Ticklechiq
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A little story for you all!
Courtesy of Ticklechiq & TickleTowers.com
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THE DINNER DATE
She thought she heard the door..... But it couldn't have been, he wasn't due back for at least another hour. The last thing she needed was for an early return to ruin the wonderful surprise dinner she was preparing for him. She dismissed the noise as her nervous paranoia and carried on - there's no way he could be home early.
She didn't hear or even sense him standing at the door of the kitchen. He stood and watched her.... amused at the sight of her battling to stay cool in what was already a hot day without the stifling heat of a kitchen to cope with as well. She had complained that it didn't matter how short her shorts were or how skimpy the bikini top was, they were never short enough or skimpy enough to keep her cool in this heat. He watched her and remembered a surprise "tweak" on her exposed waist that morning and how she jumped and squealed at him for giving her a fright; but how she had a look of total excitement and delight in her eyes as she playfully scolded himi. He looked again at her exposed waist..... legs..... bare feet..... and couldn't resist a further attack on her insanely ticklish body; but this time, she wouldn't get off quite so lightly!
She was still blissfully unaware of his presence at the door..... unaware as he slowly and silently approached her.......
She screamed as he grabbed her from behind, his fingers immediately going to work on her waist and ribs, intensely tickling her until her legs gave up on her and took her to the floor. For a moment, he carried on tickling her to ensure her helpless state, and then picked her up. She begged him to let her go..... pleaded for him to put her down. She kicked and struggled, squirmed and wriggled to get free. He told her it was no use and that she should relax and save her energy; she was going to need it! Somehow, she knew she would.
For a moment, his grip slipped and in one massive wriggle, she was free! She took off round the house trying to escape him, but secretly hoping to be caught. She was playful like that. It was almost as if she wanted to ensure she got the most merciless tickling possible as punishment for not co-operating. Still, she ran, dodged him and giggled uncontrollably as he teased her and warned her that by running she was only making things worse for herself. "I'm gonna get you!" He taunted...."and I'm gonna tickle you!...... I'm gonna tickle you to the point of insanity! I'm gonna tickle you until you beg for mercy!". Just the teasing was enough to excite her. The more he teased the more she felt her heart racing...... butterflies in her stomach - she could barely cope with the intense excitement. "Tickle tickle tickle!" He taunted........ "you know I'm gonna get you!" - "Come here you!" he laughed as he readed out and finally caught her round the waist. She struggled...... but deep down she wanted to be caught. Again, he tickled her intensely to weaken her, then picked her up and carried her into the room where a large iron bed awaited her company.
He laid her down and straddled her while he placed her delicate wrists in the restraints above her head. "Now I've gotcha!" He teased, making her squirm even more "and you've been a naughty girl running off like that!" he told her. He stopped and looked into her eyes - twinkling and sparkling with total excitement. "So tell me...... how ticklish did you say you were?!". She was dying to scream at him...... "DON'T!"...... but she didn't want to give away how anxious she was. It only made him more determined to tickle her into oblivion.
He took out a blindfold and as the world disappeared from her eyes, she gasped and gave a nervous, excited giggle. He gently reached behind her neck and back and untied the thin straps holding her bikini top in place.
She felt him climb off her and her senses awakened as she desperately tried to listen..... trying to work out where he was..... what he was about to do. He pulled off her shorts and panties. She gave a little quiver of nervousness and excitement. He gently took hold of her ankles, and spread her legs wide apart and tied her anckles. She lay there...... totally helpless..... totally vulnerable.... giggling and wriggling with anticipation.
Suddenly there was a swhisper in her ear..... "Are you ticklish?" - she gasped and squirmed. Again, the whisper came "are you REALLY ticklish?". She whimpered and wriggled, knowing it was no use and that she was at the mercy of her captor. She heard him whisper in her other ear..... "I'm gonna tickle you!! I'm gonna tickle you sweetie!! You're gonna be tickled..... tickled until you're insane!!". Everytime she heard the word tickle she tensed up all over, she could virtually feel herself being tickled as he said it. She knew she was in for quite a time here..... she was insanely ticklish all over - from the palms of her hands to the tips of her toes. He could pick any spot he wanted and it would drive her crazy; and he knew it. He was enjoying her torment...... enjoying watching her wriggle in vain; he loved watching her body squirm and wriggle, her toes of her litttle feet wriggling wildly as if to ward off any potential predator.
