LD_Tickler
03-25-2006, 09:44 AM
Hey there. Welcome to my story. I've toyed with writing tickling stories before, but none of my projects ever managed to hold my attention. So, I tried for a while to come up with a premise for a story that I actually find interesting, and here it is.
Hope you enjoy it, and PLEASE comment. Whether it be positive feedback or negative feedback, whether you think I deserve a writing award or to be dragged into the street and shot in the mouth for polluting the forum with boring tripe.
Thanks!
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There was a bright flash. Darren squinted hard, shielding his eyes from the blinding light, until he noticed that it wasn’t in a flash of light at all. Rather, every thing had turned white. Wait, scratch that, everything had simply vanished. There was nothing. Just whiteness. He looked at his hands, his feet. He was there at least, but nothing else was. Only the white. He looked around. Still nothing.
The last thing he remembered was being in bed with his girlfriend. She was smiling sweetly at him, dressed in nothing but lacy white bra and panties. Her perfect, b-cup breasts were rising and falling as she breathed slowly, submitting herself to Darren as he finished tying her up. It was hard focusing on those knots with the sexy, slim, blue-eyed brunette giggling in anticipation.
But seriously, what the fuck? What happened to everything? Where was the room and where was his girlfriend?
“Confused?” said a voice behind him.
He turned again, surprised to see that where nobody had been only a moment ago, was his girlfriend – only now she was clothed in a black pleated skirt and a white button up blouse, and she held her hands clasped in front of her.
“Um, yeah.” Darren said, rubbing the back of his head, his eyes still trying to adjust to the overwhelming whiteness surrounding him. “Aren’t you… my girlfriend?”
“No Darren, you don’t have a girlfriend. Remember?” She was calm, not at all surprised by the question.
Darren thought for a second. She was right. He didn’t have a girlfriend. But then what was he just doing, right before he appeared here?
“You were dreaming, Darren,” Said the girl. “you were about to finish tying me up, then you were going to tickle me for a while, then have sex with me.”
“Oh.” Said Darren, suddenly embarrassed by hearing his sexual fantasies recited to him. “Sorry?”
“It’s alright. It was your dream; you’re allowed to do that sort of thing.” Replied the girl, calmly and matter of factly. She didn’t seem offended at being the object of his lust.
“So, am I still dreaming?” Darren asked, trying to get a grip of the situation.
“Not exactly. If this were a dream that you were aware you were having, you’d either wake up, or be able to control anything that happens, right? Well, go ahead and try.”
Darren thought it best to test out her theory, and besides, the white void was making him nervous. He tried to will himself back into his room, but to no avail. He didn’t wake up either.
“See? No luck.” The girl said, satisfied with herself. “As you were sleeping, there was an earthquake. You know that really cool Japanese sword you hung on your wall above your bed? Well, it fell when your house started to shake, and hit you on the head.”
Darren took a second to absorb this.
“So I’m dead?”
“Nope.” Said the girl, with a bit of a smile. “You’re just in a coma.”
“Oh.” Darren paused, at a loss for words. “And, who are you?”
“I’m your sexual fantasy, and as it turns out, what you were thinking of before that sword fell. So I came into this place with you. I suppose you could think of it like a photograph of your mind before it shut down.”
“Hold on a second” Darren interjected, “this doesn’t make any damn sense. If I’m in a coma, that means you’re a figment of my imagination. So how could you know about an earthquake happening in the real world?”
“Well, I heard people talking about you.” The girl unclasped her hands and tilted her head down, pacing to the side as the gathered her thoughts. “I think you’re in a hospital. You’re unconscious and no longer in control of your mental functions, but I exist on some subconscious level, and could still hear what they said about you. Your senses still work, even if your current state stops you from using them.”
Darren watched her graceful movements as she paced, listening to her explanation. Her running shoes made a loud clacking sound against the unseen white floor. “Wow....” said Darren, “This is really tough to swallow.”
“Yeah, I guess it is.” The girl said, chuckling a bit. She stopped pacing, quickly turning on the balls of her feet to face Darren again, and said with a grin,“On the plus side, since your mind isn’t capable of controlling its faculties, it’s not in control of me anymore. I’ve become an independent entity.”
