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My Sweetness.
Inspired by Stacii and Amy
Written by Ticklishscribe.
c. 2007.
Amy blinked as the blindfold was removed and as her vision cleared she recognized her friends Ally and Amber. She knew Ally as being the evil tickler of the three. And she wanted to be anywhere but here.
“It’s time for a new and more vulnerable position.” Stacii spoke. “I’ll leave that to you two.”
Amy instantly struggled as the girls untied her and she violently flailed her arms and legs and the bed rocked as the two of them struggled to gain the upper hand. While Amy may have been athletic she was still not able free herself from Ally and Amber and within moments they had her at the end of the bed, on her knees, hands tied above her head. To add to the final touch to her immobility they used long ribbons to tie her big toes down, by tying one end of the ribbons to the toes and the other ends to the bed frame.
”Comfy my sweetness.” Stacii asked, lightly dragging her ten fingers down the outside of Amy’s arms and into the tender pits. “That’s it, go crazy for me. Go crazy for me girl! I want to see your eyes widen and hear that high-pitched scream and hysterical laughter that almost makes me orgasm.”
Amy threw back her head gritted her teeth and squealed like crazy as the fingers skittered and ballet danced and up and down the soft skin. She twisted and turned in her bondage, squealing all the while and clenching her eyes tightly shut.
“Come, come my sweetness, why do you want to keep your eyes closed to all of this? I think you should watch everything, but I can assist you if you're bound and determined.”
Amy felt Stacii stop then felt a deafening silence, which unnerved her immensely. The light dragging of a piece of cloth across her face caused her to twist and writhe again and she felt a blindfold being wrapped around her head once more. Suddenly she wanted to see more than ever, but Stacii wasn’t allowing that.
“Sorry sweetness, but the thought of you wondering what I’m about to do to you still appeals to me no end. I love imagining the fact that you can’t see ANY move that I make.”
Amy writhed as she felt ten fingers slowly going up and down her sides again. She writhed even more at not knowing who was her tickler at the moment and since there were three of them, that unnerved her even more.
“Itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout.” Stacii teased. “Down came the rain and washed the spider out.” She danced her fingers down the sides again. “out came the sun and dried up all the rain. Then itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again.”
A pinch of Amy’s top ribs caused her to jerk and gasp.
“That’s one ribby.” Stacii teased further, surfing the tender skin. “And now another ribby! Such tender ribs you have Ame’s. So exquisite; Shall I play a little piano on them?”
Amy went equally as wild under the rib tickling as she had done with the armpit and sides tickling. She writhed wildly and screamed hysterically, head thrashing from side to side, her body thrashing wildly trying to get free.
“These little ribbys went to market, pinch, pinch, pinch my sweetness. And these little ribbys stayed hme. These little ribbys got tic-kled and these little ribbys did too. And while I’m at it so did these little tender ribbys.”
Stacii then placed her hands on either side of the spasming ribcage and dug her fingers in. Her fingers flew all over the tormented ribs, digging, probing and stroking with a lightning swiftness that was absolutely amazing. Her fingers were almost a blur and seemed to be everywhere at once, tickling, tormenting and basically torturing the hell of the ribs.
“NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, STAHPIT, STAHPIT, STAHPIT!” Amy screamed, writhing, bucking and trying to stand up. The tying of her big toes prevented that, as she couldn’t get any leverage to do so.
Stacii stopped and the room got quiet except for the last sounds of Amy’s now subsiding writhing. She pulled up a chair to the foot of the bed and stared closely at the helpless soles of Amy’s feet. Then leaning forward she blew on the soles lightly and watched with evil delight as the toes twitched and Amy writhed once more. She then came up beside Amy’s head, leaned forward and whispered in her left ear that four-letter word that that made her breathless. That word that sent chills up and down her spine and practically devastated her.
“Feeeeet…”
“O-O-OH-M-MYG-G-G-GOD-D-D-D PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOO… TICKLE ANYWHERE BUT MY FEET PLEASE, NOT THE FEET, NOT THE FEET!” Amy Went way beyond ballistic at this point, rocking The bed and straining at the bonds that held her. She tried to free herself again and her head snapped from side to side. Once again she was off the wall and off the scale with her writhing and Stacii was finding this exquisite.
