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Big-breasted tickling: Michelle's Christmas Reunion (fiction, m-f/f-f/f-m)

Grolsch

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Hello and Happy holidays. I hope you enjoy the story. As always, I welcome both positive and negative feedback.

G.

Michelle was always Ryan’s favorite cousin. They were
about the same age, and even though he hadn’t seen her
in over 10 years, he looked forward to his family’s
Christmas reunion. Derrick, Ryan’s best friend from
college, was staying with him over Christmas break.

“What’s so great about her, anyway? I mean, you
haven’t seen her since you were 10 and you’ve been
talking non-stop about her”, Derrick asked as the two
guys sat on the sofa, enjoying a beer.

“Oh, gosh, we just played a lot together. At least
back then, she was always a good sport. She played
football and basketball with us, cards, everything.
I’m curious to see what she’s like now. Actually,
football was the best.”

“That’s it?”

“Pretty much. Man, I hope her mother and sister come.
Her sister was absolutely hot! Her mom had the
biggest…”

“Big chest?”

“Oh, man yeah. Really, her mom was pretty
good-looking. But, no joke man, her boobs were
humongous! She go through the house, like up or down
the stairs, and those things would be bouncing like
volleyballs”.

Derrick got nervous. His discomfort was evident.
“What’s up…”

“No, that’s ok. What about her dad?”

“They’re still married I guess, at least I have not
heard otherwise. He spends a lot of time overseas
with his oil company. Oh, get this. Anyway, her mom
was just extremely, extremely ticklish. We’d gang up
on her sometimes and tickle her! She was so ticklish,
just touching her stomach would make her fall to the
ground! She’d have to run to the bathroom…”

“Dude, that isn’t cool! It’s torture. My mom and
sister used to tickle the crap out of me just about
every day.

“You’re ticklish?” Ryan gave Derrick a quick poke in
his side. Derrick screamed.

“OH! Dude, don’t do that! I’m not kidding. If I get
tickled, I’ll roll around on the floor and pee all
over the place. I can’t help it. My mom and sister
would get me so bad…and one of my sister’s friends
would get me. It was torture. They’d chase me all
over the house telling me ‘we’re going to get you,
we’re going to make Derrick laugh’ It was hell, man”

“Why didn’t you just tickle’em back?”

“Oh, I couldn’t man. I’m not kidding. My sister
isn’t ticklish at all, and I think my mom was only a
little touchy on her feet. I don’t know why I got it
so bad”.

“Genetics, I guess”.

“Yeah, my Dad is really bad. Mom could have him
rolling around too”

“Cootchie cootchie coo!” Ryan wiggled his fingers
towards Derrick’s stomach, but didn’t make contact.

“NO MAN! I’m serious, don’t do it to me! You know,
that’s why I get nervous…” Derrick whispered now,
“around girls with big tits. My mom and sister both
have huge jugs, man. God, and Shelly’s best friend
Cathy was enormous up top. I’m serious, I got
tickle-tortured just about every day. I get so that I
see a girl like that and I automatically think of
getting tortured. Don’t tell anybody, ok. About the
women or how ticklish I am, ok?”

Ryan reached over and grabbed Derrick’s stomach and
squeezed. Derrick doubled over on the couch and
wailed in ticklish anguish. A few people noticed.

“NO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO! HO HO HO HO HO HO HO! QUIT
IT MAN!”

“OK, OK, I’ll stop. Man, you are bad off! Ha ha ha
ha ha!”

“God, I’m so ticklish. I can’t take it. You think
that’s bad…

Finally, the doorbell rang. Ryan’s uncle answered the
door, and in walked the Childers’ family. Michelle,
her sister Helga and her mother Nora.

Meanwhile, the two guys sat their, drinking, laughing
and watching television while the adults and kids
played and prepared food. It was a very large house,
and there may well have been over 50 people there.

Derrick was disappointed. “Man, she’s fat!” Ryan was
shocked. How could she have gotten so huge?

Indeed, with her bulky gray overcoat hanging off her
the way it did, Michelle looked like she wore a woolen
moo-moo. Her face was full, and still quite
beautiful. She had such strong Nordic features and
long blonde hair; that had not changed.

Ryan’s uncle greeted Michelle and she started to take
off her coat. Derrick and Ryan’s eyes almost popped
out of their heads. As she twisted to remove her
coat, it was shockingly obvious that Michelle was not
fat at all. She had enormous, gargantuan, bulging,
bouncing breasts. Breasts that distended her
clothing. Breasts that practically took flight as she
twisted and moved.

Derrick and Ryan stared at her, then each other for a
second. Then back at her. Michelle dressed in very,
very loose clothing to try and conceal the true nature
of her figure. She wore a very baggy red sweater
(appropriate for Christmas) and dark brown pants.
They
were stunned, truly stunned by her beautiful face and
comic-book like figure.