Suddenly a finger ran lightly and quickly down her side. She squirmed and giggled. A hand squeezed her ribs very quickly. Before she knew what was happening, fingers were all over her...... he moved so quickly - her legs.... then her arms...... she was insanely ticklish all over but there were still the ultra sensative spots to be found and then tickled intensely until she begged and pleaded for him to stop. But to stop in one place, just meant he moved to another, and so on and on the tickling went, the only break she got was when he moved to another angle.
"Tickle tickle tickle!" he teased as his fingers moved from one ticklish place to another and as she squirmed and wriggled helplessly before him, laughing uncontollably and her exhaustion causing her to lose the strength to wriggle much more.
Finally, he stopped. Or at least she through he had. Then, suddenly, she felt something lightly brush against her right foot. He loved her feet, they were so small, such little toes that were so ticklish and so wriggly! He just couldn't resist giving them that extra special bit of attention.
He wiggled his fingers under her toes, which he knew drove her wild. She screamed and laughed.... trying to wriggle her toes to protect herself. He gently held her toes and stretched them back leaving a very naked, exposed and vulnerable little foot. He drew his fingers down her delicate sole and she let out a scream of insanity. She knew the same fate awaited her other foot and that there was no escape. She could only lie there laughing hysterically as her feet were tickled to the point of no return with fingers, feathers, brushes, pens, more brushes and quills.
Finally, her feet were given mercy..... but she knew it wasn't over yet. She felt a light tickling on her thighs..... it was the kind of itchy tickling that drives a person to insanity. Her legs were tied apart and there was nothing she could do. The hands jumped and found a new home on her ribs...... exploring each and every rib without missing a single spot. She laughed so deeply.... unable to get the breath to beg him to stop. But she loved being tickled and deep down wanted him to go on and on.
Then he gently tickled the area round her breasts. Her breasts were extremely ticklish. Especially the side, underneath and right on the nipple. His fingers traced their way round her breasts concentrating on the most sensitive spots. She felt her nipples being teased into a state of complete hardness..... she was weakening and she knew it.
A hand returned to her upper thighs..... on the inside.... making her giggle and wriggle around. Then he stopped.
She felt a very light tickling between her legs.... just on the outer lips. It made her gasp and giggle. Another hand reached and gave her waist a squeeze. He gently parted her lips and a finger tickled her clit. She gasped and arched her back. "Are you ticklish between your legs baby?".... he asked her, as he tickled her some more to find out for himself anyway. His touch drove her completely wild, and he concentrated on that insanely sensitive button, watching her writhing around on the bed as much as her restraints would allow. She begged him to take her but he wouldn't.... he continued his exploration of her most intimately ticklish spots, moving inside her, then back to her clit, which just begged and begged for more and more tickling.
She was ready to explode with her insanity. She never knew tickling could be like this; she always loved it, but never knew it could be so intense and so incredibly, unbelievably breathtaking.
She pleaded with him to take her and finally he entered her, while his hands dug into her ribs and waist; tickling her furiously while he rode her. He reached down and released her ankles, hooking up her legs allowing him to go deeper and deeper into her, while tickling her little feet. They could never escape, not even in a moment like this.
She writhed around under him...... he loved to feel her body wriggling around under his. She could barely breathe anymore, but she needed him to make her cum. She was so close and through she would scream with the intensity of the sensation flooding over her entire body caused by him in side her and his incredible tickling.
Finally, they came..... and as she gasped for air...... his fingers still gently tickled her..... ever so lightly.... just gently tickling her arms.... her neck.... a comforting kind of tickling. Now, rather than begging him to stop, she loved the warm affectionate kind of tickling.... it was so nice.
He released her arms, removed the now tear soaked blindfold and pulled her into his arms, cradling her as she recovered from a tickling that took her beyond anything she would've dreamt of.
Finally...... a little voice emerged from her, and with a giggle, she said......
"So, do you fancy dinner now?".
