Many times they don’t say a word. Their love is a very special kind of love … no pressure to perform or to please. They share the same feelings. They share the same passions. They share the same love of tickling.
They sat on the sofa together in their living room. Their three kittens provided a quiet melody. The windows were open letting the cool summer breeze in. The sun was shining with not a cloud in the sky. He sat with his legs up as she rested her back on his chest. Their fingers caressed one another with a quiet and passionate love.
Without a word, she got up and gave him a kiss. Moments later, he heard the shower running. His smile stretched wide simply because he was lost in the moment. They would do anything to please each other.
In the back of his mind, he heard the shower stop. He paid no attention as he was still taking in the sunshine and feeling the cool air. He felt something land on his shoulder. She was trying to get his attention ... it worked.
She cleared her throat to give him a hint as to where she was (as if he really needed one). As he walked into the bedroom, the love of his life sprawled out spread eagle on their bed with all covering thrown to the floor. Her frame is purely priceless. As he gazed from the bottom of her feet up the shape of her legs and her behind to the small of her back, he began to lose his breath. He felt himself grow when he spied her eye winking with arms above her head and the hint of her breast peeking out of one side.
By this time, his pants and shorts fell down at his ankles and his bare chest began heaving huge sighs as he was quite aware of what was coming. He kneeled on the bed at her side and began kissing her neck, hearing moans of pleasure mixed with giggles.
There were “pleasure tools” found in their dresser drawer. His lips moved down one arm while he pulled the Velcro straps from under their bedframe. First one arm, then then next. His tongue danced across her toes while strapping her feet down, her responses varying from moans to full on guffaws.
He felt absolutely weak inside just thinking about what was about to happen … not just the flutters inside my skin. The anticipation was much more. There was a matchless smell in the air. There was a stout sense of imminent intensity that wouldn’t compare to any other night.
His fingers slid across the small of her back, drawing very close circles in different directions. She tried to stifle the giggle, though she simply was unable to resist the urge to laugh. His nails fingers slow moved as the circles extended to reach to her ribs. The giggles turned into deep guffaws mixed with a muffled “oh god”. He stroked one side, then the other. The intensity of his touch never went past the light tender slide that she felt in the beginning. The only way to describe her was simply so ticklish. He desired her to feel pure joy and laughter, then much more.
You could hear soft sensuous giggles mixed with some seductive moans that sent him over the edge emotionally. He positioned himself between her legs and began to dance up and down both feet at the same time. “Oh, that is SO wrong”, she tells me while laughing even harder. He knew her so well … aware that ticklish sensations lead her to even greater gratification. There was less laughter … for the moment. There are more moans and declarations of her love for him.
Dancing fingers slid up the center of her back and up towards her shoulders. She told him how nice it felt. She started giggling once again, realizing he was tickling her neck. The sensations turned from “very nice” to “truly unbearable” as her neck was insanely sensitive.
Knowing her, he didn’t stay there for very long. His hands lightly rubbed around her shoulders to relax her. There is a sigh of relief. Then, his fingers landed in the hollows of her underarms. Suddenly, silent shaking replaced the sighs of reprieve. Five fingers slid and danced merrily around one armpit. Five other fingers move inside the other. Seconds turned into minutes. For her, minutes felt like hours, but she loved every moment. He slid fingers down both sides of her body, grazing the sides of your breasts and sides until he arrived at her hips. It was time for a reprieve and a moment to catch her breath.
I moved to the end of the bed and knelt between her legs. His touch was stronger than before, though still light and tender. Both hands stroked up and down one leg then the other. He began at one hip and slid methodically down her thigh to the back of her knee. Each pass returning to her hip brought with it a much lighter touch. Each lighter touch returned more and louder laughter. As his touch lightened, the speed of rotation slowed dramatically. Finally, it felt as if he wiggled fingers while his hands remained frozen in time.
Her laughter sounded melodically sweet as it built in intensity. She craved the feeling of tickling. Soon, both hands slid up and down both legs at the same time. His hands slid ever closer and closer toward the center of her womanhood. Your sensitivity has been building for quite some time, as the sultry side of your laughter begins to show. Full guffaws mix with moans and requests for more. As much as he wanted to please her, he wouldn’t oblige this time. He knew the tables would turn and her revenge would wreak havoc on his incredibly aroused physique.
His fingers crisscrossed between her inner thighs and behind. While he tickled, he realized that he didn’t hear the laughter heard earlier. Now replaced with deep breaths, he noticed her movements in sync with the music of her body. He kissed and licked her thighs while his fingers returned to her sides and dance around as they did in the past. You begin to giggle once more, until his lips arrived at the tip of her womanhood.