Amy’s exquisitely, virgin soles were a soft pale pink the arches were semi high and curved, the balls and heels lightly padded. Each toe was long and slightly curved with a slight plumpness to top them all off. Stacii knew that they were SOOO soft and that this was going to be incredibly easy to break Amy once more…
“FUCK NOOOOOOO, I WAS NEVER THIS CRUEL TO YOU!’
Stacii reached out and pinched then wriggled the baby toes and watched as they flinched, twitched and Amy writhed more. Leaning forward even more she now began to lightly pinch the baby toes again and now pinched the rest of the toes as well. Each toes was sensually pinched, wriggled, bent back and the joint given several strokes with a fingernail.
Amy laughed hysterically and screamed as the toe pinching, wriggling and joint tickling went on and on and on. Stancii was now doing her toes at random and Amy never knew when or which toe she would strike next. The sheer unknowing of which toe and when was driving Amy hysterical as well and Stacii was making the most of this.
“Come, come my sweetness, this can’t be that bad can it?” Stacii teased and continued. “Are each one of your toes going hysterical over something as simple as this? My, my, you are easy.”
Amy erupted once more with volcanic writhing and screaming, and an evil grin came to Stacii’s lips. She was about to take her foot to a new level of tickling and she now spidered her fingers up and down the upturned soles. The resulting action had Amy again explode with jagged laughter and frantic movements. Stacii cruised her fingers up and down down a bit more and then rested them on the pad below Amy’s toe joints. She felt Amy place all of her strength in her feet. Stacii now spidered the arch only and slowly moved her fingers across the ultra-sensitive skin. Amy’s laughter was now tenor and she delighted in finding another volcanic spot.
“NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, STAHPIT, STAHPIT, STAHPIT!”
“You can beg all you want my sweetness!” Stacii said, flashing a fiendish smile. “But you’re not going anywhere. You are ours to play with and we play hard and for keeps.”
Ten fingernails dug into the soles of her feet and Amy screamed in torturous agony. She screamed and writhed as the tickling sensations invaded her feet. She laughed as hard as she was allowed. She was unable to sense anything except for the nails scratching the soles of her extremely ticklish feet. She then went into silent laughter and jerked and writhed relentlessly. Her whole body was on fire and Stacii was constantly stoking that fire within her. She was off the Richter and decibel scales in so many ways, racked with torturous torment, racked with an agony that she never dreamed could be possible. She begged for release, begged to Stacii to stop.
She had no control over what was happening and this helplessness enhanced the tickling 100 per cent. Her nervous system was gone, yet her nerve endings were now sharper than ever. Even just touching her body set off explosions of volcanic screaming and writhing. She was a mass of sweat and ticklishness, experiencing one conniption after another. But Stacii and Ally continued to tickle Amy with a hearty zeal that caused the poor girl to shake, shiver, writhe and scream all over again. Stacii’s fingers again were lightning fast and were all over the foot at once, not missing a micrometer of ticklish skin. She was devious, diabolical, demented, relentless, sadistic and torturous and it was driving Amy mad. Her fingers were the fingers from hell and she tickled the foot for all it was worth.
Stacii smiled from the foot of the bed and stroked both soles at once. “And where would you go my sweetness hmmmmmmmm? Kitchie, kitchie koo.”
Amy screamed and rocketed off the bed once more, then begged more for her release. She screamed, writhed, shivered and shook as Stacii stroked her soles again. Amy’s arches were creamy, buttery soft and hyper sensitive and she screamed louder than ever and really rocketed off the bed, straining at the bonds that held her. Her back arms and legs pumped like crazy, her mouth opened wide and her laughter bounced off the walls.
“I think it’s time for some nibbles and bites.” Stacii announced.
“FUCK NOOOOOOO, I WAS NEVER THIS CRUEL TO YOU! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, STAHPIT, STAHPIT, STAHPIT!”
And with that she began to nibble the soft pads of the toes of Amy’s left foot, one deliciously helpless and defenceless toe at a time. She savoured the soft pads, the side and the tips as she nibbled oh so lightly, but with enough pressure to keep the nerve endings on edge. Now slowly and carefully bending the toes back she began to nibble the joints in the same way and Amy was trying to rocket off the bed. She thrashed and screamed again when Stacii now began to sensually nibble the soft pad below her toes from side to side and this was an invitation to her to continue. Amy hysterically thrashed as Stacii now nibbled the ball of her foot where it met the instep and the arch. There wasn’t a micrometer of ticklish skin that She didn’t nibble and this was driving the poor girl to the very edge and beyond.