“This is getting really existential.”
“Yep!” said the girl cheerily. She wasn’t concerned by the philosophy of the situation, she was just happy to be born, so to speak
She stretched her arms out to her sides and spun around, looking outward into the void. Her skirt lifted as she spun, showing off a few more inches of her smooth legs. She turned towards Darren with a smirk on her face.
“I guess you can’t tickle fuck me now!” She winked, tauntingly.
This was just great. What good was being trapped in some bizarre dream world if you couldn’t even control your own domain? He would be stuck indefinitely with this gorgeous slim, ticklish, fantasy that he wouldn’t even be able to take advantage of. Darren seriously wished it were a regular dream, where what he wanted to happen would. He’d want to her to slowly unbutton her blouse, exposing her sexy body and soft, ticklish skin…
Suddenly, Darren realized that he wasn’t just wishing that, he was seeing it! The girl had started to strip, exactly as he’d hoped. As he came to notice what was happening, the girl jumped a bit, evidently snapping out of some sort of trance.
“Hey!” she said indignantly, blushing and holding her blouse closed. “How did you do that?!”
“Do what?” Darren quickly sputtered, genuinely shocked.
“You made me my undo my top!”
“But I thought this wasn’t like a lucid dream, where I can control things.”
“Well you can’t do whatever you want, but it’s still your mind. I guess you do have some control.”
Darren’s mood improved at this news, and he couldn’t help but smirk.
“Really?” he asked, looking her over again, “so then why did you stop?” This was good; maybe he still could enjoy this dream world.
“Because, you perv, your mind is still weak! You don’t have total control of me anymore!” she turned her back and buttoned her blouse up again.
Darren was obviously more interested in his found power than with the girl’s displeasure at being manipulated.
“So then, I just have to focus really hard and develop my mind again? Then I can control whatever I want?” Maybe this coma wouldn’t be so bad.
The girl looked over her shoulder at Darren, grinning mischievously, and interpreted his facial expression.
“D-don’t you dare!”
Darren concentrated as hard as he could, staring at her skirt. Before long, it began to slowly slide down her legs, leaving her in her lacy white panties and blouse.
“Eeek!” she screamed, as her smooth, shapely legs became bare. Before she could pull her skirt back up, she found herself stretching her arms over her head, unable to stop herself.
“Hey! W-what are you doing??”
Darren didn’t answer. He just walked up to her and placed his hands on her waist.
“Concentrating.” He said, his grin persisting. “What’s your name anyway?”
“Sally…” she softly replied, as he slid one hand down the side of her bare leg. Her skin was warm, and as smooth as it looked. Sally was the name of the first girl he ever kissed. Must have been some weird Freudian thing.
He started to gently tickle her right side below her ribs. Sally started to giggle helplessly despite her obvious irritation at her predicament. She was, after all, originally conceived as his dream girl: hopelessly ticklish.
Darren ran his hand back up her leg, reaching around her and giving her butt a playful squeeze. Sally widened her eyes, wiggling back and forth as Darren toyed with her perfect body, her arms stretched over her head as if held by invisible restraints and her feet glued to the floor.
Darren spider-crawled his hand over her stomach, feeling the tensing of her body through the thin fabric of her blouse as his fingers rhythmically poked against her.
“Ahaha! N-nno! Hahahahaha! Stop! Eeeehee!” Sally lost her composure, becoming hysterical with laughter as Darren hungrily tickled her with increasing zeal.
“But I’m strengthening my mind, Sally.” Darren slid his hands under the bottom of her top. Her belly was soft and flat, and he happily fluttered and brushed his fingers over her unbearably sensitive skin. Sally let out another series of musical, girlish giggles, as her hips swayed back and forth, her body desperately trying to escape. Sally shot him an accusatory glance through her crystal blue eyes, which were filling up with tears of laughter.
He removed his hands from her body, and just stood there a moment, admiring his fantasy. Sally breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath. She didn’t say anything, just continued to stare at him with a look of resentment.
