One thing that I have learned in life above all else is that no matter how much we change or grow, our transformation is never complete. In life, the greatest joys are not part of a destination, but of a journey. I just hope in my life that i can find someone to take that journey with me. I hope that I can add another fictional depiction of what that might look like, but you never know. Life is full of surprises! With that, i would like to cordially welcome you, to my DYSFUNCTION...
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The Shore: Wonderland
Written By: JJ82277
At the end of the rabbit hole, there is a secluded realm where reality and fantasy merge into a river of consciousness drawing from the purest streams of passion and pleasure. It is very rare that any couple ever really has a chance to enjoy this delicious playground together. It takes years of patient soul searching and reading the map of your partner’s deepest desires to know that such a place even exists let alone taking the journey to find it. Unfortunately for most, the beacon of this paradise is drowned out by the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Once in a lifetime a couple might have the chance to really connect and become one breathing sensual being that fully understands and nurtures the deepest needs of the two inhabitants of this mysterious dream world. One of the greatest portals on this planet to this hidden Wonderland of pleasure is at the epicenter of the New Jersey Shore.
Greg looked up into her hazel eyes as her hair still made for their perfect romantic nook that blissfully encapsulating the two of them. The feeling of relief was enormous for Greg. Amanda’s loving embrace was the last response that he expected for his delicious night of debauchery. Even as he took in the gentle wafts of her silky hair, the curiosity bubbling inside of him became far too much to bear. He just had to know what she was thinking.
“I thought that you would be mad at me…?”Amanda playfully punched him in the arm and smiled from ear to ear as she kissed him deeply again.
“I am reallllllllllllllllllly mad at you Greg… hehe!” As she sensually hissed into his waiting ears, Greg couldn’t help but notice that here was something wonderfully different about Amanda. “I can’t believe that you read my diary…, but I never could have imagined the darkness inside of you could shine such a bright light on just how *’special.’* I really am hehe.” With that Amanda began to rub her warm socked foot up and down the inside of Greg’s right leg as he lay in bed lost in the spectacle of hi wife’s desire. “I’m sure that you can find SOME way to make me forgive you… Can’t you?”
Greg needed NO more encouragement. He forcefully rolled over and pinned Amanda on firmly her back as her slender arms were still tightly wrapped around him. Being her master’s defenseless ticklish little doll always encased Amanda in a warm smooth blanket of delicious erotic helplessness. For Amanda, feeling Greg’s massive frame violently overpower her made her quiver to her very core with carnal anticipation. Amanda is always fully aware of the horribly torturous debaucheries Greg always has planned. If she ever did forget, it would not be long before another wonderfully depraved reminder.
Greg ever so gently slid his nimble fingers under Amanda’s teasing button down shirt to lightly titillate the soft yielding ticklish skin on her flat trembling stomach. The light whispery sensation barely tickled, but the gentle kiss of his delightfully adept fingertips made Amanda squirm approvingly under her malicious captor as the first of many waves of pleasure was allowed to penetrate all that she was guided by the light of Greg’s piercing eyes.
“Ohhhhhhh I don’t know… I guess I can think of something…” The casualty of Greg’s words was met with even more lazy tracing of his fingertips ever so slowly over Amanda’s svelte trembling tummy. Amanda lightly cooed her approval directly into Greg’s ear as she passionately kissed and nibbled his strong neck. Amanda knows all to well that the greatest thrill in the world for Greg was being able to hear every sound of true pleasure that his evil attentions caused DEEP inside of her…
“Mmmmmm… That’s my boy!” Amanda lightly moaned teasing words of seduction gently into his waiting ear. Just feeling her Husband’s strong hands and knowing fingertips slowly tease and caress her delicate warm skin made Amanda arch her back and lick her lips invitingly, coaxing him on. Greg increased the pressure and pace at which his devilish fingertips caressed his Wife’s soft *ticklish* skin ever so gently.
“Hehe… mmmmm Awwwwww Greg, be careful, Sweetie… that *tickles!*…”Amanda felt the first inevitable droplets of giggles rising deep in her chest. Amanda always loves the hopeless fight with her insatiable girlish laughter when Greg tickles her. Amanda loves knowing that just hearing her audible sounds of coerced mirth seductively entrances her mercilessly loving captor.
“Oh don’t worry honey I will. This doesn’t bother you does it?” Greg amazed even himself with his swift return to his perverse expressions of sensual sadism. He just allowed his tickly fingers to move even more swiftly feeling the muscles in Amanda’s stomach muscles expand and contract under HIS sinister command.
“Hehehehehehehehehehehe Yesssssssssssssssss! Mmmmmmmmmmm” The feeling that she was destined to succumb to Greg’s teasing hands made her predicament sweeter and sweeter with every passing second that she was under his tantalizing power. The sweet sensation of helplessness that she so desperately craved began to physically manifest itself with the swelling of her most delicious erogenous zones as her subtle arousal started slowly building between her quivering thighs yet again.
It felt almost sinful that so early in the morning Amanda’s supple nipples were already rising to attention just from Greg’s subtle teasing of her impressionable midriff. She knew that when his merciless onslaught of mindless tickle torture started that she would be unable to resist the lustful urges that would overwhelm her tiny sensitive body. Like any good little tickle slave there was only one thing for Amanda to do… She had to get herself into as MUCH trouble as humanly possible…
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh” Amanda couldn’t help herself. She let out a desperate sigh as she felt Greg’s hands creeping higher and higher and higher under her shirt. Now her base tormentor was playing cruelly with the lowest part of her ribcage and delicately dancing every so often back to her trembling tummy. Through many years and LOTS of practice Greg had learned the all important virtue of taking his time. Above all else, that is the one thing that Amanda always cherishes about him. Greg always makes the act of giving her pleasure last as long as she can possibly stand (most times deliciously longer than she ever thought she could take!)
Amanda felt the skin of her body warm every one hundredth of a degree as she writhed gently under the subtle caress of her always caring Husband. In addition to Greg’s devious digits, his warm breath and rough tongue teasing her sensitive neck were welcome additions to her helpless plight. Being pinned under Greg’s massive frame made her feel as though there was no escape from the bottomless sea of ecstasy that Greg was going to willingly plunge his naughty little Housewife into.
“Now sweetheart… About these naughty little dreams that you are having…” With that Greg gave Amanda a malicious tweak to her dreadfully ticklish ribs. He loved the feeling of her supple body squirm and jerk suddenly in response to his pointed tickling. Amanda could only smile in response to his pointed question. She loved nothing more than to get herself into *LOTS* of erotic trouble.