“Such a veritable feast you are offering me my sweetness.” Stacii teased. “I am so looking forward to desert, not to mention the other courses before me.”
Stacii’s fingers were now octopus-like to spider like in their stroking and Amy was violently erratically writhing, jerking and thrashing in her bondage and this pleased Stacii no end.
“Are we having one tickle seizure and conniption after another my sweetness? You have no idea how much you’re pleasing me right now. These feet of yours, if you’ll pardon the pun, are just toe-tally exquisite and are worth more than all the feet I have tickle tortured before. I simply cannot allow anyone else to tickle these feet and so I claim them as my own personal tickle property.”
Amy didn’t like the phrase “Tickle tortured and she didn’t like Stacii laying claim to her feet either. She screamed as the tickling went on and on and on and the fiendish fingers roamed her soles and toes at will.
“That’s it my sweetness, you just laugh for me. You just keep up that laughter that so charges my tickle senses.” The fingers were everywhere, sliding, dancing, skittering and tracing the outlines of her soles, insteps, arches, balls and the soft pads under her toes.
“Note how my fingers trace the outlines of your soles in general, your insteps, arches, balls and the soft pads under your toes. Circling like vultures ready for the kill. Only you don’t know what I’m going to kill first and isn’t that just exquisite my sweetness.”
To Amy it was anything but exquisite, in fact it was as far from exquisite as anyone could get. Each foot was getting it’s own different tickle and the different sole tingling sensations were repeatedly exploding in her brain and causing her more tickle seizures and conniption. She was on the very knife-edge and staring at the black hole of tickling, the abyss of tickling, the veritable point of no return to any sanity that she would have left.
“OHHHHHMMMMMYYYYYYGGGGGOOOOODDDDDD STAAAAAHP, STAAAAAHP, STAAAAAHP, FOR CHRIST SAKE’S STACII PLEASE HAVE SOME MERCY!” Amy was barely able to push out the words as her hysterical laughter was stealing any strength she had left,
“Mercy comes later my sweetness.” Stacii cooed. “Tickling comes first. And now it’s time for my most secret of tickling tools”
Amy suddenly felt something cold, metallic and pointy, beginning to trace the outline of her left foot and she squealed and tried to buck. This tool was pure murder and screamed for Stacii to stop. But the tool kept tracing her sole clockwise, and Amy kept writhing intensely.
“You should stop, shall I say, hoarsing around with your voice, my sweetness, I need to hear that hysterical laughter of yours.”
Amy’s voice was getting hoarse but she was still finding the strength to continue to beg for her freedom. Suddenly a series of short vertical strokes across the arch caused her to bring forth full-bore laughter again and the hoarseness seemed to disappear. She was in the throws of losing it altogether and she felt as though she was being torn apart.
“Am I blowing what’s left of your mind my sweetness. Am I taking you into a zone you’ve never been before, a zone that even in your wildest most horrific nightmares, you couldn’t even imagined. I’m glad and it’s my pleasure to do so. Do you like my silver stroker? It’s so easy to use, so portable and so easy to conceal. And most of all, so devastating to use on such a ticklish person as yourself.”
Stacii was now rapidly short stroking the spot where the arch meets the ball and the instep of the foot and this was driving Amy wilder than ever before. The wildcat was not only let loose, but was being driven into an intense and severe hysterical frenzy. The bucking, the writhing, the hysterical screaming laughter all made for a made in heaven tickling for Stacii and she wasn’t letting up for a moment. She had Amy on the edge of the edge and she wasn’t about to stop now.
“FUUUUCK, FUUUUCK, FUUUUCK, OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD, STAHPIT, STAHPIT, STAHPIT!” Amy was almost breathless as she said it and this made Stacii tickle her even more.
“I always told you that one day I would tickle you far beyond your limits my sweetness and guess what, we’re only half way there. And I plan to make the other half far more torturous and far more intensive.”