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Courtesy of Ticklechiq & TickleTowers.com
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THE DINNER DATE
She thought she heard the door..... But it couldn't have been, he wasn't due back for at least another hour. The last thing she needed was for an early return to ruin the wonderful surprise dinner she was preparing for him. She dismissed the noise as her nervous paranoia and carried on - there's no way he could be home early.
She didn't hear or even sense him standing at the door of the kitchen. He stood and watched her.... amused at the sight of her battling to stay cool in what was already a hot day without the stifling heat of a kitchen to cope with as well. She had complained that it didn't matter how short her shorts were or how skimpy the bikini top was, they were never short enough or skimpy enough to keep her cool in this heat. He watched her and remembered a surprise "tweak" on her exposed waist that morning and how she jumped and squealed at him for giving her a fright; but how she had a look of total excitement and delight in her eyes as she playfully scolded himi. He looked again at her exposed waist..... legs..... bare feet..... and couldn't resist a further attack on her insanely ticklish body; but this time, she wouldn't get off quite so lightly!
She was still blissfully unaware of his presence at the door..... unaware as he slowly and silently approached her.......
She screamed as he grabbed her from behind, his fingers immediately going to work on her waist and ribs, intensely tickling her until her legs gave up on her and took her to the floor. For a moment, he carried on tickling her to ensure her helpless state, and then picked her up. She begged him to let her go..... pleaded for him to put her down. She kicked and struggled, squirmed and wriggled to get free. He told her it was no use and that she should relax and save her energy; she was going to need it! Somehow, she knew she would.
For a moment, his grip slipped and in one massive wriggle, she was free! She took off round the house trying to escape him, but secretly hoping to be caught. She was playful like that. It was almost as if she wanted to ensure she got the most merciless tickling possible as punishment for not co-operating. Still, she ran, dodged him and giggled uncontrollably as he teased her and warned her that by running she was only making things worse for herself. "I'm gonna get you!" He taunted...."and I'm gonna tickle you!...... I'm gonna tickle you to the point of insanity! I'm gonna tickle you until you beg for mercy!". Just the teasing was enough to excite her. The more he teased the more she felt her heart racing...... butterflies in her stomach - she could barely cope with the intense excitement. "Tickle tickle tickle!" He taunted........ "you know I'm gonna get you!" - "Come here you!" he laughed as he readed out and finally caught her round the waist. She struggled...... but deep down she wanted to be caught. Again, he tickled her intensely to weaken her, then picked her up and carried her into the room where a large iron bed awaited her company.
He laid her down and straddled her while he placed her delicate wrists in the restraints above her head. "Now I've gotcha!" He teased, making her squirm even more "and you've been a naughty girl running off like that!" he told her. He stopped and looked into her eyes - twinkling and sparkling with total excitement. "So tell me...... how ticklish did you say you were?!". She was dying to scream at him...... "DON'T!"...... but she didn't want to give away how anxious she was. It only made him more determined to tickle her into oblivion.
He took out a blindfold and as the world disappeared from her eyes, she gasped and gave a nervous, excited giggle. He gently reached behind her neck and back and untied the thin straps holding her bikini top in place.
She felt him climb off her and her senses awakened as she desperately tried to listen..... trying to work out where he was..... what he was about to do. He pulled off her shorts and panties. She gave a little quiver of nervousness and excitement. He gently took hold of her ankles, and spread her legs wide apart and tied her anckles. She lay there...... totally helpless..... totally vulnerable.... giggling and wriggling with anticipation.
Suddenly there was a swhisper in her ear..... "Are you ticklish?" - she gasped and squirmed. Again, the whisper came "are you REALLY ticklish?". She whimpered and wriggled, knowing it was no use and that she was at the mercy of her captor. She heard him whisper in her other ear..... "I'm gonna tickle you!! I'm gonna tickle you sweetie!! You're gonna be tickled..... tickled until you're insane!!". Everytime she heard the word tickle she tensed up all over, she could virtually feel herself being tickled as he said it. She knew she was in for quite a time here..... she was insanely ticklish all over - from the palms of her hands to the tips of her toes. He could pick any spot he wanted and it would drive her crazy; and he knew it. He was enjoying her torment...... enjoying watching her wriggle in vain; he loved watching her body squirm and wriggle, her toes of her litttle feet wriggling wildly as if to ward off any potential predator.