He couldn’t help himself, Sally looked too cute stretched out in her panties and blouse. Darren winked at her, and pressed his lips against hers, giving her a quick kiss.
Sally was taken aback. “Hey! What do you think y-” but before she could finish her sentence, she exploded, as Darren’s fingers started raking down the soft ridges of her ribcage.
“HeeheeeAahahahaha! Nonono! Not there! Ahahahahapleeeheease!”
Sally continued to shriek and laugh as Darren slid his hands under her arms, scribbling his fingers over the short sleeves of her top, which provided her with virtually no protection. Darren was perfectly free to slide his fingertips under her sleeves, and tickle her vulnerable, smooth underarms. She squirmed with her limited mobility, pleading and laughing all the while.
“Hmm...” said Darren, “I think this would be more fun without your top on, don’t you?”
A look of horror spread across Sally’s face.
“Wait! Wait a minute, just hold on!”
Darren ignored her panicked pleas and reached for the top button of her blouse. Soon he would be tickling this sexy dream girl in only her bra and panties. Maybe then he would be able to tickle her into submission, and make her beg for him to strip her naked in exchange for a reprieve from the tickling. Anything he wanted.
Unfortunately, his excitement got the best of him, and he found himself unable to maintain his focus. Sally started to wiggle free, able to move again. She jumped back and pulled up her skirt.
“Hmph!” she grunted. “You don’t have THAT much control over me, buster!”
Darren swallowed hard, wondering how to get out of this awkward predicament.
Without warning, everything started to spin. He found himself overcome by the sensation of vertigo, and became seriously disoriented.
When his head finally settled, he found himself in his grade 12 classroom, sitting at his desk during an English class. Sally, dressed like all the other schoolgirls in this private school, was sitting next to him.
“What the hell is going on?” He whispered to her, as the other students keenly took notes on what their teachers was saying.
“You may be getting better at controlling me, but your mind is still randomly firing neurons” whispered Sally, “you’re having a flashback.”
“Sally! Darren!” the teacher snapped. “Do I have to remind you that this is class time? Save the chatter for lunch!”
Darren sat back in his chair and took a deep breath. This was going to be interesting.
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aaaand.... COMMENT!
Hope you enjoy it, and PLEASE comment. Whether it be positive feedback or negative feedback, whether you think I deserve a writing award or to be dragged into the street and shot in the mouth for polluting the forum with boring tripe.
Thanks!
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There was a bright flash. Darren squinted hard, shielding his eyes from the blinding light, until he noticed that it wasn’t in a flash of light at all. Rather, every thing had turned white. Wait, scratch that, everything had simply vanished. There was nothing. Just whiteness. He looked at his hands, his feet. He was there at least, but nothing else was. Only the white. He looked around. Still nothing.
The last thing he remembered was being in bed with his girlfriend. She was smiling sweetly at him, dressed in nothing but lacy white bra and panties. Her perfect, b-cup breasts were rising and falling as she breathed slowly, submitting herself to Darren as he finished tying her up. It was hard focusing on those knots with the sexy, slim, blue-eyed brunette giggling in anticipation.
But seriously, what the fuck? What happened to everything? Where was the room and where was his girlfriend?
“Confused?” said a voice behind him.
He turned again, surprised to see that where nobody had been only a moment ago, was his girlfriend – only now she was clothed in a black pleated skirt and a white button up blouse, and she held her hands clasped in front of her.
“Um, yeah.” Darren said, rubbing the back of his head, his eyes still trying to adjust to the overwhelming whiteness surrounding him. “Aren’t you… my girlfriend?”
“No Darren, you don’t have a girlfriend. Remember?” She was calm, not at all surprised by the question.
Darren thought for a second. She was right. He didn’t have a girlfriend. But then what was he just doing, right before he appeared here?
“You were dreaming, Darren,” Said the girl. “you were about to finish tying me up, then you were going to tickle me for a while, then have sex with me.”
“Oh.” Said Darren, suddenly embarrassed by hearing his sexual fantasies recited to him. “Sorry?”