“Heheh…” Amanda felt the dam breaking in her throat and the river of flowing giggles ready to break through her mouth and spill into the abyss of Greg’s sadistic desires. “Do you Reaaaaaaaaaaaallllly want to know? It is so BAD Greg! I am almost ashamed of myself… almost…” The perfect tease, Amanda returned her warm firm right thigh to its familiar place between her Husband’s massive legs seeking the sensitive hardness that she knew was slowly building within him.
Amanda truly relishes to feel the most sensitive part of Greg’s strong body *PULSE* in response to the very lightest touch of her warm silky skin’s lascivious caress as she moved her toned thigh back and forth gently over his mounting erection. She wrapped her left leg around his lower legs and pressed her glistening perfection against the top of his right leg unapologetically. Amanda wanted Greg to have no illusions about what his strong passionate embrace did to her. She let her slim fingers get lost in the curls of his blonde hair and her long fingernails gently massage his sensitive scalp as she kissed him deeply, giggled lightly into the back of his throat, and fanned the flames of his crescent arousal with her socked feet, firm thighs, and warm breath.
Greg always yearns to be teased by his beautiful Wife. She knew full well the colossal consequences for her lascivious actions. Her premeditation of her sexual transgressions was like a subconscious vote of approval for the sadistic calculating that was going on in that ruthless head of his. She was so selfless in helping him reach that true place of demonic pleasure that he could not help but love her for it.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm come on Honey, You can tell MEEEEEEEE1” Greg looked down upon her. He could feel Amanda’s warm soft hands massaging the back of his head gently as she kissed his neck so softly. Every brush of her lips sent warm chills coursing through his entire body. Her earthly scent was sweeter than the finest wine as it wafted through his nostrils. Every cool breath of fresh sir filled his lungs again and again with his undying passion. He could feel her firm legs wrapping and rubbing around and against him encouraging his fervid excitement and strengthening his most lustful desires.
Greg could feel the prurient dampness between Amanda’s sexy legs as a final stamp of approval for their morning activities. As Amanda arched her back forcing herself into him he could feel her turgid nipples rubbing against his firm chest through the flimsy material of his very own shirt that she was wearing… This combination made for an intoxicating compound of unbridled lust, sheer happiness, and adoration purer than the whitest snow that Greg was fully lost in as he enjoyed every second with his Perfect Wife. Amanda’s sweet seductive whispering was like the winds that created the turbulent waves of throbbing within his pulsing manhood and tingling scrotum.
“Ohhhhhhhhh Greg... You really, hehe really don’t want to know about this! Hehehe It makes me soooooooooooo WET just thinking about it, Sweetheart! Hehe I am such a *Goooooood* little girl, Honey… I wouldn’t want to get myself in any *TROUBLE* now would I…hehehe?” Sometimes the best tool for seduction is the obvious. Amanda truly delights in driving her sadistic Husband to the brink of sheer insanity with raging barbarous lust. The fact that it would only lead to her torturous demise only made the pass time all the more appealing to our helpless young heroine. It was her darkest intention that every sultry word would crash home between his strong legs driving him to even greater heights of diabolical perversion.
“Well I don’t think you have much *CHOICE* in the matter *SWEEITE,* now tell Me all about the *NAUGHTY* little fantasies that his little slave Wife has been having in her dreams…!” Beginning with the word ‘choice’ Greg began punctuating his stern command with deliberate tickles on his Wife’s ticklish ribcage. Amanda’s response was as immediate as it was desperate…
As the horrible tickles began to flow through her body, Amanda held tight to her loving husband to steady herself still giggling feely into his ears under his sensual abuse. Greg always found it Ironic that when he tickled Amanda, her first instinct was always to hold him tighter. Only a true masochist would seek SAFETY in the arms of her tormentor before the illusion of self preservation. Her full laughter into his ear was utterly marvelous. Amanda’s warm breath flowed freely in desperate unending giggles and washed over him like a warm spring. Her renewed violent squirming was absolutely perfect. The more she struggled and could not get away, the more like a sexual God Greg felt.
“Hahhahahaahahaha But I Can’t! hahhahhahahahhhahahahah It’s Soooooooo Bad... ahahahahahaha please, Greg I Can’t… ahahahahahahaha” The biggest challenge for Amanda was not giving in too quickly. She wanted to draw out her invitation of her ultimate ticklish demise as long as humanly possible. The unbearable anticipation was part of the fun. Amanda knows that Greg loves the build up, the fight, and the sense of truly conquering her. Who was she to deny him?
“Oh yes you can! Just ask your underarms sweetie!” Greg suddenly shot his wiggling fingers into Amanda’s horridly unprotected armpits. The sight of Amanda’s loose fitting button up shirt almost ride past her ample breasts as his hands invaded higher and higher made Greg’s breath catch. She finally had to bring her arms down in a feeble attempt to defend herself, but she only served to effectively trap his menacing hands in her sensitive porcelain hollows eve more effectively.
“Come on Sweetie… YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO! HAHAHAAH!” From fear of the unknown to a naughty morning interrogation of his blushing Bride, Greg’s day was looking better with every passing second… wasn’t it? Either way, his own triumphant laughter as Amanda’s resistance began to fade filled his mind as his villainous desires took free reign of his conscious mind.
Amanda could just lie under he merciless husband and throw her head from side to side as the torturous tickles truly consumed her. Amanda’s wild black hair was again becoming disheveled from her furious gyrations and that only made Greg feel light headed with corrupt arousal. It makes him feel so POWERFUL having such a tremendous effect on his perfect little Housewife. Even after all these years, every touch seemed to affect her as though it was the very first. Greg could listen to her hysterical shrieking laughter and feel her futile writhing beneath him until the end of time and never tire. He truly adored every deviant aspect of tormenting his deliciously Ticklish Wife.
“Okay Okay hahahahahahahahaah I’ll tell you ahahahahahahahahaha Please master hahahahahahaha I’ll tell you hahaahahaha!” Hearing her scream out her earnest relent was a rush of exquisitely impure power to Greg. Greg paused the torment of her upper body to hear the licentious details of her naughty nocturnal fantasies. He let her confess her incriminating secret as inspiration for their morning marathon of mirth…
“This better be good Young lady!” Amanda ALWAYS responds when Greg is stern with her. It always adds a little extra something to their play and yet… made her feel needed and protected in his arms. The intensity of Greg’s evil grin was only matched by the emergence of her mischievous smile.
“Oh don’t worry honey… I PROMISE that you won’t be disappointed.” Amanda shifted to Greg’s side throwing her flowing main behind her slender shoulders and staring deeply into his engrossing blue eyes. Greg noticed the freshly devilish grin adorning her beautiful face and felt a deep piercing thrill as she invited the most carnal thoughts deep in his mind. She mockingly tilted her head to the side and smiled widely as she took hold of his arm tugging him gently to the mattress.
