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The Evenings Plan – a sequel to morning love F/M - adult scenes

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The Evening's Plan – a sequel to morning love f/m

At my kitchen table drinking my mornings coffee I was still all aglow of how the day began, over and over again it played so vividly in my head. The blissful awakening to my lovers erotic touch, the feather, the tongue, the teasing, a way to start a day like no other. I was feeling vital and loved. After our amazing morning love session my sweetheart euphorically removed himself from the bed to get ready for work. How I was thinking, planning on returning the erotic love to him. My mind went into planning overdrive. How I loved this game we shared, the playfulness, the richness of our love.

The hours passed and I was satisfied with what I had come up with. Loves trap, a play trap, oh how I giggled and shivered to myself. Now I was just waiting for my man to return, to walk in that door to the adventure that awaits him. Everything down to the last detail was in place.

It was coming onto 6pm, my heart and libido were racing, finally the door opens, he walks in and tenderly kisses me hello. I went through all the usual conversation on how his day was, when suddenly he raised an eyebrow and then a sly smile washes over his face as he spies the trail of little feathers running up the staircase. Without another exchange of words I take his hand and lead him up the trail, he does nothing to fight me.

We step into the bedroom and he looks at me with love in his eyes, I slowly and methodically undress him, sensually touching his skin lightly as I go, I can feel the shivers, the warmth, the anticipation. The anticipation is apparent as I remove his pants and briefs; this in turn makes my juices run, as if they had not been running all day with the night playing out in my head. I lead him gently by the hand to the bathroom; waiting for him was a warm bubble bath, scented candles, wine, lights dimmed. I escorted him into the tub, put my finger to his mouth as to not utter a word; while he watched I sensually undressed myself and slithered into the tub behind him. Slowly I started butterfly kissing his neck, his body melting into mine, he let out a little chuckle as I reached his ear; I always treasured this sensitive man of mine. I spent a few minutes just kissing and caressing this beautiful area knowing that it will heat him up. Lovingly over the next several minutes I take a sponge and without missing an inch wash over his amazing skin, purposely skimming around his groin, making him wait. It was evident how much he wanted attention but he never said a word, letting me lovingly explore, touch, caress all his parts. Finally I took hold of him, I heard a sigh, felt him twitch immediately, with an ever so light touch I washed tenderly, teasingly, knowing he would welcome release then and there; he knew there was a better prize for holding off. As I escorted him out of the tub I turned, placing a blazing hot kiss on his lips, drinking him in, feeling our tongues touch. I toweled him off with all the lightness and sensitivity I could muster, never touching with anything but a teasing touch.

He follows me like a man possessed; I can feel his eyes glance over my form, waiting for the prize. Pushing him down slowly onto the bed I made him lie back, lifting his arm as I kissed my way from elbow to hand, without hesitation I put the cuff on his wrist, looking at him, the want in his face, the trust and love. In moments I had him bound, spread eagle at my mercy, waiting for the play, the game, the tease. Lying down besides him I trace around the contours of his body, barely touching a hair; elevated above each muscle, and with each pass a twitch, a smile, a hunger. I want him to hunger, hunger that takes loves journey to satisfy. Turning, my hand out of his site I grab a huge billowy feather from my table, when he just eyes this a laugh escapes, he knows what the game is. With long sweeping strokes I caress him from end to end with the feather, seeing the goosebumps forming, the curl of his lips, his manhood standing ever more to attention. I swirl and flutter, arms, legs, toes, nothing left out of the touch, his body is wiggling, he laughs but never complains. I love his body, the way it reacts, the laughter. I could stop right here and just impale myself on him, taking him, every ounce of him, but not yet.

I drop the feather and plant myself on his abdomen right above his golden rod, my back facing him, obstructing his view. Going forward I cover his lower half with my body being the blanket, hard as can be under me. I start nibbling at his toes, a moan and a laugh escape his lips, he is quivering. I bite lightly with my teeth on the balls of his feet, this make him go ballistic and he starts laughing in earnest, words escape his mouth “please baby, no more, I need you, too much” and he continues to laugh. I scrape my nails up and down the sensitivity of his amazing feet, moving up to circle his ankles, he legs shake, his body shakes, his manhood continues to blaze. In his laughter I wonder if he can see loves dew on my mound, ready and aching for him. I start slivering up his calves, taking time to play in the hollows behind his knees, oh my sensitive wonderful man. Loves playful journey continues up his legs until I am just below his groin, by now his is begging me, begging me for the prize, he is ready to burst at the seams.

Now it is time to start the final scene, to bring this play to its rightful crescendo. I retrieve a fine feather, start twirling around his now waiting balls and rock hard rod, after the feather I follow with gentle nips of my teeth, he is somewhere between mumbling, laughing and begging, teasing like this brings me joy, brings me to the edge, making me thrust for him, for the finale. I turn; look him in the eyes, knowing, me knowing, him knowing, the love, the want, the desire. Slowly I lift myself and bring myself down on his waiting staff, the sword that cuts through my body. I make love to him with as much passion as I could ever remember, my heart filled as much as my body, kissing him we rise to the end together, reach the cliff and relish in the joy. Loves journey, the nights plan. We melt and form into molten lava, mold into one body, one love. Trust, love and soul end our night, we spoon and fall into a heavenly sleep.:zzzzz:
 
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A Very Ticklish Man

Spicey,

That was a wonderful story. Thank you!

MrTicklee
 
Very hot, love the stories of couples that take turns. Thanks for sharing
 
Very hot, love the stories of couples that take turns. Thanks for sharing



thank you, they are the most fun to write...


thanks to all for the compliments, I think this week I have to get started again so I can add more fuel to the forum! Just like Monsters Inc. Laughter is the fuel for all of us. I just like to add spice to the laughs
 
Spicey, that was a fantastic great story, very tender, very romantic and very sensual and erotic. Mmmm loved it, it a wonderful masterpiece of tickle erotica...so thanks for sharing it, love this story, very sexy and very erotic. Thanks:bouncybou:bouncybou:bouncybou
 
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