Ok, really quick, let's make this a quick one today....hmmmm.........no.......no......too long.......meh...........oh, ok! Damn, how could I forget this one! I haven't thought about this one in a long time.
French girl, she was visiting an acquaintance of mine, and was staying here for a couple of weeks or something. Hard to remember but I'd see her at this bar in Hell's Kitchen that we'd go to, after playing or being out somewhere else, we'd end up at this bar, a famous bar actually, Rudy's. Amazing jukebox with tons of blues and jazz on it. It was great because by the time we got there, everybody in the place would be drunk, lol. And we still had out wits about ourselves, lol (even if I hadn't played a gig or something, I wouldn't even venture out of the apartment before 11, 11:30, lol)
Anyways, it's not the "I'm Mr. Player", because I'm totally not! Often, though, my friends were, and so.....when in Rome....lol...... and on at least two occasions, I "hooked up" with girls that were visiting female acquaintances of mine from that bar. Because nothing is better for romance that impending separation, lol.
So to make a short story medium sized, as is my way, I chatted with this girl throughout the time she was there, she was so cute and sweet and shy, and her English was ok. And as the time was coming for her to go back to France, I figured I'd "go for it", and we ended up kissing just sitting at the bar. In fact, I got that impression too....that her time was almost up and.....what would make her trip perfect was to get some male attention, which she hadn't. And so....I'd do, lol. Or maybe there was more to it than that. I don't know. Anyways....some wandering hands to her sides, and she broke up giggling, and smiling I said, "Oh, you're ticklish!" "Yes, I'm ticklish!" she said laughing, feebly smacking my hands away. Move in for the kiss.
I say let's get out of here, and we go back to my place. Now it's passionate makeout and blah blah blah, we end up in bed. More tickling. At one point, in the middle of it, she observed: "You like to tickle..." and I said."That's right!" going in for one more kill. But she was having fun with it, and.....at least with vanillas....you have to pace it, you can't just be tickling 24/7, you'll tickle her right out of the room! So, this is all mixed in with other stuff to keep her happy, distracted, turned-on and not-scared. Including talking. We didn't even have sex that night, I think we were just drunkenly fooling around and eventually both passed out, lol.
I spent the morning with her, made her breakfast, and then showed her a bit of the city in the early afternoon. That's a nice memory. We split off to do whatever, and said that we'd meet each other early at the bar, and I'd take her out. Or maybe I just went there that night, early, hoping to see her again, I can't remember.
The next clear thing I remember is we're back in my bed, and I've convinced her to let me loosely tie her up with a shirt or something, maybe a bandana, not serious bondage at all, playful bondage. I put her wrists together and tied them, and put her arms over her head and half-assed tied to them to.....what? I don't even remember. I didn't have a headboard. I don't know. Anyways, whatever it was, it was not very secure. I may have even just tucked in under the mattress or something.
So, with that all taken care of, I immediately straddle her, she thinks sex or who knows what is coming....she wasn't expecting she'd get tickled, I can tell you that much. (why don't they ever expect that? lol) But grinning, and not wasting a split second, I just mount her and immediately sink my fingers into her stomach and sides, as if to say "This is what we're doing. Gotcha now!" Her eyes bulge out shocked, the realization written all over her face and screaming "Oh no!" before the giggles overtook her. She immediately snapped out of the main bondage,like a broken rubber band, her wrists still tied together, but I didn't care, that was even hotter, my hands were already where they needed to be, and she just twisted and writhed around.
"Awwww", I said after a bit, "you got away!" and I stopped, held her wrists high above her head, leaned down and kissed her, kissed her deep and urgent, making her forget all about the tickles.
But after the kiss, she started panting again....she still hadn't caught her breath! So I got off her, and off the bed, and retied the bondage. Then I think I just caressed her a bit, and made her feel relaxed, can't quite remember. I know at one point, I was standing over her and whatever I was doing she said "That's so nice.....that feels like love.", lol. So cute. But eventually...when the time was right... my hand wandered back down to her sides, and I started playfully pinching her, causing little squeaks, squeals and giggle peals. "Oh no not again....".
So I'm tickling and I'm teasing, and gradually stepping it up, and gradually stepping it up, and she's in a steady giggling state, and now shes giggling even more....when all of a sudden, I look at her and say, "Hey, remember this?" and I plunge my head into her belly and blow a gigantic raspberry all over it. At that, the bondage broke, she screamed into hysterics, and I felt her arms (still bound at the wrists) loop over my head and pound my back before giving up. After mouthing her stomach for a bit, chomping and blowing.....I looked up, devil-grinning...."Remember that?" "Yes!", she conceded, still laughing. Lowered my face back down, blew again...and brought all ten fingers into her sides, tickling and driving her into the deepest hysterics of the night. Spidered up quickly, right back into the kiss, and, friends, she couldn't kiss me passionately enough, a totally conquered girl, anything to make it stop, anything to distract me, I could have anything I wanted.....and we spent the rest of the night, um.... past page 13*, lol
Never saw her again after that night.....I don't even remember her name..... but she certainly had a tale to tell her friends in France, about the American boy who tickled her silly, at his pad, in New York City.......😉
* "past page 13" is not my line! full disclosure! ripped it off from someone else!