He placed a small, thin vibrator at the tip of her thigh, barely touching her clit. As she moved with the tickling, the vibrations teased and taunted until the tip of the vibrator brushed across her vulva. She was a mix of emotions. She laughed. She moaned. She screamed. She wanted more. His tongue licked lightly and touched deeper. His fingers tickled. This cycle goes on for what seems an eternity. Your body is a fever pitch. Her nerve endings were beyond excited. At that point, the cruelty of fate stepped in. She lay there beautiful and breathless. He kissed her and whispered in her ear, “It’s your turn”.
She took time to go back into the bathroom and retrieve powder and scented lotions. They lay at the edge of the bed alongside an assortment of feathers, propelled toothbrushes and the vibrator. There was a look of alluring vengeance in her eyes. He waited by the side of the bed … awaiting her instructions. His heart began to race for she was good at delivering payback. And, though he loved her payback, he would soon fear that he played her body “too well”.
He took her body on a physical and emotional journey thru highs and lows, never losing touch with her and building the sensual levels to as close to the point of overload as possible. This fact was not lost on her, which is why she desires to please him like no other night as well as make him pay for denying her the ultimate flight. Her mind still racing and skin tingling, she pushed him to the bed and told him to face down.
She lay on top of him with a blindfold. She whispered that he was to remain absolutely still. Every time he moved any part of his frame, she would begin the attack from the very beginning. He was prepared for the Velcro straps to restrict his movements, but she pushed them off the bed. Her tongue tickled his ear while a lone finger slid across the back of his neck. His neck drove him absolutely insane. As he jumped, she reminded him of the consequence of his actions.
A sensual whisper touched his ear … “What did I tell you?” She sat up and straddled his hips, already warm and wet from the earlier onslaught. A feather lightly touched the same ear that received the message. Dropping that feather, ten fingers danced across the back of his neck. He felt an electric shock and began laughing uncontrollably from the start of his attack. There would be moving as his body shook from deep laughter.
She gave him a second to gather his emotions, then she slid her tongue in between his toes. He started to laugh a little, though he knew there was more to come. She slid her fingers up and down the side of that foot. Then, she began sliding her other hand up and down the top of his other foot. Occasionally, she bent the toes back with her mouth and danced along the sole and sides of that foot while her tongue is still in between the toes. His giggles turned into outright laughter. Mindful of her earlier taunts, he just decided that he didn’t care any longer. Although he couldn’t stand the lack of control, he loved the exhilaration tingling through his skin. She heard “oh, my goodness” mixed in with laughter. He loved what I felt. I wanted more of it.
She placed the vibrator at the side of his manhood. The vibrations took him by complete surprise … he didn’t know what to think. Suddenly, the sound of the toothbrush running sent shivers through his body. When the bristles touched his head, he screamed with laughter. That’s when he felt dancing fingernails sliding along the back of his knees. Already aroused by everything else, he felt himself starting to explode. Her timing couldn’t have been crueler.
Exhausted and undone, he is commanded to turn onto his back. His arms above his head and legs spread wide exposing every inch of skin. She simply said, “Remember”. Her tongue slid through the hollow of his armpit and down his side. He could only laugh and try not to move. Her tongue reached the tip of his penis. By this time, he is more ticklish than stimulated … so much that there are no moans. There is only laughter.
She began sliding up and down on his penis while tickling his knees. While her “tickling touch” is rough, my skin is prone to a lighter side. She moved one hand from a tickled kneecap to his stomach and back again. For some unknown reason, he decided to put himself in further ticklish peril. She heard him say, “I’m just not that impressed”. All movement stopped … dancing fingers frozen in time.
She straddled and lowered herself slowly onto his shaft. Before he felt himself inside her, she rubbed her fingers across his already stimulated head then rubbed him across her. His eyes closed, he laughed uncontrollably until he was inside. She continued to slide up and down on him, tickling his kneecaps. As she thrust herself she wiggled her fingers along the sides of his hips. He returned to the state of silent laughter, tears streaming down his face.
She felt herself seconds from imploding. She moved her hands to his pelvis sliding one finger up and down the skin, driving him insane. The thrusting only increased the ticklishness. Though he was ready to explode himself, there were no moans to be heard … only howls of laughter.
She could no longer save herself and began to move quickly up and down on him. His skin, already electrified, began to tingle more. He pulsed his seed into her as she continued to move quickly … faster and faster. He howled with laughter as she felt herself go over the brink. She rested herself on him, continuing to lightly slide her fingers along the sides of his hips. She tightened her buttocks which caused her vulva to squeeze his frame tighter. He cackled and tittered, beginning to come down off of this love high. That was until he felt one hand dancing across a kneecap and the other fingers wiggling in his inner thigh. He stared dumbfounded at her while the sensuous whisper broke the air of silence … “Remember. What did I tell you?” She was ready to revisit her vengeance. He was obliged to receive it.