“It’s alright. It was your dream; you’re allowed to do that sort of thing.” Replied the girl, calmly and matter of factly. She didn’t seem offended at being the object of his lust.
“So, am I still dreaming?” Darren asked, trying to get a grip of the situation.
“Not exactly. If this were a dream that you were aware you were having, you’d either wake up, or be able to control anything that happens, right? Well, go ahead and try.”
Darren thought it best to test out her theory, and besides, the white void was making him nervous. He tried to will himself back into his room, but to no avail. He didn’t wake up either.
“See? No luck.” The girl said, satisfied with herself. “As you were sleeping, there was an earthquake. You know that really cool Japanese sword you hung on your wall above your bed? Well, it fell when your house started to shake, and hit you on the head.”
Darren took a second to absorb this.
“So I’m dead?”
“Nope.” Said the girl, with a bit of a smile. “You’re just in a coma.”
“Oh.” Darren paused, at a loss for words. “And, who are you?”
“I’m your sexual fantasy, and as it turns out, what you were thinking of before that sword fell. So I came into this place with you. I suppose you could think of it like a photograph of your mind before it shut down.”
“Hold on a second” Darren interjected, “this doesn’t make any damn sense. If I’m in a coma, that means you’re a figment of my imagination. So how could you know about an earthquake happening in the real world?”
“Well, I heard people talking about you.” The girl unclasped her hands and tilted her head down, pacing to the side as the gathered her thoughts. “I think you’re in a hospital. You’re unconscious and no longer in control of your mental functions, but I exist on some subconscious level, and could still hear what they said about you. Your senses still work, even if your current state stops you from using them.”
Darren watched her graceful movements as she paced, listening to her explanation. Her running shoes made a loud clacking sound against the unseen white floor. “Wow....” said Darren, “This is really tough to swallow.”
“Yeah, I guess it is.” The girl said, chuckling a bit. She stopped pacing, quickly turning on the balls of her feet to face Darren again, and said with a grin,“On the plus side, since your mind isn’t capable of controlling its faculties, it’s not in control of me anymore. I’ve become an independent entity.”
“This is getting really existential.”
“Yep!” said the girl cheerily. She wasn’t concerned by the philosophy of the situation, she was just happy to be born, so to speak
She stretched her arms out to her sides and spun around, looking outward into the void. Her skirt lifted as she spun, showing off a few more inches of her smooth legs. She turned towards Darren with a smirk on her face.
“I guess you can’t tickle fuck me now!” She winked, tauntingly.
This was just great. What good was being trapped in some bizarre dream world if you couldn’t even control your own domain? He would be stuck indefinitely with this gorgeous slim, ticklish, fantasy that he wouldn’t even be able to take advantage of. Darren seriously wished it were a regular dream, where what he wanted to happen would. He’d want to her to slowly unbutton her blouse, exposing her sexy body and soft, ticklish skin…
Suddenly, Darren realized that he wasn’t just wishing that, he was seeing it! The girl had started to strip, exactly as he’d hoped. As he came to notice what was happening, the girl jumped a bit, evidently snapping out of some sort of trance.
“Hey!” she said indignantly, blushing and holding her blouse closed. “How did you do that?!”
“Do what?” Darren quickly sputtered, genuinely shocked.
“You made me my undo my top!”
“But I thought this wasn’t like a lucid dream, where I can control things.”
“Well you can’t do whatever you want, but it’s still your mind. I guess you do have some control.”
Darren’s mood improved at this news, and he couldn’t help but smirk.
“Really?” he asked, looking her over again, “so then why did you stop?” This was good; maybe he still could enjoy this dream world.
“Because, you perv, your mind is still weak! You don’t have total control of me anymore!” she turned her back and buttoned her blouse up again.
Darren was obviously more interested in his found power than with the girl’s displeasure at being manipulated.
“So then, I just have to focus really hard and develop my mind again? Then I can control whatever I want?” Maybe this coma wouldn’t be so bad.
The girl looked over her shoulder at Darren, grinning mischievously, and interpreted his facial expression.
“D-don’t you dare!”
Darren concentrated as hard as he could, staring at her skirt. Before long, it began to slowly slide down her legs, leaving her in her lacy white panties and blouse.
