Embraceabl
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(M/F. Tickling, nudity, sexually explicit) Just so you know!
Comments and feedback are welcome.
Five Minutes
by: Nicole Skye
A rainy afternoon, relaxing together in bed; I‘m deep into a good book, you’re absorbed in paper work. Your words come to me as if from far away, I pull away from the dead body found in the wine cellar and return my attention to you.
“Do you want to play a game”?
As you ask that question your eyes sparkle with the light of fun, laughter and mischief glowing from them. I am intrigued and say yes instantly, my competitive spirit rising immediately to the surface. The rules are simple I hear you say; five minutes, my sock covered feet resting upon your knees. Five minutes of tickling and all I have to do is endure, no pulling away no matter what and make it through five little minutes that way. If I don’t make the five minutes I lose a piece of clothing and the new exposed area gets the same five minutes. It is back to my feet for the beginning of each and every round till I am able to beat the clock. It sounded simple, easy!
Man, was I ever wrong. . .
You’ve moved to the edge of the bed, I’ve scooted down to meet you. My sock cover feet perched on the edge of your knees for five minutes. Unbound. Tickled! I must keep them there for five minutes not to lose. For some silly reason I thought the socks would help me, protect me from the sensations. Wrong! I don’t want to laugh, laughing makes it worse.
Your fingers begin to play, gliding, swirling from heel to sole back and forth, light enough for me to feel it through the sock; feel it penetrate through my skin to the nerve endings. It feels good. It feels too good and it tickles so much; I can feel the giggles trying to break through. I press my teeth into my lower lip. Madness! I can do this! The giggles win out as you play against the ball of my foot.
Oh please. . .not your finger nails!
I didn’t stand a chance.
Did I even make it for a full 90 seconds?
You stand then, smiling as you hold your hand out to me so I can stand in front of you. You reach for my blouse; one by one the buttons are released. As you fingers work the buttons your eyes hold mine, seeing everything; the excitement, the fear, the anticipation. You telling me as you're getting closer to the last button how you can't wait to start tickling all this new found skin. I consider the urge to simply flee. You feel my trembling as you slip the blouse down my arms.
I learn that I am very ticklish where my waist meets the band of my skirt. I also learn that my inner arms from elbow to armpit have me begging almost immediately for mercy. Who knew that such a gentle teasing touch would reduce me to a quivering mass of helpless giggles so quickly?
I had no idea that five minutes lasted this long. Are you sure it was only two minutes?
My feet are once again positioned on your knees. I never made my minutes so you have the option of tickling them again. I know I’ll make it this time. My body is still feeling the aftershocks of the upper body tickling and you allow me to completely settle down and compose myself for round two.
My eyes widen as your hands practically lunge at my feet, pulling back at the last second. I'm so startled that I almost lose before the first touch. It is so evil of you to try to scare me into pulling away without even a touch. You laugh at my reaction and admit to being relieved that you still get to actually tickle my feet this round.
I can't lose this time. . . .
I think I make it half way through the 5 minutes although I can't be certain and I can't get you to tell me how much time actually passes.
Are you cheating?
The bottoms of my feet are still tingling as you help me to my feet to remove my skirt.
I'm trembling like crazy now and it is definitely from the excitement factor. I can't believe how long it takes you to simply remove my skirt. We're talking one button and a zipper here. You're making my knees weak. I feel the material caress the length of my thighs as the skirt slips silently to the floor.
From my knees to my waist your fingers travel searching out ticklish areas. I thought I mentioned on more that one occasion that I am ticklish literally everywhere, but nooooo. . .you have to see for yourself. It’s a good thing that there are no rules about having to lie still as you stroke and tickle. My body finally succeeds in curling into a protective ball. Your hands leave my body, your look proclaims you the victor of this round.
Next time we play I want to see a clock; a big one, with a minute hand. I'm definitely starting to think you either cheat or have no clue how long five minutes actually is.
I consider giving up as you settle my heels back on your knees. Yet the minute I see the look on your face I know that I have to try and really win at least one round. Hell, perhaps I'll even get a piece of clothing back.
