Myriads
Tzar of the TMF
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This was a warm up that I knocked out because the mood moved me. There is some tickling, so it's on topic, but mostly its a mood piece.
Hopefully folks enjoy.
Does this mean I'm starting to warm up agian to write in my World of When series? Perhaps... perhaps...
This is NOT a WoW tale, but here are some links to my earlier work for those who may be curious.
You can find chapters in my World of When Series here:
Click a number to see each of the earlier parts 1 to 13: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13.
Interlude 1
Enjoy!
Myriads
~~~~fade in
It had been getting late, and she had been sitting on the bed, reading a dog eared science fiction paperback before settling in for the night to rest, when he walked into her room.
As her apartment door had been locked this came as a bit of a surprise.
An even larger one was her sudden recognition that this was the man that she had been playfully flirting with earlier in the evening, while waiting in line for some fast food. The line had been long, and seemed to move at a glacial pace, as harried looking sixteen year olds tried to fill orders. The bus full of some high school’s sports team and fans had not helped. He’d been in front of her when she accidentally dropped her book, and bumped him, causing him to turn and look at who had poked his back with a head. A conversation started. Starting with making fun of the flock of cheerleaders who were ahead of them, and who seemed to have difficulty in choosing which numbered meal to pick. “Perhaps they can’t count” He offered. It was easy to talk to him.
She had enjoyed playing the coquet. Teasing him a bit. He’d had an easy smile, clever eyes, and she had really liked looking at his hands. They were small, but he moved them as he spoke with quite energy. She’d imagined them on her, tickling the right places. Stroking others. She imagined he liked to talk as he fucked. She fretted, wondering if he’d found her attractive. The banter had passed the dreary wait. Sadly she had chickened out on asking for a number. “Why didn’t I?” she had chided herself as she headed home with her already cooling dinner.
In the few seconds when these thoughts flashed through her mind, he crossed the room in several easy strides, and grasped her right wrist in a surprisingly strong hold. With a grin, he looked into her surprised eyes and said “You like to set fires, dear. This ones followed you home.” His head darted out, and planted a kiss upon her lips. His tongue was snake quick, brushing her lips as he pulled back.
She hit him in the side of the head with her book.
He laughed, and brushed the book out of her grasp with a flick of his free hand, and easily gained a hold on her left wrist also. Bearing back with his weight, he forced her down onto her back, and slowly forced her arms over her head. She fought back vigorously, trying to kick and bite him. But he turned to absorb the hits on his hip, and eluded her teeth. She yelled and screamed, knowing that given her apartments location no one would probably hear. As no one had ever come knocking after some of the loud nights she had enjoyed in the past months, she held little hope. She’d taken the place because she wouldn’t be drawing attention with noise from it. Now it worked against her.
She was still wearing what she’d worn out, a slightly oversized black T-shirt, and jeans. She’d kicked her sneakers off, but still wore her socks. She was unsure of how he had done it, but he now seemed to be holding her arms with one hand, and she felt her T being pulled up somehow. Soon he had yanked it up and over her head, turning it inside out. Worse, it wrapped about her arms and he somehow managed to firmly secure them together by holding the shirt tightly with his hand up there someway. His face had a slight flush to it from the exertion. He continued to share that easy grin as he looked down at her scowling face. She noticed that he smelled faintly of almonds. A good sent.
He lay next to her, on her right side, continuing to hold her arms firmly with his left hand. He hooked his right leg over her thighs and back about her legs, his heel resting behind her knees. and pulled them tightly to him, quelling her struggles with the hold, and his weight. She could feel that his cock was hard through the fabrics of their pants. It was nice to know she aroused him. There was opportunity there.
He spoke in that easy paced voice and tone that she had so liked in the line. “You kept watching my hands as we spoke.” He held one up in front of her face. She lunged up and tried to bite it. He laughed as he moved it out of her reach. “Were you thinking about what I might do with them?” Her flush was involuntary, and fast, but he noted it and chuckled. “Of course you did.”
Suddenly the hand darted away, and dipped into her open armpit. The tickling was spider light, but insistent. It moved in swirls and strokes. It traced the edge of her bra and then darted back to nest again in the hollow of her underarm. It strayed its way up her arm, stroking the bicep, and swung back down. It made her laugh. And because it didn’t stop, it kept her laughing. Slowly wearing through her natural resolve. Worse it turned her on. And as her arousal rose, so did her response to the touch. She struggled as hard as she could to get away, but to no success. The hand explored her ribs in zigzags, reached her jeans waistband and traced it, and swirled up to her stomach. He whispered into her ear. “So ticklish!” “Sooo ticklish” as he played upon her body.