“Eeek!” she screamed, as her smooth, shapely legs became bare. Before she could pull her skirt back up, she found herself stretching her arms over her head, unable to stop herself.
“Hey! W-what are you doing??”
Darren didn’t answer. He just walked up to her and placed his hands on her waist.
“Concentrating.” He said, his grin persisting. “What’s your name anyway?”
“Sally…” she softly replied, as he slid one hand down the side of her bare leg. Her skin was warm, and as smooth as it looked. Sally was the name of the first girl he ever kissed. Must have been some weird Freudian thing.
He started to gently tickle her right side below her ribs. Sally started to giggle helplessly despite her obvious irritation at her predicament. She was, after all, originally conceived as his dream girl: hopelessly ticklish.
Darren ran his hand back up her leg, reaching around her and giving her butt a playful squeeze. Sally widened her eyes, wiggling back and forth as Darren toyed with her perfect body, her arms stretched over her head as if held by invisible restraints and her feet glued to the floor.
Darren spider-crawled his hand over her stomach, feeling the tensing of her body through the thin fabric of her blouse as his fingers rhythmically poked against her.
“Ahaha! N-nno! Hahahahaha! Stop! Eeeehee!” Sally lost her composure, becoming hysterical with laughter as Darren hungrily tickled her with increasing zeal.
“But I’m strengthening my mind, Sally.” Darren slid his hands under the bottom of her top. Her belly was soft and flat, and he happily fluttered and brushed his fingers over her unbearably sensitive skin. Sally let out another series of musical, girlish giggles, as her hips swayed back and forth, her body desperately trying to escape. Sally shot him an accusatory glance through her crystal blue eyes, which were filling up with tears of laughter.
He removed his hands from her body, and just stood there a moment, admiring his fantasy. Sally breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath. She didn’t say anything, just continued to stare at him with a look of resentment.
He couldn’t help himself, Sally looked too cute stretched out in her panties and blouse. Darren winked at her, and pressed his lips against hers, giving her a quick kiss.
Sally was taken aback. “Hey! What do you think y-” but before she could finish her sentence, she exploded, as Darren’s fingers started raking down the soft ridges of her ribcage.
“HeeheeeAahahahaha! Nonono! Not there! Ahahahahapleeeheease!”
Sally continued to shriek and laugh as Darren slid his hands under her arms, scribbling his fingers over the short sleeves of her top, which provided her with virtually no protection. Darren was perfectly free to slide his fingertips under her sleeves, and tickle her vulnerable, smooth underarms. She squirmed with her limited mobility, pleading and laughing all the while.
“Hmm...” said Darren, “I think this would be more fun without your top on, don’t you?”
A look of horror spread across Sally’s face.
“Wait! Wait a minute, just hold on!”
Darren ignored her panicked pleas and reached for the top button of her blouse. Soon he would be tickling this sexy dream girl in only her bra and panties. Maybe then he would be able to tickle her into submission, and make her beg for him to strip her naked in exchange for a reprieve from the tickling. Anything he wanted.
Unfortunately, his excitement got the best of him, and he found himself unable to maintain his focus. Sally started to wiggle free, able to move again. She jumped back and pulled up her skirt.
“Hmph!” she grunted. “You don’t have THAT much control over me, buster!”
Darren swallowed hard, wondering how to get out of this awkward predicament.
Without warning, everything started to spin. He found himself overcome by the sensation of vertigo, and became seriously disoriented.
When his head finally settled, he found himself in his grade 12 classroom, sitting at his desk during an English class. Sally, dressed like all the other schoolgirls in this private school, was sitting next to him.
“What the hell is going on?” He whispered to her, as the other students keenly took notes on what their teachers was saying.
“You may be getting better at controlling me, but your mind is still randomly firing neurons” whispered Sally, “you’re having a flashback.”
“Sally! Darren!” the teacher snapped. “Do I have to remind you that this is class time? Save the chatter for lunch!”
Darren sat back in his chair and took a deep breath. This was going to be interesting.
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aaaand.... COMMENT!