“Just lie down and relax while I tell you all about wicked little fantasies that keep me excited during the night… hehehe!” Amanda directed Greg to lie face down on the mattress as she slowly mounted his thick waist. She took extra time to make sure that the first kiss of her moist womanhood against the small of his back would sink deeply between his strong legs. She leaned down pressing her exposed turgid nipples into his bare back eliciting a gentle sigh of arousal from her star crossed lover.
“Commmmmmmfyyyyyyy??? hehehe” Amanda just purred into Greg’s waiting ear as their skin melded into one blissful union. She could feel his breath becoming more and more ragged with every girlish little giggle that she let echo through his eardrums. The feeling of his massive form between her own toned thighs sent lewd flashes of pure excitement crashing through her own racing mind as well. Amanda deeply craves the amorous feeling of Greg’s hot skin against her damp quivering essence.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm, very comfy honey. You do know just how to keep make me feel at home.” Greg just allowed himself to drift off into sort of a dream world. Greg always relished the way that Amanda took pride in pleasing him. He could just sit back and let her take away all the stress from the previous evening and remind him of how much she loved him with the sweet palms of her warm soft hands.
Seeing Greg’s back with his hands above his head waiting for his sensual massage gave her an interesting NEW thrill. Before last night it was something that she had never really considered even though it should be such an obvious inquisition... Seeing Greg’s fully exposed sides, and ribcage Amanda asked herself just one question, “Is Greg ticklish?”
In all their years of play Amanda had never really found out past a few casual pokes (as you might expect, she was a little distracted indulging in her primary desire allowing herself to be devoured by the insidious tickle demon that she loved so much), but for some strange reason today was DIFFERENT. Today she felt as though she need to finally figure out just how ticklish her evil master was. After all, it wouldn’t be fair for him to so thoroughly torture her if he couldn’t take a little of his own medicine would it?
Amanda loved to give Greg massages, but despite the new subtle urges that she was experiencing she still had the inherent longing to be his submissive obliging little house wife. She derives so much glorious satisfaction from making him coo in pleasure for all the hard work that he does providing for their perfect family. Being able to please Greg made Amanda feel like a REAL woman. It made her feel wanted, needed, confident, feminine and deliciously SEXY.
Amanda set her own skilled hands at the very small of Greg’s back and teased his skin lightly with her bare fingertips just to bring his nerves to life before she thoroughly lathered him with his unscented lotion.
Amanda let the white greasy cream ooze all over Greg’s firm chiseled back and she could hear him sigh in approval from just the first light touches of the cool liquid to his warm skin. Amanda had a very pleasant gleam in her eye form being in the position to give the man that she loved so much all the pleasure that he so richly deserves. Amanda let her light whispery fingertips gently rub the moisturizer over every inch of Greg’s firm back before she set about firmly rubbing it in with her tiny soft hands.
Greg was in absolute heaven. He had finally been able to be completely honest with his loving wife, and not only was she accepting of his true desires but, astonishingly, she was mutually enthusiastic. Here she was lovingly stroking his back about to confess her kinky little secrets that she knew she would be severely punished for even having. Greg tucked his hands firmly under his pillow. He wanted to insure that no matter how naughty Amanda’s little fantasies were that he would let her completely dig her hole before he set about mercilessly torturing her sensitive nerve endings as wonderful erotic discipline for her lascivious thoughts. The best part for Greg was knowing that no matter how ruthlessly he tickled her, or how hard he spanked her naughty little behind, Amanda would not learn a thing.
“Well, Greg. This is a little bit OUT THERE… I hope that it doesn’t BOTHER YOU!” Amanda lovingly began kneading and rubbing the firm muscles in the very middle of Greg’s toned back as she started in with her depraved little story.
“Oh I am SURE that no matter how bad it is… that I have had far more shameful thoughts than you have Amanda. That still doesn’t get you off the hook though!” Greg was literally amazed. He couldn’t believe that after all this time that Amanda was actually nervous about telling him a fantasy of hers. After all the things that they have done, after the night in the chair, after the merciless teasing, ruthless tickling, intense spanking, etc. it did seem a little silly to be shy now. Still, that did not change the fact that even though she was projecting her usual teasing persona there was a slight tremble of anxiety in Amanda’s sweet voice. Even though he was still going to punish her thoroughly regardless of what it was Greg had the sneaking suspicion that this would truly be a revelation.
“Well… This is a little different than what you are used to, Honey… a lot different as a matter of fact. I am not even sure if it is possible, but here I go anyway.” Amanda slipped off her shirt and she leaned her full breasts and throbbing nipples and caressed Greg’s firm back with her milky white breasts as her hands firmly kneaded his strong flanks. Amanda got a sick sadistic thrill in hearing how much the touch of her bare hot skin excited Greg to no end. She loved seeing him grip the pillow as his own lust became more apparent. She swore that she could feel a curious rising underneath his midsection. Her look was positively predatory as she rubbed her smooth silky soft breasts all over his back lightly teasing him with her perfect nipples making his skin crawl in delicious approval at the steamy erotic massage.
“I was actually your little servant girl Greg. We were in a Victorian era house and I was your little House Maid. I was a peasant. You were a high Master of the court, haha, sounds familiar huh? Hehe. I was the most beautiful of all your servants and you had a Very naughty little habit of PLAYING with me… in a very special way… you didn’t want ANYONE to find out the sinful little things that we did together Greg. Do you know what you liked about me in my debauched dream, Honey?” Amanda moaned directly into his ear in a slow sultry whisper literally tickling his ears with her warm breath.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm that’s easy sweetheart. I know that I liked to tickle you Amanda…! I liked to take my cute little house maid into the dungeon, tie her down nice and tight, and ruthlessly tickle every inch of her supple skin until she was screaming and BEGGING me for mercy that would NEVER COME!” Greg was sure that the question was just another stab at the obvious. Even while he was being completely distracted by the seductive rubbing of his Wife’s soft supple Breasts and firm teasing nipples he could at LEAST think that clearly.
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Greg… I told you this was different. Just like I told you how WET it makes me just thinking about it.” Amanda was absolutely shameless. She rubbed her soaking wet pussy all over Greg’s strong thighs as she worked her throbbing clit harder and harder against his firm leg muscles. If she was going to be punished for this naughty little fantasy then she was definitely going to get her moneys worth for teasing her poor Husband. She was thoroughly enjoying hearing Greg’s desperate sighs of peaking arousal as she rubbed herself so erotically all over his sensitive back and thighs as she whispered her naughty little secrets right into his waiting ear.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm then I know that I LOVED to spank you. I liked to take you into my secret chamber, tie your wrists to your ankles, and CORRECT YOU, for not doing your chores properly! I made you promise me to do a much better job in between your desperate moaning with each swat of your perfect behind… din’tI Amanda….?” Greg was actually becoming a little confused. He knew that this was different, but he didn’t know just how different this little fantasy actually was.
