EvilDragon
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"You sure you're ready?" Dixon asked sincerely. He knew that Angel was new to what he had planned for her. In one word, she assured him of her curiosity.
**** "Yes."
**** Spoken softly, but with no trace of uneasiness. For not only was Angel ready, she was eager. The two had fallen in love at the snap of a twig, and had months upon months of anticipation built up prior to being in each other's presence. Dixon had shared his most intimate fantasies with her, and foreign as they were, she loved him with a fire that easily burned through any reservations she may have had. He had her whole heart, and she had his. He had been waiting for this very moment for what felt like a lifetime.
**** Angel turned and put her back against the arm of Dixon's exotic loveseat, placing her socked feet on his lap. Instantly she felt his manhood grow, which only enhanced her level of willingness. Dixon removed her socks and marveled at the sight before him. He'd seen pictures of Angel's feet, but he wasn't quite prepared for the effect reality would have on him. Her toes were painted a soft pink, accented by playful sparkles. Angel smiled at her man as he stared, wiggling her shimmering toes to further entice him. They'd been smoking weed, and Angel suddenly became fully aware of her heightened degree of ticklishness. She knew of Dixon's fetish for tickling just as she knew of his foot fetish, and her heart raced at the thought that she would soon be tickled. It had been ages...she wasn't sure of how she would react.
**** Dixon leaned forward and laid gentle kisses on both of Angel's feet, bringing a smile to her face and a tingle to her pussy. Reaching under the loveseat, he retrieved a small jewelry box. From it, he produced a jet black feather, upon which seeing sent a slight chill down Angel's spine. She was fully aware of how ticklish she was, Dixon only knew as much as she could tell him. Still, doubt was cast aside. She was ready.
**** Dixon's heart was racing a million beat per minute. He glanced at Angel & that was all it took to tell him to begin. He dragged the feather up her tender right sole, from her heel to the tip of her big toe. Angel bit her lip, it tickled just as much as she thought it would. Sweeping the feather back down, Dixon smiled as he watched her reaction. Up & down he gently ran the feather until her slight squirms were accented by giggles and squeals. Angel knew she wouldn't be able to keep her feet in place for long. He had just gotten started & she was already lost in her ticklishness. After a mere minute or two she pulled her foot away, rubbing out the ticklish sensations on the cushion of the loveseat.
**** "You ok?" Dixon asked with a wide grin & a long dick.
**** "I'm sorry, I'm just...really ticklish..." Angel replied softly. "Maybe if you did what you were telling me about...?"
**** Dixon knew just what was on her mind. She felt she needed to be a bit restrained, in order to give her man the pleasure he desired.
**** From the same box the feather was pulled, came two sets of fur-lined handcuffs. Without a word, Angel allowed her ankles to be cuffed to the arm of the loveseat, leaving her unable to pull her feet away. Angel found herself smiling, and strangely aroused. She watched as Dixon applied the ticklish feather to her sensitive toes, standing no chance against the river of giggles that flowed from her. Dixon guided the feather along every bit of her toes, even slipping it between them, which peaked Angel's laughter every time.
**** Dixon was more turned on than he could ever imagine, now focusing his ticklish attack on Angel's soft soles. Her hands were between her legs, and it was obvious that she'd begun playing with herself. Her laughter was constant but not breathless, her body rocking slightly before laying back & succombing to her ticklishness.
**** Dixon continued to feather Angel's flawless feet, his feather now caressing the tops of her toes & feet, a suprising yet extremely ticklish area. After a minute or so Angel's schoolgirl laughter became blended with intense moans, as she pleasured herself while Dixon tickled her feet softly, yet effeciently. In a moments time she exploded into a building-breaking orgasm, a loud cry the verbalization of her immense pleasure.
**** Immediately she realized she was a lot more ticklish than before she'd came. Her laughter increased in both pitch and volume as Dixon traced her toes with the maddening feather. He was ready to give her what she was waiting for, and he knew she was ready as well. After a few more precise strokes, he laid the feather down and began to suck her toes, simultaneously unlocking the cuffs restraining her feet.
**** He kissed up her legs to her inner thigh, where his tongue came into play. Her ticklish ordeal had her sensitivity on full, and she squealed into giggles as Dixon licked all around her pussy. Her hands shot to his head as he licked inward to her clit, circling around it quickly before flicking his tongue across it. It only took seconds for Angel to have her second orgasm. She was ready for dick, and voiced her opinion. Dixon however, wasn't quite finished with her. Straddling her waist, he held her hands back behind her head with one hand and with his free hand raised her shirt up above her breasts.
**** He reached behind her.and unstrapped her bra. He then once again took posession of the feather. Angel burst into giggles as the feather made contact with her skin, just below her breasts. Dixon smiled & drew shaped with the feather on her belly & rib area. He then took his adventure to her breasts, first the undersides then the sides, both of which proved to be highly sensitive.
**** Dixon could take no more, and after a few minutes he eagerly entered her. He pumped fast and hard, intent on giving Angel one more before he got his. Feeling her walls clench, he knew it was coming soon. Angel screamed and her body fell limp. Dixon raised her legs over his shoulders, positioning her feet on his chest and using one hand to tickle her toes. She giggled erotically, and Dixon exploded into her, breathing deeply & raspy as he reached his climax.
**** A few minutes of rest & Dixon carried Angel into the bedroom. He laid her down & removed her clothes before laying next to her. Holding her close, he kissed her and whispered a goodnight to his sleeping lover.