Suddenly a finger ran lightly and quickly down her side. She squirmed and giggled. A hand squeezed her ribs very quickly. Before she knew what was happening, fingers were all over her...... he moved so quickly - her legs.... then her arms...... she was insanely ticklish all over but there were still the ultra sensative spots to be found and then tickled intensely until she begged and pleaded for him to stop. But to stop in one place, just meant he moved to another, and so on and on the tickling went, the only break she got was when he moved to another angle.
"Tickle tickle tickle!" he teased as his fingers moved from one ticklish place to another and as she squirmed and wriggled helplessly before him, laughing uncontollably and her exhaustion causing her to lose the strength to wriggle much more.
Finally, he stopped. Or at least she through he had. Then, suddenly, she felt something lightly brush against her right foot. He loved her feet, they were so small, such little toes that were so ticklish and so wriggly! He just couldn't resist giving them that extra special bit of attention.
He wiggled his fingers under her toes, which he knew drove her wild. She screamed and laughed.... trying to wriggle her toes to protect herself. He gently held her toes and stretched them back leaving a very naked, exposed and vulnerable little foot. He drew his fingers down her delicate sole and she let out a scream of insanity. She knew the same fate awaited her other foot and that there was no escape. She could only lie there laughing hysterically as her feet were tickled to the point of no return with fingers, feathers, brushes, pens, more brushes and quills.
Finally, her feet were given mercy..... but she knew it wasn't over yet. She felt a light tickling on her thighs..... it was the kind of itchy tickling that drives a person to insanity. Her legs were tied apart and there was nothing she could do. The hands jumped and found a new home on her ribs...... exploring each and every rib without missing a single spot. She laughed so deeply.... unable to get the breath to beg him to stop. But she loved being tickled and deep down wanted him to go on and on.
Then he gently tickled the area round her breasts. Her breasts were extremely ticklish. Especially the side, underneath and right on the nipple. His fingers traced their way round her breasts concentrating on the most sensitive spots. She felt her nipples being teased into a state of complete hardness..... she was weakening and she knew it.
A hand returned to her upper thighs..... on the inside.... making her giggle and wriggle around. Then he stopped.
She felt a very light tickling between her legs.... just on the outer lips. It made her gasp and giggle. Another hand reached and gave her waist a squeeze. He gently parted her lips and a finger tickled her clit. She gasped and arched her back. "Are you ticklish between your legs baby?".... he asked her, as he tickled her some more to find out for himself anyway. His touch drove her completely wild, and he concentrated on that insanely sensitive button, watching her writhing around on the bed as much as her restraints would allow. She begged him to take her but he wouldn't.... he continued his exploration of her most intimately ticklish spots, moving inside her, then back to her clit, which just begged and begged for more and more tickling.
She was ready to explode with her insanity. She never knew tickling could be like this; she always loved it, but never knew it could be so intense and so incredibly, unbelievably breathtaking.
She pleaded with him to take her and finally he entered her, while his hands dug into her ribs and waist; tickling her furiously while he rode her. He reached down and released her ankles, hooking up her legs allowing him to go deeper and deeper into her, while tickling her little feet. They could never escape, not even in a moment like this.
She writhed around under him...... he loved to feel her body wriggling around under his. She could barely breathe anymore, but she needed him to make her cum. She was so close and through she would scream with the intensity of the sensation flooding over her entire body caused by him in side her and his incredible tickling.
Finally, they came..... and as she gasped for air...... his fingers still gently tickled her..... ever so lightly.... just gently tickling her arms.... her neck.... a comforting kind of tickling. Now, rather than begging him to stop, she loved the warm affectionate kind of tickling.... it was so nice.
He released her arms, removed the now tear soaked blindfold and pulled her into his arms, cradling her as she recovered from a tickling that took her beyond anything she would've dreamt of.
Finally...... a little voice emerged from her, and with a giggle, she said......
"So, do you fancy dinner now?".
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, and well written.