They sat on the sofa together in their living room. Their three kittens provided a quiet melody. The windows were open letting the cool summer breeze in. The sun was shining with not a cloud in the sky. He sat with his legs up as she rested her back on his chest. Their fingers caressed one another with a quiet and passionate love.
Without a word, she got up and gave him a kiss. Moments later, he heard the shower running. His smile stretched wide simply because he was lost in the moment. They would do anything to please each other.
In the back of his mind, he heard the shower stop. He paid no attention as he was still taking in the sunshine and feeling the cool air. He felt something land on his shoulder. She was trying to get his attention ... it worked.
She cleared her throat to give him a hint as to where she was (as if he really needed one). As he walked into the bedroom, the love of his life sprawled out spread eagle on their bed with all covering thrown to the floor. Her frame is purely priceless. As he gazed from the bottom of her feet up the shape of her legs and her behind to the small of her back, he began to lose his breath. He felt himself grow when he spied her eye winking with arms above her head and the hint of her breast peeking out of one side.
By this time, his pants and shorts fell down at his ankles and his bare chest began heaving huge sighs as he was quite aware of what was coming. He kneeled on the bed at her side and began kissing her neck, hearing moans of pleasure mixed with giggles.
There were “pleasure tools” found in their dresser drawer. His lips moved down one arm while he pulled the Velcro straps from under their bedframe. First one arm, then then next. His tongue danced across her toes while strapping her feet down, her responses varying from moans to full on guffaws.
He felt absolutely weak inside just thinking about what was about to happen … not just the flutters inside my skin. The anticipation was much more. There was a matchless smell in the air. There was a stout sense of imminent intensity that wouldn’t compare to any other night.
His fingers slid across the small of her back, drawing very close circles in different directions. She tried to stifle the giggle, though she simply was unable to resist the urge to laugh. His nails fingers slow moved as the circles extended to reach to her ribs. The giggles turned into deep guffaws mixed with a muffled “oh god”. He stroked one side, then the other. The intensity of his touch never went past the light tender slide that she felt in the beginning. The only way to describe her was simply so ticklish. He desired her to feel pure joy and laughter, then much more.
You could hear soft sensuous giggles mixed with some seductive moans that sent him over the edge emotionally. He positioned himself between her legs and began to dance up and down both feet at the same time. “Oh, that is SO wrong”, she tells me while laughing even harder. He knew her so well … aware that ticklish sensations lead her to even greater gratification. There was less laughter … for the moment. There are more moans and declarations of her love for him.
Dancing fingers slid up the center of her back and up towards her shoulders. She told him how nice it felt. She started giggling once again, realizing he was tickling her neck. The sensations turned from “very nice” to “truly unbearable” as her neck was insanely sensitive.
Knowing her, he didn’t stay there for very long. His hands lightly rubbed around her shoulders to relax her. There is a sigh of relief. Then, his fingers landed in the hollows of her underarms. Suddenly, silent shaking replaced the sighs of reprieve. Five fingers slid and danced merrily around one armpit. Five other fingers move inside the other. Seconds turned into minutes. For her, minutes felt like hours, but she loved every moment. He slid fingers down both sides of her body, grazing the sides of your breasts and sides until he arrived at her hips. It was time for a reprieve and a moment to catch her breath.
I moved to the end of the bed and knelt between her legs. His touch was stronger than before, though still light and tender. Both hands stroked up and down one leg then the other. He began at one hip and slid methodically down her thigh to the back of her knee. Each pass returning to her hip brought with it a much lighter touch. Each lighter touch returned more and louder laughter. As his touch lightened, the speed of rotation slowed dramatically. Finally, it felt as if he wiggled fingers while his hands remained frozen in time.
Her laughter sounded melodically sweet as it built in intensity. She craved the feeling of tickling. Soon, both hands slid up and down both legs at the same time. His hands slid ever closer and closer toward the center of her womanhood. Your sensitivity has been building for quite some time, as the sultry side of your laughter begins to show. Full guffaws mix with moans and requests for more. As much as he wanted to please her, he wouldn’t oblige this time. He knew the tables would turn and her revenge would wreak havoc on his incredibly aroused physique.
His fingers crisscrossed between her inner thighs and behind. While he tickled, he realized that he didn’t hear the laughter heard earlier. Now replaced with deep breaths, he noticed her movements in sync with the music of her body. He kissed and licked her thighs while his fingers returned to her sides and dance around as they did in the past. You begin to giggle once more, until his lips arrived at the tip of her womanhood.