My Sweetness.
Inspired by Stacii and Amy
Written by Ticklishscribe.
c. 2007.
Amy blinked as the blindfold was removed and as her vision cleared she recognized her friends Ally and Amber. She knew Ally as being the evil tickler of the three. And she wanted to be anywhere but here.
“It’s time for a new and more vulnerable position.” Stacii spoke. “I’ll leave that to you two.”
Amy instantly struggled as the girls untied her and she violently flailed her arms and legs and the bed rocked as the two of them struggled to gain the upper hand. While Amy may have been athletic she was still not able free herself from Ally and Amber and within moments they had her at the end of the bed, on her knees, hands tied above her head. To add to the final touch to her immobility they used long ribbons to tie her big toes down, by tying one end of the ribbons to the toes and the other ends to the bed frame.
”Comfy my sweetness.” Stacii asked, lightly dragging her ten fingers down the outside of Amy’s arms and into the tender pits. “That’s it, go crazy for me. Go crazy for me girl! I want to see your eyes widen and hear that high-pitched scream and hysterical laughter that almost makes me orgasm.”
Amy threw back her head gritted her teeth and squealed like crazy as the fingers skittered and ballet danced and up and down the soft skin. She twisted and turned in her bondage, squealing all the while and clenching her eyes tightly shut.
“Come, come my sweetness, why do you want to keep your eyes closed to all of this? I think you should watch everything, but I can assist you if you're bound and determined.”
Amy felt Stacii stop then felt a deafening silence, which unnerved her immensely. The light dragging of a piece of cloth across her face caused her to twist and writhe again and she felt a blindfold being wrapped around her head once more. Suddenly she wanted to see more than ever, but Stacii wasn’t allowing that.
“Sorry sweetness, but the thought of you wondering what I’m about to do to you still appeals to me no end. I love imagining the fact that you can’t see ANY move that I make.”
Amy writhed as she felt ten fingers slowly going up and down her sides again. She writhed even more at not knowing who was her tickler at the moment and since there were three of them, that unnerved her even more.
“Itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout.” Stacii teased. “Down came the rain and washed the spider out.” She danced her fingers down the sides again. “out came the sun and dried up all the rain. Then itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again.”
A pinch of Amy’s top ribs caused her to jerk and gasp.
“That’s one ribby.” Stacii teased further, surfing the tender skin. “And now another ribby! Such tender ribs you have Ame’s. So exquisite; Shall I play a little piano on them?”
Amy went equally as wild under the rib tickling as she had done with the armpit and sides tickling. She writhed wildly and screamed hysterically, head thrashing from side to side, her body thrashing wildly trying to get free.
“These little ribbys went to market, pinch, pinch, pinch my sweetness. And these little ribbys stayed hme. These little ribbys got tic-kled and these little ribbys did too. And while I’m at it so did these little tender ribbys.”
Stacii then placed her hands on either side of the spasming ribcage and dug her fingers in. Her fingers flew all over the tormented ribs, digging, probing and stroking with a lightning swiftness that was absolutely amazing. Her fingers were almost a blur and seemed to be everywhere at once, tickling, tormenting and basically torturing the hell of the ribs.
“NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, STAHPIT, STAHPIT, STAHPIT!” Amy screamed, writhing, bucking and trying to stand up. The tying of her big toes prevented that, as she couldn’t get any leverage to do so.
Stacii stopped and the room got quiet except for the last sounds of Amy’s now subsiding writhing. She pulled up a chair to the foot of the bed and stared closely at the helpless soles of Amy’s feet. Then leaning forward she blew on the soles lightly and watched with evil delight as the toes twitched and Amy writhed once more. She then came up beside Amy’s head, leaned forward and whispered in her left ear that four-letter word that that made her breathless. That word that sent chills up and down her spine and practically devastated her.
“Feeeeet…”
“O-O-OH-M-MYG-G-G-GOD-D-D-D PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOO… TICKLE ANYWHERE BUT MY FEET PLEASE, NOT THE FEET, NOT THE FEET!” Amy Went way beyond ballistic at this point, rocking The bed and straining at the bonds that held her. She tried to free herself again and her head snapped from side to side. Once again she was off the wall and off the scale with her writhing and Stacii was finding this exquisite.