“Nope, you are still thinking about the Me YOU know sweetheart… you are not thinking about the me that hides behind these pretty little eyes Greg!” That actually scared a tiny part of Greg. He thought that he was intimately acquainted with all the aspects of Amanda’s sexuality. The introduction of some capricious element was more than just a little disconcerting (even though the devilish new tone of Amanda’s sweet voice was strangely arousing.
“You liked my feet… That’s almost the same as you now, but in MY fantasy it excited you when you couldn’t have them. I would come down to your dark little dungeon. You got THAT PART right. But then, I would tie YOU tightly to a chair, Honey. I would take off my servant’s clothes and you would always have these deliciously naughty little outfits for me to wear. Last night you wanted me to dress like a school teacher. You wanted me to dress like a Victorian school teacher who had caught a bad little student peeping at her sexy feet.
So do you know what I did to my naughty little boy Greg? I tied him to a chair… all day long. And I teased him with my soft sexy buttery soles (the same seductive soles that got him into SOOO Much trouble) driving him insane. I tied you up so tight Greg. I promise, you couldn’t move ONE INCH. I wrapped rope all around you making sure that you were going NOWHERE. I know how strong you are, but you couldn’t get away. You couldn’t have my pretty little feet that I know you love so much Greg. I gagged you, so that you couldn’t even beg me to touch them. I rubbed them all over your face Greg, while you couldn’t move or touch them. That’s so MEAN isn’t it, Greg? I let you smell them. I let your face feel them. But you couldn’t kiss them. (I know how much you LOVE to kiss my feet, Greg. You almost need it don’t you?) You couldn’t have them. No matter how much I saw you suffering and no matter how desperate I could see you getting, You couldn’t FUCKING have them… (Do you hear me Greg?)” Amanda was loosing herself. She was becoming drunk with the power that she had over Greg’s arousal. With every torrid detail, she could feel him sigh. As her tone increased and the implications of her dormant desires became more and more a reality, she could now feel Greg’s hips gently writhing beneath her sopping mound. The stifled approval from Greg’s subconscious just spurred her on to make this as enjoyable for him as possible by being as DEVIOUS as possible. That’s what good little wives are for right? Feeling his hips churning brought an even more evil smile to her face. As the tingles of his gyration against her throbbing nipples pulsed between her legs, she knew that this was the perfect time to tell Greg about HER rules!
“And do you know what the best part was Greg… Huh…. Can you guess? The best part was… that you were not allowed to get hard. Hahaha (mmmmmmmmm not even a little sweetheart!)” Amanda could not help but giggle at her Husband’s plight. She could hear from the loud groan he let out and feel through his gentle writhing that he was experiencing just how HARD it would be to comply with that insidious demand.
“That is the lesson for my naughty little boy. (That’s why you shouldn’t stare at your teachers feet, Greg.. HEHE!) You are not to get off on being able to see my sexy bare feet Greg. I am going to have to teach you how to COTNROL yourself. You have to sit there and not get hard while I tease you for hours. (Hours honey…. I promise you that it will only get worse.) And just like in real life, you are SUCH a naughty little boy Greg.” Amanda relished Greg’s silence. That let her know that right now above all else, she had his FULL attention.
“I have to pull down your pants. I pull down your underwear… and I see just how hard you are getting seeing and smelling my pretty little feet. Then I sit back down… and I tease you with my Toes, honey. (You know the ones you love to nibble and tease so much, Greg). I tease and torture you with my cute WIGGLY toes that I know you love so much. I pinch your nose. I rub them all over your inner thighs… I know how badly you want me to touch your Naughty little cock with my tickly little toes don’t you Greg? I know that you want me to rub it up and down. But I don’t touch your shaft with my feet Greg. Not one bit. I just take my cute tiny little toes, and tickle right under your sensitive little balls, Greg. (I bet that is going to tickle honey… hehe And you BETTER not like it too much otherwise this is just going to be the beginning sweetie.) I want to watch you suffer, Greg. You know… like the ways you make ME suffer! You are not going to be able to cum and you are going to have to take the evil tickling of my sexy feet right on the underside of your throbbing balls, Greg. I know that you can’t take it. That’s what makes it so fun. I want to watch you break honey. I want to see the desire grip every part of you. I want to see you want me, need me, and have to handle the fact that you can’t FUCKING HAVE ME!” Amanda’s reservations had long since past. She was still telling Greg about her depraved little fantasy, but now she began to ask herself: “Was it still a dream?” Greg’s moaning and writhing underneath her listening to the gory details of his fictitious demise was adding LOTS of doubt to that question.
“This is your punishment for getting so fucking hard just looking at and touching my pretty little feet. And you better not laugh… you better not moan… you better not say a fucking word while I am punishing your sweet sensitive little balls with the teasing ticklish toes of my sexy feet, Greg (I don’t care how much it tickles). And I am still going to be rubbing my other foot up and down your thigh Greg. I can see you fighting the sounds now.
You better not laugh like a fucking little school girl. Then you will REALLY be punished. Then I am going to take the feather duster… and tickle the tip of your throbbing cock so that you will have a REAL REASON to laugh. I am not going to stop until you aren’t hard anymore Greg. I don’t even fucking care if you cum. And if you get any on my neat little feather duster I am going to whip your naughty little cock with your own belt. Do you know that? Can you feel the feathers all over your ticklish little cock, Greg? Does it feel good? Does it…” Amanda was greatly surprised as she heard Greg scream out in furious lust.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy GODDDDDDDD UHHHHHHHHHHHHH UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Greg could not take it anymore. The rubbing of Amanda’s Breasts on his sensitive back was bad enough. Her long drawn out fantasy about teasing him with her feet and torturing his poor cock and balls made him so hard and the tickly tingles bubbling deep inside of him had no where to go but to.... The sheets felt so good against his throbbing cock that he could not help but…
“Greg… Did you just CUM… Hehe…OH MY GOD.” Amanda leaned in even closer almost gloating. She let her hair drape over Greg’s head as se teasingly reveled in her little victory. “Did you just come all over my clean sheets, Greg… Huh… You are a bad little boy, Aren’t you Greg. Turn around… let me see that NAGUHTY little cock. I am going to have to punish YOU this morning… HAND ME THE FEATHER OUT OF THE NIGHTSTAND SO THAT I REALLY CAN TEACH YOU A LESSON IN SELF CONTROL. Hehe. (And don’t worry sweetie. I promise I won’t be Gentle.)”
