(Note: Before posting she did view and approve the YouTube video. "Hidden" was pre-agreed when I'd asked permission a while back, since she wanted her conversation as natural as possible.)
I knew this day was coming.
I woke up still master of my domain for a personal-record 330 straight hours. In just ten more days the mischievous trio of sensually persuasive tickling mistresses will be coaxing me into a historic launch - if I can first make it through this day intact.
My bi-weekly reflexology session is an hour of anticipation followed by a minute of ecstasy. She and I have been meeting for over a year now, and have all the affection and familiarity that comes with thirty-plus hours of private conversation, especially when it involves gentle touching all over my body. That we're both pretty optimistic makes it fun. That she puts a big smile on her face while tickling me makes it amazing. Six feet of slender blonde beauty rubbing my feet with oil for an hour and then gleefully tickling them primes a sure-fire launch every time. But this time, I must resist.
I know how lucky I am to have these sessions. I always clean up and dress well when I arrive. Today I got a pedicure too. It had been months since I'd had one (usually I just take care of myself), and I was curious to see if I'd be more ticklish in my pent-up state. And I was. I can hold still usually, and did today. But the file on the soles had me clenching the armrests more than usual, and the blood rushing to the usual erogenous places more forcefully. What would provocative, deliberate tickling do to me?
Today also happened to be the first session with the new camera I'd ordered. It took me a while to get it working over a few weeks, so fatefully it got to capture me in one of my most ticklishly-weakened states. Plus, she was in a particularly light-hearted mood. It made for great chemistry, and in the end, decent theater despite the dim lighting.
Unless you enjoy idle chit-chat and the sight of lubricated athletic high male arches being caressed by tender female hands, I'd recommend starting the video at 11:15. When she begins that flitting, tell-tale tapping to wind down the massage, I wish I could capture the smiles that slowly spread across both our faces for an eternal 30 seconds, as my heart starts racing and she at last turns those skilled nails right-side up to attack. Those 50 seconds are the longest of my week, and my eyes are locked on the glow of her face as she goes after me, leaving me panting, then silently leaves the room.
youtube.com/watch?v=35pNKOO0L40
Watching it on screen for the first time was a horrible, swollen challenge to my resolve and the mission. Yet still, for now, I am master of my domain. I've survived.
Launch time is scheduled for 2pm Friday May 19 CST. With less than 240 hours to go, I'm well past the halfway point toward a truly explosive and memorable occasion.
I knew this day was coming.
I woke up still master of my domain for a personal-record 330 straight hours. In just ten more days the mischievous trio of sensually persuasive tickling mistresses will be coaxing me into a historic launch - if I can first make it through this day intact.
My bi-weekly reflexology session is an hour of anticipation followed by a minute of ecstasy. She and I have been meeting for over a year now, and have all the affection and familiarity that comes with thirty-plus hours of private conversation, especially when it involves gentle touching all over my body. That we're both pretty optimistic makes it fun. That she puts a big smile on her face while tickling me makes it amazing. Six feet of slender blonde beauty rubbing my feet with oil for an hour and then gleefully tickling them primes a sure-fire launch every time. But this time, I must resist.
I know how lucky I am to have these sessions. I always clean up and dress well when I arrive. Today I got a pedicure too. It had been months since I'd had one (usually I just take care of myself), and I was curious to see if I'd be more ticklish in my pent-up state. And I was. I can hold still usually, and did today. But the file on the soles had me clenching the armrests more than usual, and the blood rushing to the usual erogenous places more forcefully. What would provocative, deliberate tickling do to me?
Today also happened to be the first session with the new camera I'd ordered. It took me a while to get it working over a few weeks, so fatefully it got to capture me in one of my most ticklishly-weakened states. Plus, she was in a particularly light-hearted mood. It made for great chemistry, and in the end, decent theater despite the dim lighting.
Unless you enjoy idle chit-chat and the sight of lubricated athletic high male arches being caressed by tender female hands, I'd recommend starting the video at 11:15. When she begins that flitting, tell-tale tapping to wind down the massage, I wish I could capture the smiles that slowly spread across both our faces for an eternal 30 seconds, as my heart starts racing and she at last turns those skilled nails right-side up to attack. Those 50 seconds are the longest of my week, and my eyes are locked on the glow of her face as she goes after me, leaving me panting, then silently leaves the room.
youtube.com/watch?v=35pNKOO0L40
Watching it on screen for the first time was a horrible, swollen challenge to my resolve and the mission. Yet still, for now, I am master of my domain. I've survived.
Launch time is scheduled for 2pm Friday May 19 CST. With less than 240 hours to go, I'm well past the halfway point toward a truly explosive and memorable occasion.