Your fingertips and nails are driving my feet crazy. The sensations are running up and down my legs making my nipples harden and my clit tingle. I can't stand it a second longer and then you pull my toes back and go for the arch. I don't even remember moving even as my hand rubs the sensation out of my foot.
Please, tell me that I survived the full five minutes.
You're grinning like a fool as you simply shake your head no and hold your hand out to help me to my feet. You have a look about you, like a kid at Christmas. . . . .
Stepping behind me, you nuzzle your face into my neck as your fingers lightly trace a path up my fingertips, across the tops of my hands and proceed slowly up my arms. Your lips softly kiss and tease along my neck. I'm so lost in sensation that it takes a moment for my brain to register the change in temperature as my nipples are exposed.
Again I find myself spread out in front of you but apparently this time there will be no curling up in a protective ball. One hand holds my wrists high above my head as your other hand discovers new territory. I am amazed at how ticklish my breasts are when you touch them. You have me writhing beneath you, giggling, moaning, laughing and gasping as sensation overwhelms me. Your fingers feathering over my nipples almost sends me over the edge.
How did my feet end up on your knees again?
I really must be losing it here. My nipples are red, tingling and harder than I can ever remember them being. My heart is racing, my clit is definitely tingling and the rest of my body feels like one large exposed nerve ending.
Patiently you wait for me to compose myself. You even remind me of the rules. I must keep my feet in place, no matter what, for five minutes to win.
I want to win. . . . don't I?
Your nails scrape across my sock covered heels, the sensation shoots straight up my legs to settle between my thighs. I can feel the wetness pooling there. I'm never going to survive the last five minutes.
Tugging, pulling, the material is being stripped away from my foot. No more protection, completely exposed, the coolness of the room becomes a caress upon my soles. I cannot help but squirm as the other sock is removed. I watch in fearful anticipation as you gaze at my vulnerable soles. My whole body is trembling; you look up at me and smile, your hands move.
I lose track of everything as your hands, one on each foot, drive me to complete madness. I don't even have a clue how long I lasted this time but I can only assume from the look on your face that I lost yet again.
You go to stand.
No, please! I don't think I can stand up.
You kneel beside me, a starving man in front of an all you can eat buffet. Your fingers reach for my panties and slowly begin to slide them off my hips and down my legs.
You slip in between my legs, your fingers tracing maddening ticklish patterns up my feet, over my calves and start up between my thighs. Your touch is driving me crazy. Will I be able to stand you tickling me there? I'm so wet now that it feels as if there is a flood between my thighs, a flood that I know you can clearly see from your vantage point. My whole body is trembling in reaction and I need you so badly. Everything seems to be moving is slow motion and. . . .OMG my inner thighs are so ticklish! You've stopped there and seem enthralled with that reaction.
Up and down your fingers trail from my knee up to where thigh and groin meet, slowly working your way along my inner thighs. The ticklish sensations are maddening. I can't stand it!
I plead with you to stop. You simply shake your head no and tell me to spread my legs a bit wider. I close my eyes and consider your request. How easy it would be to beg you not to tickle me any more and simply fuck me. I couldn't be any more ready and your fingers are working their way into dangerous territory. It’s as if I can read your mind and I don't think I can take any tickling where your fingers are heading.
I'm not going to stop the tickling and it will continue on, longer than the five minutes if you do not do as I ask.”
Determined to hold it together for the last five minutes I spread my legs wider.
“Good girl,” your voice literally purrs, “I knew you could do it.”
Your fingers work their way up my inner thighs. Your light, teasing, ticklish, touches have me going out of my mind. The moment your fingers graze across those inner tendons that separate thigh from groin, I explode into laughter. I can't close my thighs and the moment my hands fly down to protect that area you capture them in one of your own. You rise to your knees leaning over me to bring my hands above my head.
“That will cost you an additional five minutes my dear and the clock starts now.”
You've only one free hand now but it's more than enough. From side to side your fingers travel, feather light teasing touches and tickles across my groin and up to my lower abdomen. My laughter, begging and pleading don't seem to slow you down at all. I'm going out of my mind as I feel your first foray between my lips.