Michelle stood at 5’8”. Her ribcage measured 36” in
diameter, her waist 24” and her hips 36”. Judging by
her virtually ideal measurements alone, she would have
been quite impressive. Each breast looked like a
cross between a champion-caliber watermelon and a
beach-ball. Extending almost three feet in front of
her, a good five inches beyond the sides of her
armpits and easily 18” from bottom to top, Michelle’s
left and right breast each weighed about 50lbs. And
with every move she made, they jiggled and bounced as
if they had lives of their own.

The other women were equally captivating. Michelle’s
sister (unfortunately named Helga) and mother (Nora)
enter. Helga was a stunning beauty, a swimsuit model.
Nora was attractive for an older woman, kind of a
blonde Sophia Loren who, coincidentally, wore a
JJ-sized bra. Several traits ran in the family –
beauty, extreme bustiness and terrible ticklishness.

Derrick had met his match. He stared this particular
phobia directly in the face. Or more specifically the
chest.

Michelle crossed the entryway into the main room, out
of their sight to talk to other people. Ryan and
Derrick had a chance to talk.

“Are…are they real?” Derrick asked. His throat had a
lump in it.

“I don’t know…how could they…I’ve never seen…man oh
man…”

She walked into the dining area, quickly catching
sight of Ryan. Of course, her breasts knocked into
the doorway and just about everything else. Michelle
was a clumsy person. Anyway, she smiled at him and
waved. Her Nordic features lent themselves to a
slight red flushing of her cheeks. Derrick was
enchanted. As she waved, her bulging bosom bounced up
and down a few times. Her sweater was not
form-fitting – it hung around and below her midriff.
Derrick almost panicked.

Then, as Michelle moved toward the appetizer table to
pick up a salmon roll, some unknown relative crossed
her path. He and Michelle spoke jovially for a
second. Then, as he left, Derrick could have sworn he
heard the man say “so, are you still ticklish?”
Nevertheless, it was demonstrated. The man whipped
around, reached below Michelle’s bosom and squeezed
her belly.

Michelle danced and wiggled, if only for a second.
The display almost made Derrick go into shock.
Michelle screamed. “No! Don’t!” And as she jerked
and twisted to her right, her right breast leapt into
the air, while her left breast wobbled downward. Her
sweater did quite a jig, and what it revealed was
surprising.

Michelle wasn’t fat at all, no sir. She had
impossibly large breasts, but her midsection was very
strong and well defined. Derrick and Ryan were
amazed, but they should not have been. Any person who
had to bear such an upper-body burden would have to be
quite strong.

In any event, with her ponderous breasts flying
through the air, Michelle shrieked. “OH! No-ho ho!
Don’t do that to me! I’ll be rolling around on the
floor!” Michelle escaped that quite handily. Then,
shock upon shock, Michelle came over to them.

“Well, scoot over guys, give me some room!” Derrick
and Ryan parted so Michelle could sit between them.
Ryan introduced Derrick, and Michelle twisted so that
she could shake his hand. He was stunned by just how
pretty her face was. Had she not carried such a
topheavy burden, she easily could have been a model or
actress. Then, for almost 15 minutes, Ryan and
Michelle caught up on their respective lives. Derrick
sat there, staring at her. Her long, braided blonde
hair, her slightly flushed cheeks and her oversized
breasts wrapped in their red sweater captivated him.

Derrick’s heart beat wildly. He stared at the busty
beauty. Seated as she was, her breasts looked like
two bean-bag seats draped across her lap. They
extended all the way to her knees and occupied her
entire torso. Every time she spoke, shifted, or
(especially) laughed, her breasts rippled and jiggled
in response. It was evident through her sweater,
easily.

Finally, Derrick was overwhelmed. He was sweating,
but he had to know. “Look, I’m sorry, but, Michelle,
are your…are they…”

Michelle had encountered this question enough to know
what was coming. “Yes, Derrick,” she said without the
least hint of derision, “my breasts are real. There’s
a peculiar gene that runs in my family. It causes
runaway breast development. My grandmother was the
same way”.

Ryan was a little offended. “Derrick, man, don’t talk
about that! Michelle’s my cousin! Now, if you want
to know something about Michelle, well…” Ryan poked
Michelle’s right side.

Michelle shrieked and jumped. Her breasts followed a
delayed reaction, jumping and wobbling a second after
the fact. Ryan explained, “what you need to know is
that Michelle is ticklish!”

“Oh, Michelle, your sides are still ticklish!
Cootchie!” Ryan grabbed her right side. He was
surprised at just how tight and muscular she felt.
Quite a contrast to her enormous, fatty bosom.
Nevertheless, Michelle howled with laughter at the
tickling touch. Her face reddened and her mouth
formed a wide-open “O” shape.