Amy’s exquisitely, virgin soles were a soft pale pink the arches were semi high and curved, the balls and heels lightly padded. Each toe was long and slightly curved with a slight plumpness to top them all off. Stacii knew that they were SOOO soft and that this was going to be incredibly easy to break Amy once more…
“FUCK NOOOOOOO, I WAS NEVER THIS CRUEL TO YOU!’
Stacii reached out and pinched then wriggled the baby toes and watched as they flinched, twitched and Amy writhed more. Leaning forward even more she now began to lightly pinch the baby toes again and now pinched the rest of the toes as well. Each toes was sensually pinched, wriggled, bent back and the joint given several strokes with a fingernail.
Amy laughed hysterically and screamed as the toe pinching, wriggling and joint tickling went on and on and on. Stancii was now doing her toes at random and Amy never knew when or which toe she would strike next. The sheer unknowing of which toe and when was driving Amy hysterical as well and Stacii was making the most of this.
“Come, come my sweetness, this can’t be that bad can it?” Stacii teased and continued. “Are each one of your toes going hysterical over something as simple as this? My, my, you are easy.”
Amy erupted once more with volcanic writhing and screaming, and an evil grin came to Stacii’s lips. She was about to take her foot to a new level of tickling and she now spidered her fingers up and down the upturned soles. The resulting action had Amy again explode with jagged laughter and frantic movements. Stacii cruised her fingers up and down down a bit more and then rested them on the pad below Amy’s toe joints. She felt Amy place all of her strength in her feet. Stacii now spidered the arch only and slowly moved her fingers across the ultra-sensitive skin. Amy’s laughter was now tenor and she delighted in finding another volcanic spot.
“NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, STAHPIT, STAHPIT, STAHPIT!”
“You can beg all you want my sweetness!” Stacii said, flashing a fiendish smile. “But you’re not going anywhere. You are ours to play with and we play hard and for keeps.”
Ten fingernails dug into the soles of her feet and Amy screamed in torturous agony. She screamed and writhed as the tickling sensations invaded her feet. She laughed as hard as she was allowed. She was unable to sense anything except for the nails scratching the soles of her extremely ticklish feet. She then went into silent laughter and jerked and writhed relentlessly. Her whole body was on fire and Stacii was constantly stoking that fire within her. She was off the Richter and decibel scales in so many ways, racked with torturous torment, racked with an agony that she never dreamed could be possible. She begged for release, begged to Stacii to stop.
She had no control over what was happening and this helplessness enhanced the tickling 100 per cent. Her nervous system was gone, yet her nerve endings were now sharper than ever. Even just touching her body set off explosions of volcanic screaming and writhing. She was a mass of sweat and ticklishness, experiencing one conniption after another. But Stacii and Ally continued to tickle Amy with a hearty zeal that caused the poor girl to shake, shiver, writhe and scream all over again. Stacii’s fingers again were lightning fast and were all over the foot at once, not missing a micrometer of ticklish skin. She was devious, diabolical, demented, relentless, sadistic and torturous and it was driving Amy mad. Her fingers were the fingers from hell and she tickled the foot for all it was worth.
Stacii smiled from the foot of the bed and stroked both soles at once. “And where would you go my sweetness hmmmmmmmm? Kitchie, kitchie koo.”
Amy screamed and rocketed off the bed once more, then begged more for her release. She screamed, writhed, shivered and shook as Stacii stroked her soles again. Amy’s arches were creamy, buttery soft and hyper sensitive and she screamed louder than ever and really rocketed off the bed, straining at the bonds that held her. Her back arms and legs pumped like crazy, her mouth opened wide and her laughter bounced off the walls.
“I think it’s time for some nibbles and bites.” Stacii announced.
“FUCK NOOOOOOO, I WAS NEVER THIS CRUEL TO YOU! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, STAHPIT, STAHPIT, STAHPIT!”
And with that she began to nibble the soft pads of the toes of Amy’s left foot, one deliciously helpless and defenceless toe at a time. She savoured the soft pads, the side and the tips as she nibbled oh so lightly, but with enough pressure to keep the nerve endings on edge. Now slowly and carefully bending the toes back she began to nibble the joints in the same way and Amy was trying to rocket off the bed. She thrashed and screamed again when Stacii now began to sensually nibble the soft pad below her toes from side to side and this was an invitation to her to continue. Amy hysterically thrashed as Stacii now nibbled the ball of her foot where it met the instep and the arch. There wasn’t a micrometer of ticklish skin that She didn’t nibble and this was driving the poor girl to the very edge and beyond.