It takes a moment for my body to register the incredible feel of your fingers gliding against me, teasing my lips, circling my opening and then back to tracing up one side of my over the top of my clit and down the other side. My laughter turns to moans and gasps of pleasure and my hips rise up slightly in an attempt to get your fingers where I need them the most.
You lower your mouth to my lips and your tongue delves into my creamy wetness. One slow lick that takes you from my center almost to my clit before stopping; I gasp and lift my hips slightly offering my self to you. Your fingers start tickling my tummy all over as your tongue starts sliding up and down my lips. It's hard to discern my laughter from my moans as you continue licking my lips, sucking on them, pulling on my lips with your mouth all the while continuing to tickle my tummy.
The first touch of your tongue to my clit is like being touched by a live wire. That one touch has me arching myself right into your face. With the next stroke of your tongue, you slide two fingers inside me. Your fingers slowly begin sliding in and out of me as your tongue teases my clit. Your fingers find that magical spot inside me. I'm gasping. . . .moaning, your fingers are wiggling all over that spot now; tickling, stroking, as your tongue teases and strokes my clit pushing me higher and higher. I want to come so badly and I'm so close. You can feel it start inside and your fingers renew their tickling of that spot as you begin to suck on my clit. The combination pushes me over the edge. My body jolts as I come so hard drenching your fingers.
I've lost all sense of time as I lay there gasping for breath as my body trembles in aftershock. I can feel the warmth of your body next to me, surrounding me.
Finally I find the strength to open my eyes. You're smiling down at me. You lean down to kiss me and I can taste myself on your lips.
You open your mouth to speak, smiling at your own thoughts. . . .
“The next time we play Nicole, for every piece of clothing you lose you will also have a cuff placed on you. By the time all four cuffs are placed on your wrists and ankles you will then be tied down and the length of tickle time will definitely be longer than five minutes.”
Will I play again?
Oh yes. . . . .
Comments and feedback are welcome.
Five Minutes
by: Nicole Skye
A rainy afternoon, relaxing together in bed; I‘m deep into a good book, you’re absorbed in paper work. Your words come to me as if from far away, I pull away from the dead body found in the wine cellar and return my attention to you.
“Do you want to play a game”?
As you ask that question your eyes sparkle with the light of fun, laughter and mischief glowing from them. I am intrigued and say yes instantly, my competitive spirit rising immediately to the surface. The rules are simple I hear you say; five minutes, my sock covered feet resting upon your knees. Five minutes of tickling and all I have to do is endure, no pulling away no matter what and make it through five little minutes that way. If I don’t make the five minutes I lose a piece of clothing and the new exposed area gets the same five minutes. It is back to my feet for the beginning of each and every round till I am able to beat the clock. It sounded simple, easy!
Man, was I ever wrong. . .
You’ve moved to the edge of the bed, I’ve scooted down to meet you. My sock cover feet perched on the edge of your knees for five minutes. Unbound. Tickled! I must keep them there for five minutes not to lose. For some silly reason I thought the socks would help me, protect me from the sensations. Wrong! I don’t want to laugh, laughing makes it worse.
Your fingers begin to play, gliding, swirling from heel to sole back and forth, light enough for me to feel it through the sock; feel it penetrate through my skin to the nerve endings. It feels good. It feels too good and it tickles so much; I can feel the giggles trying to break through. I press my teeth into my lower lip. Madness! I can do this! The giggles win out as you play against the ball of my foot.
Oh please. . .not your finger nails!
I didn’t stand a chance.
Did I even make it for a full 90 seconds?
You stand then, smiling as you hold your hand out to me so I can stand in front of you. You reach for my blouse; one by one the buttons are released. As you fingers work the buttons your eyes hold mine, seeing everything; the excitement, the fear, the anticipation. You telling me as you're getting closer to the last button how you can't wait to start tickling all this new found skin. I consider the urge to simply flee. You feel my trembling as you slip the blouse down my arms.
I learn that I am very ticklish where my waist meets the band of my skirt. I also learn that my inner arms from elbow to armpit have me begging almost immediately for mercy. Who knew that such a gentle teasing touch would reduce me to a quivering mass of helpless giggles so quickly?
I had no idea that five minutes lasted this long. Are you sure it was only two minutes?
