So this is a true story of my first time tickling my ex girlfriend. I add-libbed some of the dialogue because I don’t remember “exactly” everything that was said, but I kept everything as close as I could remember. Thanks for reading 🙂
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When I was…well, let’s say 18 (give or take a year and 3 months 😛), I had recently gotten together with my second girlfriend, Kellie (name changed).
Kellie is easily the cutest girl I’ve ever dated. Standing at 5’0” barefoot, she had un-naturally bright red hair with the biggest blue eyes you’ve ever seen, and an adorable little gap tooth between her front teeth. She had womanly curves I have only seen a few times on girls that small that used to drive me wild. Smaller, handful-sized breasts, mostly flat stomach with a little meat to grab, and a shapely swell of her hips and bum.
She also easily had the sexiest feet I’ve ever seen. For such a small chick, she had bigger sized feet (size 6 and a half, so not really “big” at all), but they were slender and shapely, with a smooth and delicate arch and adorably plump toes that she kept black polish on. I used to drool over her feet before I had the courage to introduce my fetish(s) to her.
Anyways, about a week after Kellie and I started dating, she and I were relaxing in my bedroom after school, lounging on my bed. We started talking about things we had done sexually with our ex’s, and when bondage came up, she get really quiet and told me that she had always really wanted to try being tied up.
Jackpot. I told her how hot she would look all tied up and helpless to whatever I’d do to her, and she seemed to get a little nervous (maybe because at this point I was staring at her like she was Little Red Riding Hood and I was the wolf), and changed the subject, asking if there was anything I liked or wanted to try.
I was nervous and my heart was beating at a thousand miles per second, but I figured she trusted me enough to tell me something she likes, so I should return the favor, and said, “Well, I’m not sure why, but I’ve always found tickling kinda…sexy.”
She gave me a weird look before asking, “Tickling? Like, ‘giggle giggle haha’ tickle?”
Embarrassed now, I answered, “Yea…”
“Well that’s really fucking cute. You like being tickled?” She asked.
I was floored by that response, and stuttered when answering, “U-uhm, no, I like…to do, you know, the tickling.”
“That’s a little more scary!” She laughed, “I’m waaay too ticklish.” She smiled at me, squinting her eyes defiantly.
I got a excited at this point that she was being so playful about my interest, and decided to see how far she’d let me push it.
“Oh, you’re too ticklish?” I scooted up from the foot of the bed where I’d been laying to where she was laying in the middle of my bed on her stomach, her knees bent and feet swinging in the air. “So if I tickled-” I squeezed her ribs quickly with a couple fingers, causing her to jump and squeal. “-you, that would be bad, right?”
She smiled at me, still giggling, and said, “Well I don’t know if it would be bad.” She looked at me a little more intently before asking, “It seriously…turns you on? To tickle me?”
“Yea, tickling has been a turn on for me for as long as I can remember.” I answered honestly.
“Have you…” She paused, thinking. “…tickled someone before?”
“Yes,” I said carefully, worried she would take it wrong if she wasn’t my ‘first’. “Allison (my ex, and first girlfriend) and I tried a little tickling sometimes.”
“Oh.” She said with a slight pout. “So like, you just tickled her and she just laid there?”
“Well, I mean, there were times where we just tickled like that, but she usually wanted to just be, uhm…restrained.”
“Like bondage?” She asked slowly.
“Uhm, yea.”
“So she couldn’t move at all while you were tickling her?” She asked, looking surprised.
“Well both her wrists were tied above her head and her ankles were tied at each end of the bed, but she could move her body a little and kinda…wiggle.” I laughed.
“Holy crap! That sounds intense!” She exclaimed. “And she didn’t hate it? I’m not sure I couldn’t handle it.”
Hearing that she was considering letting me tickle her was more than enough for me to encourage her, saying, “She ended up really liking being tickled.” I told her, speaking the truth. “The last few times I tickled her before we broke up were her idea- she would bring it up and ask me to.”
“Really?” She asked in disbelief. “And it seriously turns you on?” She asked again, eyes wide.
I laughed before kissing her on the lips, and when I pulled away I said, “Yes, tickling turns me on, but I don’t want you to think I’m pressuring you into anything. This doesn’t have to change anything.”