It probably had lasted less then ten minutes, But it seemed like much longer. She knew she was a flushed and sweaty sight. She worked to get her breath back. He brushed her hair out of her eyes. She didn’t try to bite him that time.
The struggle had made a horrid mess of the bed. The blankets and sheets were all about. With one of those dexterous hands, he grabbed a sheet, pulled it free, and twirled it rapidly with a circular motion from his wrist. It quickly coiled itself into a poor mans rope. He used it about her wrists, linking them together more securely then the T had, and then off to the corner bed post.
“There, that frees up things a bit.” He commented as he stretched his arms out and stood, paced a touch to loosen his legs. He took her glasses from the bedside table where he had placed them earlier when he’d first pinned her, and moved them across the room. “Can’t be too safe” he mumbled.
Upon returning to the bed, he set to work getting her jeans off. Though she fought, it was not that hard a task with her arms out of the battle. He plucked the socks off her feet almost as an after thought, once he’d finished pulling the pants from her legs. Her bra proved to be no major issue either. His right hand darted under her, and deftly unclasped it one handed. He pulled it over her head to join the tangled T-shirt and bed sheet. She blushed at being unwrapped like a Christmas gift, but enjoyed the fact that he seemed to study and enjoy each bit of her he revealed, as he did his self service strip tease of her.
He softly ran a finger along the elastic that topped the black panties she had on. She flinched and tittered softly. “I’ll leave these on for now” he said. “You look quite fetching in just them, and they contrast nicely with your otherwise nudeness.” He continued, “Naked is nice, but this looks speaks of being taken advantage of to me, like those old detective magazines.” He pulled his own shirt off over his head and tossed it to the floor, where it was soon joined by his sneakers, socks and jeans. He was wearing boxers, and was still clearly excited.
He suddenly grasped her at the hips, pulled her body down the bed, taught, and swung himself over her, so he was kneeling astride her waist. His weight settled not unpleasantly onto her pelvis. His ass felt nicely warm and firm. She could feel his toes on the backs of her thighs. She wiggled herself against him, for the pleasure of the friction she could find. It was not much, but what she managed felt very nice. He made himself comfortable, and then leaned forward, and grasped her head with both his hands, and moved in close to whisper to her.
“Be kissed, deeply, passionately, or be tickled. Choose.” he offered.
“Tickled you motherfucker” she snapped.
“So be it.” he grinned.
It was a night that she would long remember...
Hopefully folks enjoy.
Does this mean I'm starting to warm up agian to write in my World of When series? Perhaps... perhaps...
This is NOT a WoW tale, but here are some links to my earlier work for those who may be curious.
You can find chapters in my World of When Series here:
Click a number to see each of the earlier parts 1 to 13: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13.
Interlude 1
Enjoy!
Myriads
~~~~fade in
It had been getting late, and she had been sitting on the bed, reading a dog eared science fiction paperback before settling in for the night to rest, when he walked into her room.
As her apartment door had been locked this came as a bit of a surprise.
An even larger one was her sudden recognition that this was the man that she had been playfully flirting with earlier in the evening, while waiting in line for some fast food. The line had been long, and seemed to move at a glacial pace, as harried looking sixteen year olds tried to fill orders. The bus full of some high school’s sports team and fans had not helped. He’d been in front of her when she accidentally dropped her book, and bumped him, causing him to turn and look at who had poked his back with a head. A conversation started. Starting with making fun of the flock of cheerleaders who were ahead of them, and who seemed to have difficulty in choosing which numbered meal to pick. “Perhaps they can’t count” He offered. It was easy to talk to him.
She had enjoyed playing the coquet. Teasing him a bit. He’d had an easy smile, clever eyes, and she had really liked looking at his hands. They were small, but he moved them as he spoke with quite energy. She’d imagined them on her, tickling the right places. Stroking others. She imagined he liked to talk as he fucked. She fretted, wondering if he’d found her attractive. The banter had passed the dreary wait. Sadly she had chickened out on asking for a number. “Why didn’t I?” she had chided herself as she headed home with her already cooling dinner.
In the few seconds when these thoughts flashed through her mind, he crossed the room in several easy strides, and grasped her right wrist in a surprisingly strong hold. With a grin, he looked into her surprised eyes and said “You like to set fires, dear. This ones followed you home.” His head darted out, and planted a kiss upon her lips. His tongue was snake quick, brushing her lips as he pulled back.
She hit him in the side of the head with her book.