My feet are once again positioned on your knees. I never made my minutes so you have the option of tickling them again. I know I’ll make it this time. My body is still feeling the aftershocks of the upper body tickling and you allow me to completely settle down and compose myself for round two.
My eyes widen as your hands practically lunge at my feet, pulling back at the last second. I'm so startled that I almost lose before the first touch. It is so evil of you to try to scare me into pulling away without even a touch. You laugh at my reaction and admit to being relieved that you still get to actually tickle my feet this round.
I can't lose this time. . . .
I think I make it half way through the 5 minutes although I can't be certain and I can't get you to tell me how much time actually passes.
Are you cheating?
The bottoms of my feet are still tingling as you help me to my feet to remove my skirt.
I'm trembling like crazy now and it is definitely from the excitement factor. I can't believe how long it takes you to simply remove my skirt. We're talking one button and a zipper here. You're making my knees weak. I feel the material caress the length of my thighs as the skirt slips silently to the floor.
From my knees to my waist your fingers travel searching out ticklish areas. I thought I mentioned on more that one occasion that I am ticklish literally everywhere, but nooooo. . .you have to see for yourself. It’s a good thing that there are no rules about having to lie still as you stroke and tickle. My body finally succeeds in curling into a protective ball. Your hands leave my body, your look proclaims you the victor of this round.
Next time we play I want to see a clock; a big one, with a minute hand. I'm definitely starting to think you either cheat or have no clue how long five minutes actually is.
I consider giving up as you settle my heels back on your knees. Yet the minute I see the look on your face I know that I have to try and really win at least one round. Hell, perhaps I'll even get a piece of clothing back.
Your fingertips and nails are driving my feet crazy. The sensations are running up and down my legs making my nipples harden and my clit tingle. I can't stand it a second longer and then you pull my toes back and go for the arch. I don't even remember moving even as my hand rubs the sensation out of my foot.
Please, tell me that I survived the full five minutes.
You're grinning like a fool as you simply shake your head no and hold your hand out to help me to my feet. You have a look about you, like a kid at Christmas. . . . .
Stepping behind me, you nuzzle your face into my neck as your fingers lightly trace a path up my fingertips, across the tops of my hands and proceed slowly up my arms. Your lips softly kiss and tease along my neck. I'm so lost in sensation that it takes a moment for my brain to register the change in temperature as my nipples are exposed.
Again I find myself spread out in front of you but apparently this time there will be no curling up in a protective ball. One hand holds my wrists high above my head as your other hand discovers new territory. I am amazed at how ticklish my breasts are when you touch them. You have me writhing beneath you, giggling, moaning, laughing and gasping as sensation overwhelms me. Your fingers feathering over my nipples almost sends me over the edge.
How did my feet end up on your knees again?
I really must be losing it here. My nipples are red, tingling and harder than I can ever remember them being. My heart is racing, my clit is definitely tingling and the rest of my body feels like one large exposed nerve ending.
Patiently you wait for me to compose myself. You even remind me of the rules. I must keep my feet in place, no matter what, for five minutes to win.
I want to win. . . . don't I?
Your nails scrape across my sock covered heels, the sensation shoots straight up my legs to settle between my thighs. I can feel the wetness pooling there. I'm never going to survive the last five minutes.
Tugging, pulling, the material is being stripped away from my foot. No more protection, completely exposed, the coolness of the room becomes a caress upon my soles. I cannot help but squirm as the other sock is removed. I watch in fearful anticipation as you gaze at my vulnerable soles. My whole body is trembling; you look up at me and smile, your hands move.
I lose track of everything as your hands, one on each foot, drive me to complete madness. I don't even have a clue how long I lasted this time but I can only assume from the look on your face that I lost yet again.
You go to stand.
No, please! I don't think I can stand up.
You kneel beside me, a starving man in front of an all you can eat buffet. Your fingers reach for my panties and slowly begin to slide them off my hips and down my legs.