“Well, I mean,” Kellie started, “I really want to be tied up. I think that it sounds really sexy to have no control.” She blushed. “And…if, while I’m tied up, you wanted to, like…tickle me or something, I don’t think I’d hate it…”
“Ok.” I smiled. “Well, whenever you want to try that, we can-”
“Well,” She interrupted, “When is your mom coming home?”
“Not till like 8pm (it was only 4:30pm).” I answered.
She stood up then and walked across my room to my closet and opened the door, reached in and started rummaging around. A few seconds later she pulled at 3 of my scarves and threw them at me, laughing. “Think these will work?” And walked back over to the bed, looking at me expectantly.
“Uhm.” I intelligently stated, looking at this beautiful girl sitting in front of me, asking me to tie her up and tickle her. “Are you sure about this?”
She hesitated for a second, before answering, “Yea, I’m sure. Just don’t be too evil!” She laughed.
“Ok well, just say ‘yellow’ if you want me to take it easy and ‘red’ if at any time you want me to stop, ok?” I told her seriously.
“Ok.” She smiled, before leaning over and kissing me intently.
We started kissing more, and slowly and eventually layers of clothing started coming off until we were both in our underwear. We hadn’t moved further than that sexually yet at that point, so we stopped there when she pulled her head away from mine and playfully asked, “Are you ever going to tie me up?”
I stood up off the bed and let her situate herself in the center of the bed, before I climbed on top of her, straddling her midsection between my legs as I reached up to tie her wrists together, and then to the bedpost.
While I was working on her hands, Kellie tilted her head up and actually motor boated my boobs, which surprisingly tickled. “Hey!” I yelped, surprised. “Only I get to mess with you.”
With one hand holding her bound wrists (but not yet tied to the bed), I used my other hand to reach down and scratch lightly and quickly on her underarm. The reaction was extreme and instant.
“WooAAH! Woah! Haha-hey! AHHH! HAHAHA!” She twisted and squirmed as much as she could with my weight on her, and pulled her arms down as much as she could, but I kept the upper hand on her for about 30 seconds before she managed to pull her arms to her sides.
I let her catch her breath, but continued to straddle her.
“Woah!” She exclaimed when she calmed down enough to talk. “Woah, that was insane.”
“But you didn’t say yellow or red at all.” I noted, impressed.
She smiled up at me, scrunching her nose. “That’s ‘cuz I’m not a wimp. I can handle a little tickling.”
I laughed before asking, “Well then, are you ready for me to finish tying you up?”
She exhaled sharply and closed her eyes dramatically before responding, “Yes, I’m ready.”
I finished tying her wrists to the bed, and then moved down to the foot of the bed. She was still wearing her socks- classic white ankle socks that were a little dirty on the bottom, showing the outline of her foot and toes perfectly. I slipped off her socks and stood up and stared at my prize.
I moved up to the top of the bed where her head was, and kissed her softly. “I hope you have some fun with this.” I told her, before digging my fingers in the soft hallows of her armpits.
“AHHH! AHH-HAHAHAHA! Oooh, noo! Haha!! WOAH! HAHAHAHA!” I wiggled my fingers all over those little underarms, scratching and prodding and digging. “OOOHHH HAHAHAHAHA! It tickles!! HAHA! Ooh, it tickles *snort* so much!”
After about a minute I stopped my abuse and gave her a chance to breathe, running my fingers along her collar bone and chest lightly.
“What do you think?” I asked, smiling at her.
After a few seconds of her trying to catch her breath and the occasional slip of a giggle, she smiled at me and said, “That’s so fucking insane. Like, I can’t stand it, but at the same time its kinda…fun.”
“Well good!” I said before I started gently squeezing her ribs.
“Hahahahaha *snort* hehe! Ooooh, ooh that tee-hee-hee-hee tickles! Ha! HAHA!” She started squirming her body as much as the scarves would let her move.
I moved my hands up and down her sides, changing my tempo and pressure often to keep her on her toes. The intensity of her laughter would vary, as certain spots seemed to be especially sensitive, like her ribs just beneath her breasts. And she would go absolutely crazy when I’d use all 10 fingers on one side of her, poking and prodding. And when my fingers began to travel down her ribs, getting especially close to her wiggling hips, she would start howling with laughter.
I slowed my pace for a minute, only lightly tickling her soft belly so she could catch her breath. When her breathing became more regular, I leaned over and blew a giant raspberry in her belly, causing her to arch her back and start giggling like crazy.
