My girlfriend and I frequently engage in delightful tickling foreplay. It's kind of like a therapy setting and she tickles me, demanding that I say that I'm beautiful.
"Tell me you're beautiful! Come on. Come on! Tell me you're beautiful!!"
"I...I'm...I'm be-beautiful..." I pant weakly.
Her tickling not only continues but also becomes more vigorous and intense. She smiles as I erupt into laughter.
I'm not convinced. SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT!"
"I'm BEAUTIFUL!!!" I yell, squealing as her finger finds my belly button and wriggles quickly and without relent.
"Again!"
"I AM BEEEAUTIFULLLL!!!!"
Her tickling subsides, but not completely. She now tickles my hot womanhood, her fingers grazing my swollen lips, dipping quickly into me, but not quiiiite deep enough for me to feel what I fully need to feel. She spreads me open with one hand and teases my lips, touching and tickling. Then, she slides a finger into me and pumps quickly. I moan and writhe and thrust.
As quickly as shs started, she pulls her finger out and barks "Who's the Goddess's dream?"
"I AM, I AAAAMMM!!!"
Two fingers slide in this time and she fucks me hard and fast as I moan and yell and gush and gush...
"Thaaaat's the way, baby, thaaaat's the waaaayyy..." she says softly, but surely as I convulse and shoot more and whimper with pleasure.
She repositions herself between my legs and, again, spreads me wide open.
"I'm going to tickle you on a very special spot," she says matter-of-factly. "I'm going to hold you like this, keep you here as long as it takes. And I am going to tickle you until you convince me that you deserve to feel good and that you deserve to feel pleasure. And then I'll tickle your ready nipples and clit. With my fingers, my palms, my tongue...I'll keep going until you explode...oh, yes...you're going to CUM for me! I'm going to make you cum again and again." As she talks, she rubs my hot lips and then dips in, tickle-fucking me. I moan and gasp and beg her to stop.
"No! Oh, no, I don't think so!" she mocks playfully, pulling out of me and poking her finger into my belly button. Giggles come pouring out of me and she laughs at my plight.
Does this tickle, Darlin'?
YEEEE-HEH-HEH-HEH-HEH-HESSSSS! I laugh and wail pitifully.
"Aaawww...do you want me to stop tickling you?"
"YES! PLEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEASE!!!!
"Tell me who created you!"
"THE GODDESS!!!" I scream
And what did she design your body to feel?"
"PLE...PLEASUUUUURRRRE!!!" I'm writhing desperately as her skilled and wicked fingers find all my weak spots and squeeze and poke and wriggle and flick and dance, making me jump and scream and writhe and cackle.
"...Tickle tickle tickle! Oh, yes! Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle...."
I scream with agony and erotic need when she finally stops the cruel tickling and tickles my mound again, drags one finger along my loins, strokes and caresses my torso and makes her way to my throbbing clit.
"Ooooh, yes...yes...I've got you. I've got you, Sweetie." She smiles big and begins to flick my clit with her fingertip.
I begin to moan gutterally as she quickens her pace.
"Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle..." she whispers, never stopping her fast finger on my bulging button. "MMMMMMM, yes, yes, you love this. MMMMMM, ticke tickle ticke....."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!" I scream as an orgasm rocks my entire body, making me bounce around under her. Once I settle, she merely has to touch me again and whisper tickly taunts and I climax again and again.
I deserve to feel pleasure.
"Tell me you're beautiful! Come on. Come on! Tell me you're beautiful!!"
"I...I'm...I'm be-beautiful..." I pant weakly.
Her tickling not only continues but also becomes more vigorous and intense. She smiles as I erupt into laughter.
I'm not convinced. SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT!"
"I'm BEAUTIFUL!!!" I yell, squealing as her finger finds my belly button and wriggles quickly and without relent.
"Again!"
"I AM BEEEAUTIFULLLL!!!!"
Her tickling subsides, but not completely. She now tickles my hot womanhood, her fingers grazing my swollen lips, dipping quickly into me, but not quiiiite deep enough for me to feel what I fully need to feel. She spreads me open with one hand and teases my lips, touching and tickling. Then, she slides a finger into me and pumps quickly. I moan and writhe and thrust.
As quickly as shs started, she pulls her finger out and barks "Who's the Goddess's dream?"
"I AM, I AAAAMMM!!!"
Two fingers slide in this time and she fucks me hard and fast as I moan and yell and gush and gush...
"Thaaaat's the way, baby, thaaaat's the waaaayyy..." she says softly, but surely as I convulse and shoot more and whimper with pleasure.
She repositions herself between my legs and, again, spreads me wide open.
"I'm going to tickle you on a very special spot," she says matter-of-factly. "I'm going to hold you like this, keep you here as long as it takes. And I am going to tickle you until you convince me that you deserve to feel good and that you deserve to feel pleasure. And then I'll tickle your ready nipples and clit. With my fingers, my palms, my tongue...I'll keep going until you explode...oh, yes...you're going to CUM for me! I'm going to make you cum again and again." As she talks, she rubs my hot lips and then dips in, tickle-fucking me. I moan and gasp and beg her to stop.
"No! Oh, no, I don't think so!" she mocks playfully, pulling out of me and poking her finger into my belly button. Giggles come pouring out of me and she laughs at my plight.
Does this tickle, Darlin'?
YEEEE-HEH-HEH-HEH-HEH-HESSSSS! I laugh and wail pitifully.
"Aaawww...do you want me to stop tickling you?"
"YES! PLEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEASE!!!!
"Tell me who created you!"
"THE GODDESS!!!" I scream
And what did she design your body to feel?"
"PLE...PLEASUUUUURRRRE!!!" I'm writhing desperately as her skilled and wicked fingers find all my weak spots and squeeze and poke and wriggle and flick and dance, making me jump and scream and writhe and cackle.
"...Tickle tickle tickle! Oh, yes! Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle...."
I scream with agony and erotic need when she finally stops the cruel tickling and tickles my mound again, drags one finger along my loins, strokes and caresses my torso and makes her way to my throbbing clit.
"Ooooh, yes...yes...I've got you. I've got you, Sweetie." She smiles big and begins to flick my clit with her fingertip.
I begin to moan gutterally as she quickens her pace.
"Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle..." she whispers, never stopping her fast finger on my bulging button. "MMMMMMM, yes, yes, you love this. MMMMMM, ticke tickle ticke....."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!" I scream as an orgasm rocks my entire body, making me bounce around under her. Once I settle, she merely has to touch me again and whisper tickly taunts and I climax again and again.
I deserve to feel pleasure.
If only 2 b a fly on the wall.
Thanks for sharing
I think I'll call the wife at work and ask her to come home for lunch. I want a nooner and a cigarette!