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The Shore: Wonderland
Written By: JJ82277
At the end of the rabbit hole, there is a secluded realm where reality and fantasy merge into a river of consciousness drawing from the purest streams of passion and pleasure. It is very rare that any couple ever really has a chance to enjoy this delicious playground together. It takes years of patient soul searching and reading the map of your partner’s deepest desires to know that such a place even exists let alone taking the journey to find it. Unfortunately for most, the beacon of this paradise is drowned out by the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Once in a lifetime a couple might have the chance to really connect and become one breathing sensual being that fully understands and nurtures the deepest needs of the two inhabitants of this mysterious dream world. One of the greatest portals on this planet to this hidden Wonderland of pleasure is at the epicenter of the New Jersey Shore.
Greg looked up into her hazel eyes as her hair still made for their perfect romantic nook that blissfully encapsulating the two of them. The feeling of relief was enormous for Greg. Amanda’s loving embrace was the last response that he expected for his delicious night of debauchery. Even as he took in the gentle wafts of her silky hair, the curiosity bubbling inside of him became far too much to bear. He just had to know what she was thinking.
“I thought that you would be mad at me…?”Amanda playfully punched him in the arm and smiled from ear to ear as she kissed him deeply again.
“I am reallllllllllllllllllly mad at you Greg… hehe!” As she sensually hissed into his waiting ears, Greg couldn’t help but notice that here was something wonderfully different about Amanda. “I can’t believe that you read my diary…, but I never could have imagined the darkness inside of you could shine such a bright light on just how *’special.’* I really am hehe.” With that Amanda began to rub her warm socked foot up and down the inside of Greg’s right leg as he lay in bed lost in the spectacle of hi wife’s desire. “I’m sure that you can find SOME way to make me forgive you… Can’t you?”
Greg needed NO more encouragement. He forcefully rolled over and pinned Amanda on firmly her back as her slender arms were still tightly wrapped around him. Being her master’s defenseless ticklish little doll always encased Amanda in a warm smooth blanket of delicious erotic helplessness. For Amanda, feeling Greg’s massive frame violently overpower her made her quiver to her very core with carnal anticipation. Amanda is always fully aware of the horribly torturous debaucheries Greg always has planned. If she ever did forget, it would not be long before another wonderfully depraved reminder.
Greg ever so gently slid his nimble fingers under Amanda’s teasing button down shirt to lightly titillate the soft yielding ticklish skin on her flat trembling stomach. The light whispery sensation barely tickled, but the gentle kiss of his delightfully adept fingertips made Amanda squirm approvingly under her malicious captor as the first of many waves of pleasure was allowed to penetrate all that she was guided by the light of Greg’s piercing eyes.
“Ohhhhhhh I don’t know… I guess I can think of something…” The casualty of Greg’s words was met with even more lazy tracing of his fingertips ever so slowly over Amanda’s svelte trembling tummy. Amanda lightly cooed her approval directly into Greg’s ear as she passionately kissed and nibbled his strong neck. Amanda knows all to well that the greatest thrill in the world for Greg was being able to hear every sound of true pleasure that his evil attentions caused DEEP inside of her…
“Mmmmmm… That’s my boy!” Amanda lightly moaned teasing words of seduction gently into his waiting ear. Just feeling her Husband’s strong hands and knowing fingertips slowly tease and caress her delicate warm skin made Amanda arch her back and lick her lips invitingly, coaxing him on. Greg increased the pressure and pace at which his devilish fingertips caressed his Wife’s soft *ticklish* skin ever so gently.
“Hehe… mmmmm Awwwwww Greg, be careful, Sweetie… that *tickles!*…”Amanda felt the first inevitable droplets of giggles rising deep in her chest. Amanda always loves the hopeless fight with her insatiable girlish laughter when Greg tickles her. Amanda loves knowing that just hearing her audible sounds of coerced mirth seductively entrances her mercilessly loving captor.
“Oh don’t worry honey I will. This doesn’t bother you does it?” Greg amazed even himself with his swift return to his perverse expressions of sensual sadism. He just allowed his tickly fingers to move even more swiftly feeling the muscles in Amanda’s stomach muscles expand and contract under HIS sinister command.
“Hehehehehehehehehehehe Yesssssssssssssssss! Mmmmmmmmmmm” The feeling that she was destined to succumb to Greg’s teasing hands made her predicament sweeter and sweeter with every passing second that she was under his tantalizing power. The sweet sensation of helplessness that she so desperately craved began to physically manifest itself with the swelling of her most delicious erogenous zones as her subtle arousal started slowly building between her quivering thighs yet again.
It felt almost sinful that so early in the morning Amanda’s supple nipples were already rising to attention just from Greg’s subtle teasing of her impressionable midriff. She knew that when his merciless onslaught of mindless tickle torture started that she would be unable to resist the lustful urges that would overwhelm her tiny sensitive body. Like any good little tickle slave there was only one thing for Amanda to do… She had to get herself into as MUCH trouble as humanly possible…
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh” Amanda couldn’t help herself. She let out a desperate sigh as she felt Greg’s hands creeping higher and higher and higher under her shirt. Now her base tormentor was playing cruelly with the lowest part of her ribcage and delicately dancing every so often back to her trembling tummy. Through many years and LOTS of practice Greg had learned the all important virtue of taking his time. Above all else, that is the one thing that Amanda always cherishes about him. Greg always makes the act of giving her pleasure last as long as she can possibly stand (most times deliciously longer than she ever thought she could take!)
Amanda felt the skin of her body warm every one hundredth of a degree as she writhed gently under the subtle caress of her always caring Husband. In addition to Greg’s devious digits, his warm breath and rough tongue teasing her sensitive neck were welcome additions to her helpless plight. Being pinned under Greg’s massive frame made her feel as though there was no escape from the bottomless sea of ecstasy that Greg was going to willingly plunge his naughty little Housewife into.
“Now sweetheart… About these naughty little dreams that you are having…” With that Greg gave Amanda a malicious tweak to her dreadfully ticklish ribs. He loved the feeling of her supple body squirm and jerk suddenly in response to his pointed tickling. Amanda could only smile in response to his pointed question. She loved nothing more than to get herself into *LOTS* of erotic trouble.
“Heheh…” Amanda felt the dam breaking in her throat and the river of flowing giggles ready to break through her mouth and spill into the abyss of Greg’s sadistic desires. “Do you Reaaaaaaaaaaaallllly want to know? It is so BAD Greg! I am almost ashamed of myself… almost…” The perfect tease, Amanda returned her warm firm right thigh to its familiar place between her Husband’s massive legs seeking the sensitive hardness that she knew was slowly building within him.