“Hehehehe, Tori, you- HA!” She yelped as my fingers started pinching lightly at her hips and inner thighs, just enough to keep her giggling. “Hahaha, ohmygod this is- HAHAhehehe soo *gasp* INSANE! Hahaha! HAHA! HAHA! OOH NO! NOT THERE! AHH HAHAHAAAA!” She started screaming as I focused my finger’s attention to her inner thighs, digging and wiggling my fingers in the sensitive part where her legs reach the ‘V’ of her womanhood, causing her to throw her head back and howl. “TOO MUCH! HAHA! AHH! RED! RED!” She begged, tossing her head back and forth.
I stopped immediately, completely terrified I’d gone too far and she would never let me tickle her again. “I’m so sorry! Are you ok?” I asked, moving to untie her hands.
“Wait, wait!” Kellie insisted, breathing hard. “Just-just hold on a second.” She took a second to catch her breath before continuing, “That was…the most ticklish thing I’ve ever felt, between my legs.” She explained, her eyes wide. “Like, holyshit ohmygod!”
“I’m really sorry, I’ll untie you right now.” I said.
“No, seriously wait.” She told me. “I just cant handle that much intensity right there. If you just, I don’t know, focus on other spots and not there, I think I’d be fine.” She smiled at me.
“Are you serious?” I asked her. “You still are ok with me tickling you?”
“It’s actually kinda…fun. Plus…” She gave me a pointed look, “I really like how you look at me when you’re tickling me. It’s hot.” She giggled.
I smiled at her and kissed her for a few seconds before moving down to the foot of the bed where her pretty little feet laid waiting for me. “Well you’re just my favorite person ever!” I laughed, before kneeling at the end of the bed.
Kellie looked down at me as best she could, a little concern in her eyes. “My feet?” She asked, “You’re going to tickle my feet?”
“Well how can I not? They’re just too cute not to.” I said, a little nervous about revealing my second fetish to her. But at this point, there really wasn’t much she could say.
“Ew, my feet are NOT cute!” She laughed, scrunching her nose.
“Well, I think they are.” I insisted, rubbing her feet softly with the palm of my hands so I don’t tickle her yet. “They’re just cute and soft and all around sexy.”
“Tori!” She said in surprise. “How many weird things are you into!?”
I laughed before answering, “I swear, this is my last thing. But I really do like your feet.” I could feel myself blush at this point.
“So you like feet and tickling.” She laughed. “You’re so bizarre! So tickling my feet is like a super turn on or something?”
I smiled, but my thoughts were extremely focused on the dainty, adorable peds sitting about 6 inches from my face. “Something like that.” I answered, before moving my head to her feet and taking a long, slow lick from her heel to the base of her toes, using my hands to steady her foot.
“WOOAAAHH-AAHAHAHA!!!” She hollered in surprise. “Whaa-haha-at are you dooo-hoo-hoo-ing? AHH haha!” She asked, looking down to see me the best she could.
I used my pointer finger to trace the length of her arch, causing her to burst into giggles as I answered her. “I told you I like your feet. And hey, if this also happens to tickle, then even better!”
Again I used my hands to steady her tiny, quivering foot, and I then placed my mouth around her big toe, sucking and licking and nibbling to my hearts content. I swirled my tongue around the base of her toes, sliding in between each one as her foot twitched and attempted to move away from my mouth. But my hands held on well.
“OOH! OOH HAHAHA! *snort* OHMYGOD HAH! That’s so *gasp* WEIRD! HAHAAAHAHA! AHH!”
I licked her toes for a good few minutes before pulling myself away so she could have a much needed break. I stayed at the end of the bed though, still unable to tear myself away from my new best friends.
“That was FUCKING INSANE!” Kellie gasped when she’d finally calmed down enough to talk. “Like, holy shit Tori! Haha that was nothing like I expected.”
“Was it too much?” I asked sheepishly, feeling bad now that I never talked to her about me messing with her feet before.
Kellie thought for a second before she smiled at me. “No, it wasn’t. It felt kinda…nice, but it just tickled SO MUCH!” She laughed. “But it wasn’t bad.” She insisted.
“So, are you ready to be untied?” I asked, finally tearing myself away from her feet.