He laughed, and brushed the book out of her grasp with a flick of his free hand, and easily gained a hold on her left wrist also. Bearing back with his weight, he forced her down onto her back, and slowly forced her arms over her head. She fought back vigorously, trying to kick and bite him. But he turned to absorb the hits on his hip, and eluded her teeth. She yelled and screamed, knowing that given her apartments location no one would probably hear. As no one had ever come knocking after some of the loud nights she had enjoyed in the past months, she held little hope. She’d taken the place because she wouldn’t be drawing attention with noise from it. Now it worked against her.
She was still wearing what she’d worn out, a slightly oversized black T-shirt, and jeans. She’d kicked her sneakers off, but still wore her socks. She was unsure of how he had done it, but he now seemed to be holding her arms with one hand, and she felt her T being pulled up somehow. Soon he had yanked it up and over her head, turning it inside out. Worse, it wrapped about her arms and he somehow managed to firmly secure them together by holding the shirt tightly with his hand up there someway. His face had a slight flush to it from the exertion. He continued to share that easy grin as he looked down at her scowling face. She noticed that he smelled faintly of almonds. A good sent.
He lay next to her, on her right side, continuing to hold her arms firmly with his left hand. He hooked his right leg over her thighs and back about her legs, his heel resting behind her knees. and pulled them tightly to him, quelling her struggles with the hold, and his weight. She could feel that his cock was hard through the fabrics of their pants. It was nice to know she aroused him. There was opportunity there.
He spoke in that easy paced voice and tone that she had so liked in the line. “You kept watching my hands as we spoke.” He held one up in front of her face. She lunged up and tried to bite it. He laughed as he moved it out of her reach. “Were you thinking about what I might do with them?” Her flush was involuntary, and fast, but he noted it and chuckled. “Of course you did.”
Suddenly the hand darted away, and dipped into her open armpit. The tickling was spider light, but insistent. It moved in swirls and strokes. It traced the edge of her bra and then darted back to nest again in the hollow of her underarm. It strayed its way up her arm, stroking the bicep, and swung back down. It made her laugh. And because it didn’t stop, it kept her laughing. Slowly wearing through her natural resolve. Worse it turned her on. And as her arousal rose, so did her response to the touch. She struggled as hard as she could to get away, but to no success. The hand explored her ribs in zigzags, reached her jeans waistband and traced it, and swirled up to her stomach. He whispered into her ear. “So ticklish!” “Sooo ticklish” as he played upon her body.
It probably had lasted less then ten minutes, But it seemed like much longer. She knew she was a flushed and sweaty sight. She worked to get her breath back. He brushed her hair out of her eyes. She didn’t try to bite him that time.
The struggle had made a horrid mess of the bed. The blankets and sheets were all about. With one of those dexterous hands, he grabbed a sheet, pulled it free, and twirled it rapidly with a circular motion from his wrist. It quickly coiled itself into a poor mans rope. He used it about her wrists, linking them together more securely then the T had, and then off to the corner bed post.
“There, that frees up things a bit.” He commented as he stretched his arms out and stood, paced a touch to loosen his legs. He took her glasses from the bedside table where he had placed them earlier when he’d first pinned her, and moved them across the room. “Can’t be too safe” he mumbled.
Upon returning to the bed, he set to work getting her jeans off. Though she fought, it was not that hard a task with her arms out of the battle. He plucked the socks off her feet almost as an after thought, once he’d finished pulling the pants from her legs. Her bra proved to be no major issue either. His right hand darted under her, and deftly unclasped it one handed. He pulled it over her head to join the tangled T-shirt and bed sheet. She blushed at being unwrapped like a Christmas gift, but enjoyed the fact that he seemed to study and enjoy each bit of her he revealed, as he did his self service strip tease of her.
He softly ran a finger along the elastic that topped the black panties she had on. She flinched and tittered softly. “I’ll leave these on for now” he said. “You look quite fetching in just them, and they contrast nicely with your otherwise nudeness.” He continued, “Naked is nice, but this looks speaks of being taken advantage of to me, like those old detective magazines.” He pulled his own shirt off over his head and tossed it to the floor, where it was soon joined by his sneakers, socks and jeans. He was wearing boxers, and was still clearly excited.
He suddenly grasped her at the hips, pulled her body down the bed, taught, and swung himself over her, so he was kneeling astride her waist. His weight settled not unpleasantly onto her pelvis. His ass felt nicely warm and firm. She could feel his toes on the backs of her thighs. She wiggled herself against him, for the pleasure of the friction she could find. It was not much, but what she managed felt very nice. He made himself comfortable, and then leaned forward, and grasped her head with both his hands, and moved in close to whisper to her.
“Be kissed, deeply, passionately, or be tickled. Choose.” he offered.
“Tickled you motherfucker” she snapped.
“So be it.” he grinned.
It was a night that she would long remember...