**** "Yes."
**** Spoken softly, but with no trace of uneasiness. For not only was Angel ready, she was eager. The two had fallen in love at the snap of a twig, and had months upon months of anticipation built up prior to being in each other's presence. Dixon had shared his most intimate fantasies with her, and foreign as they were, she loved him with a fire that easily burned through any reservations she may have had. He had her whole heart, and she had his. He had been waiting for this very moment for what felt like a lifetime.
**** Angel turned and put her back against the arm of Dixon's exotic loveseat, placing her socked feet on his lap. Instantly she felt his manhood grow, which only enhanced her level of willingness. Dixon removed her socks and marveled at the sight before him. He'd seen pictures of Angel's feet, but he wasn't quite prepared for the effect reality would have on him. Her toes were painted a soft pink, accented by playful sparkles. Angel smiled at her man as he stared, wiggling her shimmering toes to further entice him. They'd been smoking weed, and Angel suddenly became fully aware of her heightened degree of ticklishness. She knew of Dixon's fetish for tickling just as she knew of his foot fetish, and her heart raced at the thought that she would soon be tickled. It had been ages...she wasn't sure of how she would react.
**** Dixon leaned forward and laid gentle kisses on both of Angel's feet, bringing a smile to her face and a tingle to her pussy. Reaching under the loveseat, he retrieved a small jewelry box. From it, he produced a jet black feather, upon which seeing sent a slight chill down Angel's spine. She was fully aware of how ticklish she was, Dixon only knew as much as she could tell him. Still, doubt was cast aside. She was ready.
**** Dixon's heart was racing a million beat per minute. He glanced at Angel & that was all it took to tell him to begin. He dragged the feather up her tender right sole, from her heel to the tip of her big toe. Angel bit her lip, it tickled just as much as she thought it would. Sweeping the feather back down, Dixon smiled as he watched her reaction. Up & down he gently ran the feather until her slight squirms were accented by giggles and squeals. Angel knew she wouldn't be able to keep her feet in place for long. He had just gotten started & she was already lost in her ticklishness. After a mere minute or two she pulled her foot away, rubbing out the ticklish sensations on the cushion of the loveseat.
**** "You ok?" Dixon asked with a wide grin & a long dick.
**** "I'm sorry, I'm just...really ticklish..." Angel replied softly. "Maybe if you did what you were telling me about...?"
**** Dixon knew just what was on her mind. She felt she needed to be a bit restrained, in order to give her man the pleasure he desired.
**** From the same box the feather was pulled, came two sets of fur-lined handcuffs. Without a word, Angel allowed her ankles to be cuffed to the arm of the loveseat, leaving her unable to pull her feet away. Angel found herself smiling, and strangely aroused. She watched as Dixon applied the ticklish feather to her sensitive toes, standing no chance against the river of giggles that flowed from her. Dixon guided the feather along every bit of her toes, even slipping it between them, which peaked Angel's laughter every time.
**** Dixon was more turned on than he could ever imagine, now focusing his ticklish attack on Angel's soft soles. Her hands were between her legs, and it was obvious that she'd begun playing with herself. Her laughter was constant but not breathless, her body rocking slightly before laying back & succombing to her ticklishness.
**** Dixon continued to feather Angel's flawless feet, his feather now caressing the tops of her toes & feet, a suprising yet extremely ticklish area. After a minute or so Angel's schoolgirl laughter became blended with intense moans, as she pleasured herself while Dixon tickled her feet softly, yet effeciently. In a moments time she exploded into a building-breaking orgasm, a loud cry the verbalization of her immense pleasure.
**** Immediately she realized she was a lot more ticklish than before she'd came. Her laughter increased in both pitch and volume as Dixon traced her toes with the maddening feather. He was ready to give her what she was waiting for, and he knew she was ready as well. After a few more precise strokes, he laid the feather down and began to suck her toes, simultaneously unlocking the cuffs restraining her feet.
**** He kissed up her legs to her inner thigh, where his tongue came into play. Her ticklish ordeal had her sensitivity on full, and she squealed into giggles as Dixon licked all around her pussy. Her hands shot to his head as he licked inward to her clit, circling around it quickly before flicking his tongue across it. It only took seconds for Angel to have her second orgasm. She was ready for dick, and voiced her opinion. Dixon however, wasn't quite finished with her. Straddling her waist, he held her hands back behind her head with one hand and with his free hand raised her shirt up above her breasts.
**** He reached behind her.and unstrapped her bra. He then once again took posession of the feather. Angel burst into giggles as the feather made contact with her skin, just below her breasts. Dixon smiled & drew shaped with the feather on her belly & rib area. He then took his adventure to her breasts, first the undersides then the sides, both of which proved to be highly sensitive.
**** Dixon could take no more, and after a few minutes he eagerly entered her. He pumped fast and hard, intent on giving Angel one more before he got his. Feeling her walls clench, he knew it was coming soon. Angel screamed and her body fell limp. Dixon raised her legs over his shoulders, positioning her feet on his chest and using one hand to tickle her toes. She giggled erotically, and Dixon exploded into her, breathing deeply & raspy as he reached his climax.
**** A few minutes of rest & Dixon carried Angel into the bedroom. He laid her down & removed her clothes before laying next to her. Holding her close, he kissed her and whispered a goodnight to his sleeping lover.