“Well,” She smiled. “I think I’m ready for the tickling to be done for right now…but I don’t think I am ready to be untied yet.” She winked at me.
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The End 🙂
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When I was…well, let’s say 18 (give or take a year and 3 months 😛), I had recently gotten together with my second girlfriend, Kellie (name changed).
Kellie is easily the cutest girl I’ve ever dated. Standing at 5’0” barefoot, she had un-naturally bright red hair with the biggest blue eyes you’ve ever seen, and an adorable little gap tooth between her front teeth. She had womanly curves I have only seen a few times on girls that small that used to drive me wild. Smaller, handful-sized breasts, mostly flat stomach with a little meat to grab, and a shapely swell of her hips and bum.
She also easily had the sexiest feet I’ve ever seen. For such a small chick, she had bigger sized feet (size 6 and a half, so not really “big” at all), but they were slender and shapely, with a smooth and delicate arch and adorably plump toes that she kept black polish on. I used to drool over her feet before I had the courage to introduce my fetish(s) to her.
Anyways, about a week after Kellie and I started dating, she and I were relaxing in my bedroom after school, lounging on my bed. We started talking about things we had done sexually with our ex’s, and when bondage came up, she get really quiet and told me that she had always really wanted to try being tied up.
Jackpot. I told her how hot she would look all tied up and helpless to whatever I’d do to her, and she seemed to get a little nervous (maybe because at this point I was staring at her like she was Little Red Riding Hood and I was the wolf), and changed the subject, asking if there was anything I liked or wanted to try.
I was nervous and my heart was beating at a thousand miles per second, but I figured she trusted me enough to tell me something she likes, so I should return the favor, and said, “Well, I’m not sure why, but I’ve always found tickling kinda…sexy.”
She gave me a weird look before asking, “Tickling? Like, ‘giggle giggle haha’ tickle?”
Embarrassed now, I answered, “Yea…”
“Well that’s really fucking cute. You like being tickled?” She asked.
I was floored by that response, and stuttered when answering, “U-uhm, no, I like…to do, you know, the tickling.”
“That’s a little more scary!” She laughed, “I’m waaay too ticklish.” She smiled at me, squinting her eyes defiantly.
I got a excited at this point that she was being so playful about my interest, and decided to see how far she’d let me push it.
“Oh, you’re too ticklish?” I scooted up from the foot of the bed where I’d been laying to where she was laying in the middle of my bed on her stomach, her knees bent and feet swinging in the air. “So if I tickled-” I squeezed her ribs quickly with a couple fingers, causing her to jump and squeal. “-you, that would be bad, right?”
She smiled at me, still giggling, and said, “Well I don’t know if it would be bad.” She looked at me a little more intently before asking, “It seriously…turns you on? To tickle me?”
“Yea, tickling has been a turn on for me for as long as I can remember.” I answered honestly.
“Have you…” She paused, thinking. “…tickled someone before?”
“Yes,” I said carefully, worried she would take it wrong if she wasn’t my ‘first’. “Allison (my ex, and first girlfriend) and I tried a little tickling sometimes.”
“Oh.” She said with a slight pout. “So like, you just tickled her and she just laid there?”
“Well, I mean, there were times where we just tickled like that, but she usually wanted to just be, uhm…restrained.”
“Like bondage?” She asked slowly.
“Uhm, yea.”
“So she couldn’t move at all while you were tickling her?” She asked, looking surprised.
“Well both her wrists were tied above her head and her ankles were tied at each end of the bed, but she could move her body a little and kinda…wiggle.” I laughed.
“Holy crap! That sounds intense!” She exclaimed. “And she didn’t hate it? I’m not sure I couldn’t handle it.”
Hearing that she was considering letting me tickle her was more than enough for me to encourage her, saying, “She ended up really liking being tickled.” I told her, speaking the truth. “The last few times I tickled her before we broke up were her idea- she would bring it up and ask me to.”
“Really?” She asked in disbelief. “And it seriously turns you on?” She asked again, eyes wide.
I laughed before kissing her on the lips, and when I pulled away I said, “Yes, tickling turns me on, but I don’t want you to think I’m pressuring you into anything. This doesn’t have to change anything.”
“Well, I mean,” Kellie started, “I really want to be tied up. I think that it sounds really sexy to have no control.” She blushed. “And…if, while I’m tied up, you wanted to, like…tickle me or something, I don’t think I’d hate it…”
“Ok.” I smiled. “Well, whenever you want to try that, we can-”
“Well,” She interrupted, “When is your mom coming home?”