You slip in between my legs, your fingers tracing maddening ticklish patterns up my feet, over my calves and start up between my thighs. Your touch is driving me crazy. Will I be able to stand you tickling me there? I'm so wet now that it feels as if there is a flood between my thighs, a flood that I know you can clearly see from your vantage point. My whole body is trembling in reaction and I need you so badly. Everything seems to be moving is slow motion and. . . .OMG my inner thighs are so ticklish! You've stopped there and seem enthralled with that reaction.
Up and down your fingers trail from my knee up to where thigh and groin meet, slowly working your way along my inner thighs. The ticklish sensations are maddening. I can't stand it!
I plead with you to stop. You simply shake your head no and tell me to spread my legs a bit wider. I close my eyes and consider your request. How easy it would be to beg you not to tickle me any more and simply fuck me. I couldn't be any more ready and your fingers are working their way into dangerous territory. It’s as if I can read your mind and I don't think I can take any tickling where your fingers are heading.
I'm not going to stop the tickling and it will continue on, longer than the five minutes if you do not do as I ask.”
Determined to hold it together for the last five minutes I spread my legs wider.
“Good girl,” your voice literally purrs, “I knew you could do it.”
Your fingers work their way up my inner thighs. Your light, teasing, ticklish, touches have me going out of my mind. The moment your fingers graze across those inner tendons that separate thigh from groin, I explode into laughter. I can't close my thighs and the moment my hands fly down to protect that area you capture them in one of your own. You rise to your knees leaning over me to bring my hands above my head.
“That will cost you an additional five minutes my dear and the clock starts now.”
You've only one free hand now but it's more than enough. From side to side your fingers travel, feather light teasing touches and tickles across my groin and up to my lower abdomen. My laughter, begging and pleading don't seem to slow you down at all. I'm going out of my mind as I feel your first foray between my lips.
It takes a moment for my body to register the incredible feel of your fingers gliding against me, teasing my lips, circling my opening and then back to tracing up one side of my over the top of my clit and down the other side. My laughter turns to moans and gasps of pleasure and my hips rise up slightly in an attempt to get your fingers where I need them the most.
You lower your mouth to my lips and your tongue delves into my creamy wetness. One slow lick that takes you from my center almost to my clit before stopping; I gasp and lift my hips slightly offering my self to you. Your fingers start tickling my tummy all over as your tongue starts sliding up and down my lips. It's hard to discern my laughter from my moans as you continue licking my lips, sucking on them, pulling on my lips with your mouth all the while continuing to tickle my tummy.
The first touch of your tongue to my clit is like being touched by a live wire. That one touch has me arching myself right into your face. With the next stroke of your tongue, you slide two fingers inside me. Your fingers slowly begin sliding in and out of me as your tongue teases my clit. Your fingers find that magical spot inside me. I'm gasping. . . .moaning, your fingers are wiggling all over that spot now; tickling, stroking, as your tongue teases and strokes my clit pushing me higher and higher. I want to come so badly and I'm so close. You can feel it start inside and your fingers renew their tickling of that spot as you begin to suck on my clit. The combination pushes me over the edge. My body jolts as I come so hard drenching your fingers.
I've lost all sense of time as I lay there gasping for breath as my body trembles in aftershock. I can feel the warmth of your body next to me, surrounding me.
Finally I find the strength to open my eyes. You're smiling down at me. You lean down to kiss me and I can taste myself on your lips.
You open your mouth to speak, smiling at your own thoughts. . . .
“The next time we play Nicole, for every piece of clothing you lose you will also have a cuff placed on you. By the time all four cuffs are placed on your wrists and ankles you will then be tied down and the length of tickle time will definitely be longer than five minutes.”
Will I play again?
Oh yes. . . . .
. I really am glad that you enjoyed it. You know that your friendship means the world to me. 
I am at a loss for what to say here, I am flattered to the point of speechlessness. To steal your breath, to make you shiver, to make you feel. . . What an amazing thing to know that I produced those sensations in you. 
Soft. Slow. Teasing. The magic that comes from a tickling seduction that can go on forever. Nothing rushed, just sensation layered upon sensation till my entire body feels like one exposed ticklish nerve ending. Sigh, heaven. . .truly heaven! I am so glad to know that you have someone special in your life. 
I am forever grateful for your friendship, encouragement and support 