“Such a veritable feast you are offering me my sweetness.” Stacii teased. “I am so looking forward to desert, not to mention the other courses before me.”
Stacii’s fingers were now octopus-like to spider like in their stroking and Amy was violently erratically writhing, jerking and thrashing in her bondage and this pleased Stacii no end.
“Are we having one tickle seizure and conniption after another my sweetness? You have no idea how much you’re pleasing me right now. These feet of yours, if you’ll pardon the pun, are just toe-tally exquisite and are worth more than all the feet I have tickle tortured before. I simply cannot allow anyone else to tickle these feet and so I claim them as my own personal tickle property.”
Amy didn’t like the phrase “Tickle tortured and she didn’t like Stacii laying claim to her feet either. She screamed as the tickling went on and on and on and the fiendish fingers roamed her soles and toes at will.
“That’s it my sweetness, you just laugh for me. You just keep up that laughter that so charges my tickle senses.” The fingers were everywhere, sliding, dancing, skittering and tracing the outlines of her soles, insteps, arches, balls and the soft pads under her toes.
“Note how my fingers trace the outlines of your soles in general, your insteps, arches, balls and the soft pads under your toes. Circling like vultures ready for the kill. Only you don’t know what I’m going to kill first and isn’t that just exquisite my sweetness.”
To Amy it was anything but exquisite, in fact it was as far from exquisite as anyone could get. Each foot was getting it’s own different tickle and the different sole tingling sensations were repeatedly exploding in her brain and causing her more tickle seizures and conniption. She was on the very knife-edge and staring at the black hole of tickling, the abyss of tickling, the veritable point of no return to any sanity that she would have left.
“OHHHHHMMMMMYYYYYYGGGGGOOOOODDDDDD STAAAAAHP, STAAAAAHP, STAAAAAHP, FOR CHRIST SAKE’S STACII PLEASE HAVE SOME MERCY!” Amy was barely able to push out the words as her hysterical laughter was stealing any strength she had left,
“Mercy comes later my sweetness.” Stacii cooed. “Tickling comes first. And now it’s time for my most secret of tickling tools”
Amy suddenly felt something cold, metallic and pointy, beginning to trace the outline of her left foot and she squealed and tried to buck. This tool was pure murder and screamed for Stacii to stop. But the tool kept tracing her sole clockwise, and Amy kept writhing intensely.
“You should stop, shall I say, hoarsing around with your voice, my sweetness, I need to hear that hysterical laughter of yours.”
Amy’s voice was getting hoarse but she was still finding the strength to continue to beg for her freedom. Suddenly a series of short vertical strokes across the arch caused her to bring forth full-bore laughter again and the hoarseness seemed to disappear. She was in the throws of losing it altogether and she felt as though she was being torn apart.
“Am I blowing what’s left of your mind my sweetness. Am I taking you into a zone you’ve never been before, a zone that even in your wildest most horrific nightmares, you couldn’t even imagined. I’m glad and it’s my pleasure to do so. Do you like my silver stroker? It’s so easy to use, so portable and so easy to conceal. And most of all, so devastating to use on such a ticklish person as yourself.”
Stacii was now rapidly short stroking the spot where the arch meets the ball and the instep of the foot and this was driving Amy wilder than ever before. The wildcat was not only let loose, but was being driven into an intense and severe hysterical frenzy. The bucking, the writhing, the hysterical screaming laughter all made for a made in heaven tickling for Stacii and she wasn’t letting up for a moment. She had Amy on the edge of the edge and she wasn’t about to stop now.
“FUUUUCK, FUUUUCK, FUUUUCK, OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD, STAHPIT, STAHPIT, STAHPIT!” Amy was almost breathless as she said it and this made Stacii tickle her even more.
“I always told you that one day I would tickle you far beyond your limits my sweetness and guess what, we’re only half way there. And I plan to make the other half far more torturous and far more intensive.”
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