“Not till like 8pm (it was only 4:30pm).” I answered.
She stood up then and walked across my room to my closet and opened the door, reached in and started rummaging around. A few seconds later she pulled at 3 of my scarves and threw them at me, laughing. “Think these will work?” And walked back over to the bed, looking at me expectantly.
“Uhm.” I intelligently stated, looking at this beautiful girl sitting in front of me, asking me to tie her up and tickle her. “Are you sure about this?”
She hesitated for a second, before answering, “Yea, I’m sure. Just don’t be too evil!” She laughed.
“Ok well, just say ‘yellow’ if you want me to take it easy and ‘red’ if at any time you want me to stop, ok?” I told her seriously.
“Ok.” She smiled, before leaning over and kissing me intently.
We started kissing more, and slowly and eventually layers of clothing started coming off until we were both in our underwear. We hadn’t moved further than that sexually yet at that point, so we stopped there when she pulled her head away from mine and playfully asked, “Are you ever going to tie me up?”
I stood up off the bed and let her situate herself in the center of the bed, before I climbed on top of her, straddling her midsection between my legs as I reached up to tie her wrists together, and then to the bedpost.
While I was working on her hands, Kellie tilted her head up and actually motor boated my boobs, which surprisingly tickled. “Hey!” I yelped, surprised. “Only I get to mess with you.”
With one hand holding her bound wrists (but not yet tied to the bed), I used my other hand to reach down and scratch lightly and quickly on her underarm. The reaction was extreme and instant.
“WooAAH! Woah! Haha-hey! AHHH! HAHAHA!” She twisted and squirmed as much as she could with my weight on her, and pulled her arms down as much as she could, but I kept the upper hand on her for about 30 seconds before she managed to pull her arms to her sides.
I let her catch her breath, but continued to straddle her.
“Woah!” She exclaimed when she calmed down enough to talk. “Woah, that was insane.”
“But you didn’t say yellow or red at all.” I noted, impressed.
She smiled up at me, scrunching her nose. “That’s ‘cuz I’m not a wimp. I can handle a little tickling.”
I laughed before asking, “Well then, are you ready for me to finish tying you up?”
She exhaled sharply and closed her eyes dramatically before responding, “Yes, I’m ready.”
I finished tying her wrists to the bed, and then moved down to the foot of the bed. She was still wearing her socks- classic white ankle socks that were a little dirty on the bottom, showing the outline of her foot and toes perfectly. I slipped off her socks and stood up and stared at my prize.
I moved up to the top of the bed where her head was, and kissed her softly. “I hope you have some fun with this.” I told her, before digging my fingers in the soft hallows of her armpits.
“AHHH! AHH-HAHAHAHA! Oooh, noo! Haha!! WOAH! HAHAHAHA!” I wiggled my fingers all over those little underarms, scratching and prodding and digging. “OOOHHH HAHAHAHAHA! It tickles!! HAHA! Ooh, it tickles *snort* so much!”
After about a minute I stopped my abuse and gave her a chance to breathe, running my fingers along her collar bone and chest lightly.
“What do you think?” I asked, smiling at her.
After a few seconds of her trying to catch her breath and the occasional slip of a giggle, she smiled at me and said, “That’s so fucking insane. Like, I can’t stand it, but at the same time its kinda…fun.”
“Well good!” I said before I started gently squeezing her ribs.
“Hahahahaha *snort* hehe! Ooooh, ooh that tee-hee-hee-hee tickles! Ha! HAHA!” She started squirming her body as much as the scarves would let her move.
I moved my hands up and down her sides, changing my tempo and pressure often to keep her on her toes. The intensity of her laughter would vary, as certain spots seemed to be especially sensitive, like her ribs just beneath her breasts. And she would go absolutely crazy when I’d use all 10 fingers on one side of her, poking and prodding. And when my fingers began to travel down her ribs, getting especially close to her wiggling hips, she would start howling with laughter.
I slowed my pace for a minute, only lightly tickling her soft belly so she could catch her breath. When her breathing became more regular, I leaned over and blew a giant raspberry in her belly, causing her to arch her back and start giggling like crazy.
