It was dark...very dark. In the pitch blackness nothing could be seen, and nothing could be heard. There was only the sense of touch.
He hugged her gently, wrapping his arms around her. She did not know who he was, or where he came from, but she felt safe in his arms. His touch soothed her soul, and her rapid, nervous breathing slowed.
His soft, gentle hands slowly moved under her blouse, their warm touch sending a glow through her mind. However unfamiliar this man was, she wanted to stay in his arms.
Light, feathery stroked started moving along her ribs. Holding in her giggles, she gripped the strange, gentle man's shoulders a bit more tightly and pressed against him. The stroking sensations didn't stop as she had expected. They slowly crept up over her lower ribs, sending intense chills up and down her spine. From her mouth erupted a series of giggles, but no sound emerged. She shuddered against his touch and buried her mouth against his shoulder, squealing silently against him.
His touch sent shocks through her body, his warmth making her feel safe. As she shook and shuddered, he tickled slowly and softly up her bare sides, her soft skin having no defense against his attack. She giggled madly as his fingertips reached into her smooth, shaven underarms, and she clenched her arms against her sides, trapping the instruments of tickles where they were.
After what felt like hours of giggles, the stranger dislodged his hands from her underarms and slowly rubbed his palms down her ribs. She realized in the back of her mind that all of her clothes were gone but her underwear, and as he slid his hands along her bare skin, she sighed, breathing heavily against his shoulder. His hands glided slowly over her silk-panty covered bottom and started to tickle again.
Her cheeks clenched tightly and she grabbed his shoulders again for support as she squeaked out in heavenly agony, wanting to cling as tight as she could to the only man who could ever give her everything the wanted. Tears slowly streaked down her cheeks as she laughed heartily and silently against him, her bare chest heaving against his with each laugh. His fingers stroked over her panties and slid along her crack, making her lift her legs in the air and holding on for dear life. She felt the warm glow in her tummy begin to stir, as it had so many nights before, on it's way to a raging inferno.
As the tickles continued, the girl began to feel light headed. The room spun as she squealed in silence, unable -- and unwilling -- to stop her torture. She fell through an immesurable void, the tickled never ending, going all over your young, sensetive body, from head to toe, stirring her libido and forcing gales of unheard laughter from her lungs.
She didn't know where she landed, or on what, but she couldn't move, even if she had wanted to. The tickles continued, but now, there were many more touches. Softly they stroked her everywhere, about her collar bone, under her arms, along her sides, around and over her erect, stiff nipples, inside her navel, up and down the soft, smooth soles of her feet, along her inner thighs, and deep inside her moistening, heated womanly core. She felt the tears flowing dlwon her cheeks and her breath bucking wildly from her lungs, but never did she gasp, never did she beg, and never did she wish it to stop.
For what felt like an eternity, the soft, feathery touches teased and tittilated her skin, the train of eruption thundering towards her unstoppably. As she screamed and squealed in delight, her sounds unheard even to herself, explosion after explosion ripped through her womanhood, her libido flaring over and over again with each delightful, ticklish climax. Her laughter never faltered as she tickling sensations multiplied at every spot, from her flexing toes, to her dripping, drenched core, to her smooth, soft armpits, and every place in between. Unending sexual release bombarded her young, shuddering body as she slowly approached unconsciousness. Her silent laughter continued unabated as she faded away, the rippling sensations in her tummy subsiding as she slipped...
When she awoke, her pillow was wet with the tears of joyous laughter, and her sheets were stained with release. She sighed, a warm glow filling her right to the core, her midn racing with thoughts of the dream she'd had every night since she was but a young girl, years ago.
He hugged her gently, wrapping his arms around her. She did not know who he was, or where he came from, but she felt safe in his arms. His touch soothed her soul, and her rapid, nervous breathing slowed.
His soft, gentle hands slowly moved under her blouse, their warm touch sending a glow through her mind. However unfamiliar this man was, she wanted to stay in his arms.
Light, feathery stroked started moving along her ribs. Holding in her giggles, she gripped the strange, gentle man's shoulders a bit more tightly and pressed against him. The stroking sensations didn't stop as she had expected. They slowly crept up over her lower ribs, sending intense chills up and down her spine. From her mouth erupted a series of giggles, but no sound emerged. She shuddered against his touch and buried her mouth against his shoulder, squealing silently against him.
His touch sent shocks through her body, his warmth making her feel safe. As she shook and shuddered, he tickled slowly and softly up her bare sides, her soft skin having no defense against his attack. She giggled madly as his fingertips reached into her smooth, shaven underarms, and she clenched her arms against her sides, trapping the instruments of tickles where they were.
After what felt like hours of giggles, the stranger dislodged his hands from her underarms and slowly rubbed his palms down her ribs. She realized in the back of her mind that all of her clothes were gone but her underwear, and as he slid his hands along her bare skin, she sighed, breathing heavily against his shoulder. His hands glided slowly over her silk-panty covered bottom and started to tickle again.
Her cheeks clenched tightly and she grabbed his shoulders again for support as she squeaked out in heavenly agony, wanting to cling as tight as she could to the only man who could ever give her everything the wanted. Tears slowly streaked down her cheeks as she laughed heartily and silently against him, her bare chest heaving against his with each laugh. His fingers stroked over her panties and slid along her crack, making her lift her legs in the air and holding on for dear life. She felt the warm glow in her tummy begin to stir, as it had so many nights before, on it's way to a raging inferno.
As the tickles continued, the girl began to feel light headed. The room spun as she squealed in silence, unable -- and unwilling -- to stop her torture. She fell through an immesurable void, the tickled never ending, going all over your young, sensetive body, from head to toe, stirring her libido and forcing gales of unheard laughter from her lungs.
She didn't know where she landed, or on what, but she couldn't move, even if she had wanted to. The tickles continued, but now, there were many more touches. Softly they stroked her everywhere, about her collar bone, under her arms, along her sides, around and over her erect, stiff nipples, inside her navel, up and down the soft, smooth soles of her feet, along her inner thighs, and deep inside her moistening, heated womanly core. She felt the tears flowing dlwon her cheeks and her breath bucking wildly from her lungs, but never did she gasp, never did she beg, and never did she wish it to stop.
For what felt like an eternity, the soft, feathery touches teased and tittilated her skin, the train of eruption thundering towards her unstoppably. As she screamed and squealed in delight, her sounds unheard even to herself, explosion after explosion ripped through her womanhood, her libido flaring over and over again with each delightful, ticklish climax. Her laughter never faltered as she tickling sensations multiplied at every spot, from her flexing toes, to her dripping, drenched core, to her smooth, soft armpits, and every place in between. Unending sexual release bombarded her young, shuddering body as she slowly approached unconsciousness. Her silent laughter continued unabated as she faded away, the rippling sensations in her tummy subsiding as she slipped...
When she awoke, her pillow was wet with the tears of joyous laughter, and her sheets were stained with release. She sighed, a warm glow filling her right to the core, her midn racing with thoughts of the dream she'd had every night since she was but a young girl, years ago.
I ummmmmmmmmm don't know what else to say except WOW!