French girl, she was visiting an acquaintance of mine, and was staying here for a couple of weeks or something. Hard to remember but I'd see her at this bar in Hell's Kitchen that we'd go to, after playing or being out somewhere else, we'd end up at this bar, a famous bar actually, Rudy's. Amazing jukebox with tons of blues and jazz on it. It was great because by the time we got there, everybody in the place would be drunk, lol. And we still had out wits about ourselves, lol (even if I hadn't played a gig or something, I wouldn't even venture out of the apartment before 11, 11:30, lol)
Anyways, it's not the "I'm Mr. Player", because I'm totally not! Often, though, my friends were, and so.....when in Rome....lol...... and on at least two occasions, I "hooked up" with girls that were visiting female acquaintances of mine from that bar. Because nothing is better for romance that impending separation, lol.
So to make a short story medium sized, as is my way, I chatted with this girl throughout the time she was there, she was so cute and sweet and shy, and her English was ok. And as the time was coming for her to go back to France, I figured I'd "go for it", and we ended up kissing just sitting at the bar. In fact, I got that impression too....that her time was almost up and.....what would make her trip perfect was to get some male attention, which she hadn't. And so....I'd do, lol. Or maybe there was more to it than that. I don't know. Anyways....some wandering hands to her sides, and she broke up giggling, and smiling I said, "Oh, you're ticklish!" "Yes, I'm ticklish!" she said laughing, feebly smacking my hands away. Move in for the kiss.
I say let's get out of here, and we go back to my place. Now it's passionate makeout and blah blah blah, we end up in bed. More tickling. At one point, in the middle of it, she observed: "You like to tickle..." and I said."That's right!" going in for one more kill. But she was having fun with it, and.....at least with vanillas....you have to pace it, you can't just be tickling 24/7, you'll tickle her right out of the room! So, this is all mixed in with other stuff to keep her happy, distracted, turned-on and not-scared. Including talking. We didn't even have sex that night, I think we were just drunkenly fooling around and eventually both passed out, lol.
I spent the morning with her, made her breakfast, and then showed her a bit of the city in the early afternoon. That's a nice memory. We split off to do whatever, and said that we'd meet each other early at the bar, and I'd take her out. Or maybe I just went there that night, early, hoping to see her again, I can't remember.
The next clear thing I remember is we're back in my bed, and I've convinced her to let me loosely tie her up with a shirt or something, maybe a bandana, not serious bondage at all, playful bondage. I put her wrists together and tied them, and put her arms over her head and half-assed tied to them to.....what? I don't even remember. I didn't have a headboard. I don't know. Anyways, whatever it was, it was not very secure. I may have even just tucked in under the mattress or something.
So, with that all taken care of, I immediately straddle her, she thinks sex or who knows what is coming....she wasn't expecting she'd get tickled, I can tell you that much. (why don't they ever expect that? lol) But grinning, and not wasting a split second, I just mount her and immediately sink my fingers into her stomach and sides, as if to say "This is what we're doing. Gotcha now!" Her eyes bulge out shocked, the realization written all over her face and screaming "Oh no!" before the giggles overtook her. She immediately snapped out of the main bondage,like a broken rubber band, her wrists still tied together, but I didn't care, that was even hotter, my hands were already where they needed to be, and she just twisted and writhed around.
"Awwww", I said after a bit, "you got away!" and I stopped, held her wrists high above her head, leaned down and kissed her, kissed her deep and urgent, making her forget all about the tickles.
But after the kiss, she started panting again....she still hadn't caught her breath! So I got off her, and off the bed, and retied the bondage. Then I think I just caressed her a bit, and made her feel relaxed, can't quite remember. I know at one point, I was standing over her and whatever I was doing she said "That's so nice.....that feels like love.", lol. So cute. But eventually...when the time was right... my hand wandered back down to her sides, and I started playfully pinching her, causing little squeaks, squeals and giggle peals. "Oh no not again....".
So I'm tickling and I'm teasing, and gradually stepping it up, and gradually stepping it up, and she's in a steady giggling state, and now shes giggling even more....when all of a sudden, I look at her and say, "Hey, remember this?" and I plunge my head into her belly and blow a gigantic raspberry all over it. At that, the bondage broke, she screamed into hysterics, and I felt her arms (still bound at the wrists) loop over my head and pound my back before giving up. After mouthing her stomach for a bit, chomping and blowing.....I looked up, devil-grinning...."Remember that?" "Yes!", she conceded, still laughing. Lowered my face back down, blew again...and brought all ten fingers into her sides, tickling and driving her into the deepest hysterics of the night. Spidered up quickly, right back into the kiss, and, friends, she couldn't kiss me passionately enough, a totally conquered girl, anything to make it stop, anything to distract me, I could have anything I wanted.....and we spent the rest of the night, um.... past page 13*, lol
Never saw her again after that night.....I don't even remember her name..... but she certainly had a tale to tell her friends in France, about the American boy who tickled her silly, at his pad, in New York City.......😉
* "past page 13" is not my line! full disclosure! ripped it off from someone else!