“Hehehehe, Tori, you- HA!” She yelped as my fingers started pinching lightly at her hips and inner thighs, just enough to keep her giggling. “Hahaha, ohmygod this is- HAHAhehehe soo *gasp* INSANE! Hahaha! HAHA! HAHA! OOH NO! NOT THERE! AHH HAHAHAAAA!” She started screaming as I focused my finger’s attention to her inner thighs, digging and wiggling my fingers in the sensitive part where her legs reach the ‘V’ of her womanhood, causing her to throw her head back and howl. “TOO MUCH! HAHA! AHH! RED! RED!” She begged, tossing her head back and forth.
I stopped immediately, completely terrified I’d gone too far and she would never let me tickle her again. “I’m so sorry! Are you ok?” I asked, moving to untie her hands.
“Wait, wait!” Kellie insisted, breathing hard. “Just-just hold on a second.” She took a second to catch her breath before continuing, “That was…the most ticklish thing I’ve ever felt, between my legs.” She explained, her eyes wide. “Like, holyshit ohmygod!”
“I’m really sorry, I’ll untie you right now.” I said.
“No, seriously wait.” She told me. “I just cant handle that much intensity right there. If you just, I don’t know, focus on other spots and not there, I think I’d be fine.” She smiled at me.
“Are you serious?” I asked her. “You still are ok with me tickling you?”
“It’s actually kinda…fun. Plus…” She gave me a pointed look, “I really like how you look at me when you’re tickling me. It’s hot.” She giggled.
I smiled at her and kissed her for a few seconds before moving down to the foot of the bed where her pretty little feet laid waiting for me. “Well you’re just my favorite person ever!” I laughed, before kneeling at the end of the bed.
Kellie looked down at me as best she could, a little concern in her eyes. “My feet?” She asked, “You’re going to tickle my feet?”
“Well how can I not? They’re just too cute not to.” I said, a little nervous about revealing my second fetish to her. But at this point, there really wasn’t much she could say.
“Ew, my feet are NOT cute!” She laughed, scrunching her nose.
“Well, I think they are.” I insisted, rubbing her feet softly with the palm of my hands so I don’t tickle her yet. “They’re just cute and soft and all around sexy.”
“Tori!” She said in surprise. “How many weird things are you into!?”
I laughed before answering, “I swear, this is my last thing. But I really do like your feet.” I could feel myself blush at this point.
“So you like feet and tickling.” She laughed. “You’re so bizarre! So tickling my feet is like a super turn on or something?”
I smiled, but my thoughts were extremely focused on the dainty, adorable peds sitting about 6 inches from my face. “Something like that.” I answered, before moving my head to her feet and taking a long, slow lick from her heel to the base of her toes, using my hands to steady her foot.
“WOOAAAHH-AAHAHAHA!!!” She hollered in surprise. “Whaa-haha-at are you dooo-hoo-hoo-ing? AHH haha!” She asked, looking down to see me the best she could.
I used my pointer finger to trace the length of her arch, causing her to burst into giggles as I answered her. “I told you I like your feet. And hey, if this also happens to tickle, then even better!”
Again I used my hands to steady her tiny, quivering foot, and I then placed my mouth around her big toe, sucking and licking and nibbling to my hearts content. I swirled my tongue around the base of her toes, sliding in between each one as her foot twitched and attempted to move away from my mouth. But my hands held on well.
“OOH! OOH HAHAHA! *snort* OHMYGOD HAH! That’s so *gasp* WEIRD! HAHAAAHAHA! AHH!”
I licked her toes for a good few minutes before pulling myself away so she could have a much needed break. I stayed at the end of the bed though, still unable to tear myself away from my new best friends.
“That was FUCKING INSANE!” Kellie gasped when she’d finally calmed down enough to talk. “Like, holy shit Tori! Haha that was nothing like I expected.”
“Was it too much?” I asked sheepishly, feeling bad now that I never talked to her about me messing with her feet before.
Kellie thought for a second before she smiled at me. “No, it wasn’t. It felt kinda…nice, but it just tickled SO MUCH!” She laughed. “But it wasn’t bad.” She insisted.
“So, are you ready to be untied?” I asked, finally tearing myself away from her feet.
“Well,” She smiled. “I think I’m ready for the tickling to be done for right now…but I don’t think I am ready to be untied yet.” She winked at me.
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The End 🙂