Amanda truly relishes to feel the most sensitive part of Greg’s strong body *PULSE* in response to the very lightest touch of her warm silky skin’s lascivious caress as she moved her toned thigh back and forth gently over his mounting erection. She wrapped her left leg around his lower legs and pressed her glistening perfection against the top of his right leg unapologetically. Amanda wanted Greg to have no illusions about what his strong passionate embrace did to her. She let her slim fingers get lost in the curls of his blonde hair and her long fingernails gently massage his sensitive scalp as she kissed him deeply, giggled lightly into the back of his throat, and fanned the flames of his crescent arousal with her socked feet, firm thighs, and warm breath.
Greg always yearns to be teased by his beautiful Wife. She knew full well the colossal consequences for her lascivious actions. Her premeditation of her sexual transgressions was like a subconscious vote of approval for the sadistic calculating that was going on in that ruthless head of his. She was so selfless in helping him reach that true place of demonic pleasure that he could not help but love her for it.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm come on Honey, You can tell MEEEEEEEE1” Greg looked down upon her. He could feel Amanda’s warm soft hands massaging the back of his head gently as she kissed his neck so softly. Every brush of her lips sent warm chills coursing through his entire body. Her earthly scent was sweeter than the finest wine as it wafted through his nostrils. Every cool breath of fresh sir filled his lungs again and again with his undying passion. He could feel her firm legs wrapping and rubbing around and against him encouraging his fervid excitement and strengthening his most lustful desires.
Greg could feel the prurient dampness between Amanda’s sexy legs as a final stamp of approval for their morning activities. As Amanda arched her back forcing herself into him he could feel her turgid nipples rubbing against his firm chest through the flimsy material of his very own shirt that she was wearing… This combination made for an intoxicating compound of unbridled lust, sheer happiness, and adoration purer than the whitest snow that Greg was fully lost in as he enjoyed every second with his Perfect Wife. Amanda’s sweet seductive whispering was like the winds that created the turbulent waves of throbbing within his pulsing manhood and tingling scrotum.
“Ohhhhhhhhh Greg... You really, hehe really don’t want to know about this! Hehehe It makes me soooooooooooo WET just thinking about it, Sweetheart! Hehe I am such a *Goooooood* little girl, Honey… I wouldn’t want to get myself in any *TROUBLE* now would I…hehehe?” Sometimes the best tool for seduction is the obvious. Amanda truly delights in driving her sadistic Husband to the brink of sheer insanity with raging barbarous lust. The fact that it would only lead to her torturous demise only made the pass time all the more appealing to our helpless young heroine. It was her darkest intention that every sultry word would crash home between his strong legs driving him to even greater heights of diabolical perversion.
“Well I don’t think you have much *CHOICE* in the matter *SWEEITE,* now tell Me all about the *NAUGHTY* little fantasies that his little slave Wife has been having in her dreams…!” Beginning with the word ‘choice’ Greg began punctuating his stern command with deliberate tickles on his Wife’s ticklish ribcage. Amanda’s response was as immediate as it was desperate…
As the horrible tickles began to flow through her body, Amanda held tight to her loving husband to steady herself still giggling feely into his ears under his sensual abuse. Greg always found it Ironic that when he tickled Amanda, her first instinct was always to hold him tighter. Only a true masochist would seek SAFETY in the arms of her tormentor before the illusion of self preservation. Her full laughter into his ear was utterly marvelous. Amanda’s warm breath flowed freely in desperate unending giggles and washed over him like a warm spring. Her renewed violent squirming was absolutely perfect. The more she struggled and could not get away, the more like a sexual God Greg felt.
“Hahhahahaahahaha But I Can’t! hahhahhahahahhhahahahah It’s Soooooooo Bad... ahahahahahaha please, Greg I Can’t… ahahahahahahaha” The biggest challenge for Amanda was not giving in too quickly. She wanted to draw out her invitation of her ultimate ticklish demise as long as humanly possible. The unbearable anticipation was part of the fun. Amanda knows that Greg loves the build up, the fight, and the sense of truly conquering her. Who was she to deny him?
“Oh yes you can! Just ask your underarms sweetie!” Greg suddenly shot his wiggling fingers into Amanda’s horridly unprotected armpits. The sight of Amanda’s loose fitting button up shirt almost ride past her ample breasts as his hands invaded higher and higher made Greg’s breath catch. She finally had to bring her arms down in a feeble attempt to defend herself, but she only served to effectively trap his menacing hands in her sensitive porcelain hollows eve more effectively.
“Come on Sweetie… YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO! HAHAHAAH!” From fear of the unknown to a naughty morning interrogation of his blushing Bride, Greg’s day was looking better with every passing second… wasn’t it? Either way, his own triumphant laughter as Amanda’s resistance began to fade filled his mind as his villainous desires took free reign of his conscious mind.
Amanda could just lie under he merciless husband and throw her head from side to side as the torturous tickles truly consumed her. Amanda’s wild black hair was again becoming disheveled from her furious gyrations and that only made Greg feel light headed with corrupt arousal. It makes him feel so POWERFUL having such a tremendous effect on his perfect little Housewife. Even after all these years, every touch seemed to affect her as though it was the very first. Greg could listen to her hysterical shrieking laughter and feel her futile writhing beneath him until the end of time and never tire. He truly adored every deviant aspect of tormenting his deliciously Ticklish Wife.
“Okay Okay hahahahahahahahaah I’ll tell you ahahahahahahahahaha Please master hahahahahahaha I’ll tell you hahaahahaha!” Hearing her scream out her earnest relent was a rush of exquisitely impure power to Greg. Greg paused the torment of her upper body to hear the licentious details of her naughty nocturnal fantasies. He let her confess her incriminating secret as inspiration for their morning marathon of mirth…
“This better be good Young lady!” Amanda ALWAYS responds when Greg is stern with her. It always adds a little extra something to their play and yet… made her feel needed and protected in his arms. The intensity of Greg’s evil grin was only matched by the emergence of her mischievous smile.
“Oh don’t worry honey… I PROMISE that you won’t be disappointed.” Amanda shifted to Greg’s side throwing her flowing main behind her slender shoulders and staring deeply into his engrossing blue eyes. Greg noticed the freshly devilish grin adorning her beautiful face and felt a deep piercing thrill as she invited the most carnal thoughts deep in his mind. She mockingly tilted her head to the side and smiled widely as she took hold of his arm tugging him gently to the mattress.