He placed a small, thin vibrator at the tip of her thigh, barely touching her clit. As she moved with the tickling, the vibrations teased and taunted until the tip of the vibrator brushed across her vulva. She was a mix of emotions. She laughed. She moaned. She screamed. She wanted more. His tongue licked lightly and touched deeper. His fingers tickled. This cycle goes on for what seems an eternity. Your body is a fever pitch. Her nerve endings were beyond excited. At that point, the cruelty of fate stepped in. She lay there beautiful and breathless. He kissed her and whispered in her ear, “It’s your turn”.
She took time to go back into the bathroom and retrieve powder and scented lotions. They lay at the edge of the bed alongside an assortment of feathers, propelled toothbrushes and the vibrator. There was a look of alluring vengeance in her eyes. He waited by the side of the bed … awaiting her instructions. His heart began to race for she was good at delivering payback. And, though he loved her payback, he would soon fear that he played her body “too well”.
He took her body on a physical and emotional journey thru highs and lows, never losing touch with her and building the sensual levels to as close to the point of overload as possible. This fact was not lost on her, which is why she desires to please him like no other night as well as make him pay for denying her the ultimate flight. Her mind still racing and skin tingling, she pushed him to the bed and told him to face down.
She lay on top of him with a blindfold. She whispered that he was to remain absolutely still. Every time he moved any part of his frame, she would begin the attack from the very beginning. He was prepared for the Velcro straps to restrict his movements, but she pushed them off the bed. Her tongue tickled his ear while a lone finger slid across the back of his neck. His neck drove him absolutely insane. As he jumped, she reminded him of the consequence of his actions.
A sensual whisper touched his ear … “What did I tell you?” She sat up and straddled his hips, already warm and wet from the earlier onslaught. A feather lightly touched the same ear that received the message. Dropping that feather, ten fingers danced across the back of his neck. He felt an electric shock and began laughing uncontrollably from the start of his attack. There would be moving as his body shook from deep laughter.
She gave him a second to gather his emotions, then she slid her tongue in between his toes. He started to laugh a little, though he knew there was more to come. She slid her fingers up and down the side of that foot. Then, she began sliding her other hand up and down the top of his other foot. Occasionally, she bent the toes back with her mouth and danced along the sole and sides of that foot while her tongue is still in between the toes. His giggles turned into outright laughter. Mindful of her earlier taunts, he just decided that he didn’t care any longer. Although he couldn’t stand the lack of control, he loved the exhilaration tingling through his skin. She heard “oh, my goodness” mixed in with laughter. He loved what I felt. I wanted more of it.
She placed the vibrator at the side of his manhood. The vibrations took him by complete surprise … he didn’t know what to think. Suddenly, the sound of the toothbrush running sent shivers through his body. When the bristles touched his head, he screamed with laughter. That’s when he felt dancing fingernails sliding along the back of his knees. Already aroused by everything else, he felt himself starting to explode. Her timing couldn’t have been crueler.
Exhausted and undone, he is commanded to turn onto his back. His arms above his head and legs spread wide exposing every inch of skin. She simply said, “Remember”. Her tongue slid through the hollow of his armpit and down his side. He could only laugh and try not to move. Her tongue reached the tip of his penis. By this time, he is more ticklish than stimulated … so much that there are no moans. There is only laughter.
She began sliding up and down on his penis while tickling his knees. While her “tickling touch” is rough, my skin is prone to a lighter side. She moved one hand from a tickled kneecap to his stomach and back again. For some unknown reason, he decided to put himself in further ticklish peril. She heard him say, “I’m just not that impressed”. All movement stopped … dancing fingers frozen in time.
She straddled and lowered herself slowly onto his shaft. Before he felt himself inside her, she rubbed her fingers across his already stimulated head then rubbed him across her. His eyes closed, he laughed uncontrollably until he was inside. She continued to slide up and down on him, tickling his kneecaps. As she thrust herself she wiggled her fingers along the sides of his hips. He returned to the state of silent laughter, tears streaming down his face.
She felt herself seconds from imploding. She moved her hands to his pelvis sliding one finger up and down the skin, driving him insane. The thrusting only increased the ticklishness. Though he was ready to explode himself, there were no moans to be heard … only howls of laughter.
She could no longer save herself and began to move quickly up and down on him. His skin, already electrified, began to tingle more. He pulsed his seed into her as she continued to move quickly … faster and faster. He howled with laughter as she felt herself go over the brink. She rested herself on him, continuing to lightly slide her fingers along the sides of his hips. She tightened her buttocks which caused her vulva to squeeze his frame tighter. He cackled and tittered, beginning to come down off of this love high. That was until he felt one hand dancing across a kneecap and the other fingers wiggling in his inner thigh. He stared dumbfounded at her while the sensuous whisper broke the air of silence … “Remember. What did I tell you?” She was ready to revisit her vengeance. He was obliged to receive it.
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