“Just lie down and relax while I tell you all about wicked little fantasies that keep me excited during the night… hehehe!” Amanda directed Greg to lie face down on the mattress as she slowly mounted his thick waist. She took extra time to make sure that the first kiss of her moist womanhood against the small of his back would sink deeply between his strong legs. She leaned down pressing her exposed turgid nipples into his bare back eliciting a gentle sigh of arousal from her star crossed lover.
“Commmmmmmfyyyyyyy??? hehehe” Amanda just purred into Greg’s waiting ear as their skin melded into one blissful union. She could feel his breath becoming more and more ragged with every girlish little giggle that she let echo through his eardrums. The feeling of his massive form between her own toned thighs sent lewd flashes of pure excitement crashing through her own racing mind as well. Amanda deeply craves the amorous feeling of Greg’s hot skin against her damp quivering essence.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm, very comfy honey. You do know just how to keep make me feel at home.” Greg just allowed himself to drift off into sort of a dream world. Greg always relished the way that Amanda took pride in pleasing him. He could just sit back and let her take away all the stress from the previous evening and remind him of how much she loved him with the sweet palms of her warm soft hands.
Seeing Greg’s back with his hands above his head waiting for his sensual massage gave her an interesting NEW thrill. Before last night it was something that she had never really considered even though it should be such an obvious inquisition... Seeing Greg’s fully exposed sides, and ribcage Amanda asked herself just one question, “Is Greg ticklish?”
In all their years of play Amanda had never really found out past a few casual pokes (as you might expect, she was a little distracted indulging in her primary desire allowing herself to be devoured by the insidious tickle demon that she loved so much), but for some strange reason today was DIFFERENT. Today she felt as though she need to finally figure out just how ticklish her evil master was. After all, it wouldn’t be fair for him to so thoroughly torture her if he couldn’t take a little of his own medicine would it?
Amanda loved to give Greg massages, but despite the new subtle urges that she was experiencing she still had the inherent longing to be his submissive obliging little house wife. She derives so much glorious satisfaction from making him coo in pleasure for all the hard work that he does providing for their perfect family. Being able to please Greg made Amanda feel like a REAL woman. It made her feel wanted, needed, confident, feminine and deliciously SEXY.
Amanda set her own skilled hands at the very small of Greg’s back and teased his skin lightly with her bare fingertips just to bring his nerves to life before she thoroughly lathered him with his unscented lotion.
Amanda let the white greasy cream ooze all over Greg’s firm chiseled back and she could hear him sigh in approval from just the first light touches of the cool liquid to his warm skin. Amanda had a very pleasant gleam in her eye form being in the position to give the man that she loved so much all the pleasure that he so richly deserves. Amanda let her light whispery fingertips gently rub the moisturizer over every inch of Greg’s firm back before she set about firmly rubbing it in with her tiny soft hands.
Greg was in absolute heaven. He had finally been able to be completely honest with his loving wife, and not only was she accepting of his true desires but, astonishingly, she was mutually enthusiastic. Here she was lovingly stroking his back about to confess her kinky little secrets that she knew she would be severely punished for even having. Greg tucked his hands firmly under his pillow. He wanted to insure that no matter how naughty Amanda’s little fantasies were that he would let her completely dig her hole before he set about mercilessly torturing her sensitive nerve endings as wonderful erotic discipline for her lascivious thoughts. The best part for Greg was knowing that no matter how ruthlessly he tickled her, or how hard he spanked her naughty little behind, Amanda would not learn a thing.
“Well, Greg. This is a little bit OUT THERE… I hope that it doesn’t BOTHER YOU!” Amanda lovingly began kneading and rubbing the firm muscles in the very middle of Greg’s toned back as she started in with her depraved little story.
“Oh I am SURE that no matter how bad it is… that I have had far more shameful thoughts than you have Amanda. That still doesn’t get you off the hook though!” Greg was literally amazed. He couldn’t believe that after all this time that Amanda was actually nervous about telling him a fantasy of hers. After all the things that they have done, after the night in the chair, after the merciless teasing, ruthless tickling, intense spanking, etc. it did seem a little silly to be shy now. Still, that did not change the fact that even though she was projecting her usual teasing persona there was a slight tremble of anxiety in Amanda’s sweet voice. Even though he was still going to punish her thoroughly regardless of what it was Greg had the sneaking suspicion that this would truly be a revelation.
“Well… This is a little different than what you are used to, Honey… a lot different as a matter of fact. I am not even sure if it is possible, but here I go anyway.” Amanda slipped off her shirt and she leaned her full breasts and throbbing nipples and caressed Greg’s firm back with her milky white breasts as her hands firmly kneaded his strong flanks. Amanda got a sick sadistic thrill in hearing how much the touch of her bare hot skin excited Greg to no end. She loved seeing him grip the pillow as his own lust became more apparent. She swore that she could feel a curious rising underneath his midsection. Her look was positively predatory as she rubbed her smooth silky soft breasts all over his back lightly teasing him with her perfect nipples making his skin crawl in delicious approval at the steamy erotic massage.
“I was actually your little servant girl Greg. We were in a Victorian era house and I was your little House Maid. I was a peasant. You were a high Master of the court, haha, sounds familiar huh? Hehe. I was the most beautiful of all your servants and you had a Very naughty little habit of PLAYING with me… in a very special way… you didn’t want ANYONE to find out the sinful little things that we did together Greg. Do you know what you liked about me in my debauched dream, Honey?” Amanda moaned directly into his ear in a slow sultry whisper literally tickling his ears with her warm breath.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm that’s easy sweetheart. I know that I liked to tickle you Amanda…! I liked to take my cute little house maid into the dungeon, tie her down nice and tight, and ruthlessly tickle every inch of her supple skin until she was screaming and BEGGING me for mercy that would NEVER COME!” Greg was sure that the question was just another stab at the obvious. Even while he was being completely distracted by the seductive rubbing of his Wife’s soft supple Breasts and firm teasing nipples he could at LEAST think that clearly.
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Greg… I told you this was different. Just like I told you how WET it makes me just thinking about it.” Amanda was absolutely shameless. She rubbed her soaking wet pussy all over Greg’s strong thighs as she worked her throbbing clit harder and harder against his firm leg muscles. If she was going to be punished for this naughty little fantasy then she was definitely going to get her moneys worth for teasing her poor Husband. She was thoroughly enjoying hearing Greg’s desperate sighs of peaking arousal as she rubbed herself so erotically all over his sensitive back and thighs as she whispered her naughty little secrets right into his waiting ear.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm then I know that I LOVED to spank you. I liked to take you into my secret chamber, tie your wrists to your ankles, and CORRECT YOU, for not doing your chores properly! I made you promise me to do a much better job in between your desperate moaning with each swat of your perfect behind… din’tI Amanda….?” Greg was actually becoming a little confused. He knew that this was different, but he didn’t know just how different this little fantasy actually was.
“Nope, you are still thinking about the Me YOU know sweetheart… you are not thinking about the me that hides behind these pretty little eyes Greg!” That actually scared a tiny part of Greg. He thought that he was intimately acquainted with all the aspects of Amanda’s sexuality. The introduction of some capricious element was more than just a little disconcerting (even though the devilish new tone of Amanda’s sweet voice was strangely arousing.
“You liked my feet… That’s almost the same as you now, but in MY fantasy it excited you when you couldn’t have them. I would come down to your dark little dungeon. You got THAT PART right. But then, I would tie YOU tightly to a chair, Honey. I would take off my servant’s clothes and you would always have these deliciously naughty little outfits for me to wear. Last night you wanted me to dress like a school teacher. You wanted me to dress like a Victorian school teacher who had caught a bad little student peeping at her sexy feet.
So do you know what I did to my naughty little boy Greg? I tied him to a chair… all day long. And I teased him with my soft sexy buttery soles (the same seductive soles that got him into SOOO Much trouble) driving him insane. I tied you up so tight Greg. I promise, you couldn’t move ONE INCH. I wrapped rope all around you making sure that you were going NOWHERE. I know how strong you are, but you couldn’t get away. You couldn’t have my pretty little feet that I know you love so much Greg. I gagged you, so that you couldn’t even beg me to touch them. I rubbed them all over your face Greg, while you couldn’t move or touch them. That’s so MEAN isn’t it, Greg? I let you smell them. I let your face feel them. But you couldn’t kiss them. (I know how much you LOVE to kiss my feet, Greg. You almost need it don’t you?) You couldn’t have them. No matter how much I saw you suffering and no matter how desperate I could see you getting, You couldn’t FUCKING have them… (Do you hear me Greg?)” Amanda was loosing herself. She was becoming drunk with the power that she had over Greg’s arousal. With every torrid detail, she could feel him sigh. As her tone increased and the implications of her dormant desires became more and more a reality, she could now feel Greg’s hips gently writhing beneath her sopping mound. The stifled approval from Greg’s subconscious just spurred her on to make this as enjoyable for him as possible by being as DEVIOUS as possible. That’s what good little wives are for right? Feeling his hips churning brought an even more evil smile to her face. As the tingles of his gyration against her throbbing nipples pulsed between her legs, she knew that this was the perfect time to tell Greg about HER rules!
“And do you know what the best part was Greg… Huh…. Can you guess? The best part was… that you were not allowed to get hard. Hahaha (mmmmmmmmm not even a little sweetheart!)” Amanda could not help but giggle at her Husband’s plight. She could hear from the loud groan he let out and feel through his gentle writhing that he was experiencing just how HARD it would be to comply with that insidious demand.
“That is the lesson for my naughty little boy. (That’s why you shouldn’t stare at your teachers feet, Greg.. HEHE!) You are not to get off on being able to see my sexy bare feet Greg. I am going to have to teach you how to COTNROL yourself. You have to sit there and not get hard while I tease you for hours. (Hours honey…. I promise you that it will only get worse.) And just like in real life, you are SUCH a naughty little boy Greg.” Amanda relished Greg’s silence. That let her know that right now above all else, she had his FULL attention.
“I have to pull down your pants. I pull down your underwear… and I see just how hard you are getting seeing and smelling my pretty little feet. Then I sit back down… and I tease you with my Toes, honey. (You know the ones you love to nibble and tease so much, Greg). I tease and torture you with my cute WIGGLY toes that I know you love so much. I pinch your nose. I rub them all over your inner thighs… I know how badly you want me to touch your Naughty little cock with my tickly little toes don’t you Greg? I know that you want me to rub it up and down. But I don’t touch your shaft with my feet Greg. Not one bit. I just take my cute tiny little toes, and tickle right under your sensitive little balls, Greg. (I bet that is going to tickle honey… hehe And you BETTER not like it too much otherwise this is just going to be the beginning sweetie.) I want to watch you suffer, Greg. You know… like the ways you make ME suffer! You are not going to be able to cum and you are going to have to take the evil tickling of my sexy feet right on the underside of your throbbing balls, Greg. I know that you can’t take it. That’s what makes it so fun. I want to watch you break honey. I want to see the desire grip every part of you. I want to see you want me, need me, and have to handle the fact that you can’t FUCKING HAVE ME!” Amanda’s reservations had long since past. She was still telling Greg about her depraved little fantasy, but now she began to ask herself: “Was it still a dream?” Greg’s moaning and writhing underneath her listening to the gory details of his fictitious demise was adding LOTS of doubt to that question.
“This is your punishment for getting so fucking hard just looking at and touching my pretty little feet. And you better not laugh… you better not moan… you better not say a fucking word while I am punishing your sweet sensitive little balls with the teasing ticklish toes of my sexy feet, Greg (I don’t care how much it tickles). And I am still going to be rubbing my other foot up and down your thigh Greg. I can see you fighting the sounds now.
You better not laugh like a fucking little school girl. Then you will REALLY be punished. Then I am going to take the feather duster… and tickle the tip of your throbbing cock so that you will have a REAL REASON to laugh. I am not going to stop until you aren’t hard anymore Greg. I don’t even fucking care if you cum. And if you get any on my neat little feather duster I am going to whip your naughty little cock with your own belt. Do you know that? Can you feel the feathers all over your ticklish little cock, Greg? Does it feel good? Does it…” Amanda was greatly surprised as she heard Greg scream out in furious lust.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy GODDDDDDDD UHHHHHHHHHHHHH UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Greg could not take it anymore. The rubbing of Amanda’s Breasts on his sensitive back was bad enough. Her long drawn out fantasy about teasing him with her feet and torturing his poor cock and balls made him so hard and the tickly tingles bubbling deep inside of him had no where to go but to.... The sheets felt so good against his throbbing cock that he could not help but…
“Greg… Did you just CUM… Hehe…OH MY GOD.” Amanda leaned in even closer almost gloating. She let her hair drape over Greg’s head as se teasingly reveled in her little victory. “Did you just come all over my clean sheets, Greg… Huh… You are a bad little boy, Aren’t you Greg. Turn around… let me see that NAGUHTY little cock. I am going to have to punish YOU this morning… HAND ME THE FEATHER OUT OF THE NIGHTSTAND SO THAT I REALLY CAN TEACH YOU A LESSON IN SELF CONTROL. Hehe. (And don’t worry sweetie. I promise I won’t be Gentle.)”
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