“EEE! HA HA HA HA HA HA! OH NO! RYAN NO! HA HA HA HA
HA!”

Derrick couldn’t help himself. He gave her left side
a quick poke. Michelle chortled and jerked to her
right away from the tickling finger. “OH GOD NOT
THERE!” Derrick had trouble seeing exactly where
“there” was. Michelle’s breasts practically exploded
into flight once she started wriggling from the
tickling. Still, he tried again.

“What, you mean here?” He grabbed at Michelle’s left
side, just above her hip. It really surprised him
that a woman with literally 100 pounds of mammary
glands could have such a lean, strong (yet ticklish)
waist. Michelle acted as if shot once he grabbed her.

“AIEE! HA HA HA HA HA! OH NO! HA HA HA!" Michelle’s
raucous, loud laughter started to generate looks from
other party-goers. Both the men and women had trouble
taking their eyes off the gorgeous, buxom beauty.
Especially once she shook and trembled from the
tickling and her turret-style chest went in motion.

Ryan was enjoying the show. Watching his attractive
cousin jerk and twist while tickled was amusing to
him. It wasn’t sexual; to him, watching her
mountain-sized breasts bounce within her sweater was
humorous.

Derrick, however, had a different take. He grabbed
Michelle just above her hip. Apparently, it was a
terribly, terribly ticklish spot. She jerked
violently towards Ryan to get away. In response, her
breasts swayed left. Right onto Derrick. Suddenly,
the boy who was nervous around women with big breasts
had 100 pounds worth of breast-flesh on top of him.

“No! Get’em off me! Get off! Get off!” Oddly
enough, Derrick tried to free himself. He grabbed and
pushed Michelle’s gigantic, heavy left breast,
desperately trying to get it off of him. He wasn’t
prepared for what happened next. As he pushed and
prodded, Michelle’s laughter became extraordinarily
loud.

“AH-HANO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOT THERE!
HAHAHAHAHAHANO!”

Michelle’s face quickly became red from just having
her middle tickled, but the second her breast was
touched, her face practically became purple.
Michelle’s ticklish bosom was her most closely-guarded
secret. The tickling sensation was so forceful she
let loose just a little bit or urine. She writhed to
escape, but weakened from the laughter as she was, her
only option was to slide down off the sofa onto the
floor. To Michelle, anything was preferable to having
her breasts tickled. Her mother had warned her,
though, that this sort of thing would always happen to
her unless she could learn to control her sensitivity.


Ryan and Derrick were so surprised by her violent
reaction to tickling. But, they were even more
surprised by Michelle’s position on the floor. She
had fallen to the floor, but her legs had shot beneath
the coffee table. Her head was supported by the lower
part of the couch, but her magnificent, fleshy breasts
stood in the air (supported by her custom bra),
wobbling and undulating like beach-balls filled with
gelatin.

Michelle breathed heavily, and her bosom quivered with
her heaving lungs. “Oh, gosh, you can’t do that to me
again. I can’t stand tickling. I’m just too
ticklish, everywhere, please don’t AH!”

Michelle’s vision was obscured by her own globular,
swollen breasts. She didn’t see her sister Helga, but
Helga knew that laughter. She’d walked over to
Michelle and given her a quick jab to the ribs.

No question about it, Helga was gorgeous. 5’9”, long,
straight blond hair, a voluptuous body (38-24-34)
amazingly long legs and E-cup breasts, the 25 year old
was a successful swimsuit model, beer spokesperson
(she’d appeared in several Coor’s Lite commercials”.
Helga wore a plain white undershirt tucked into her
jeans. The combination of her figure and attire was
very alluring.

“Hey, you guys found out Michelle’s ticklish! Well,
let me show you where…”

“NO HELGA DON’T AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!”
Helga sat just to Michelle’s left side and started
squeezing her sides. Michelle broke out into
hysterical laughter, accompanied by shaking, twisting
and breasts flying everywhere. Helga’s younger sister
was in a spot of trouble, prone, legs trapped beneath
a table and her rather mischievous sister showing the
two young men where and how to tickle her. The other
party guests were starting to laugh at Michelle’s
predicatment.

“Michelle’s so ticklish, she can’t stop laughing! Oh,
poor ticklish girl, ha ha ha! Oh, you’re not gonna
pee in your pants are you! Ha ha ha!”

Michelle’s face had a tortured look as she kept
laughing and squirming. “HA HA HA HA HA! STOP! HA
HA HA HA HA HA HA! OH! AAAHHH! HELP! TICKLE HER!
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! OH GOD! AHHH!” Michelle was
in a state of ticklish agony. Helga kept tickling
Michelle’s delicate sides, and Michelle was desperate
to get rid of her. On her own, she never would have
dared to tickle Helga back – Michelle was so much more
ticklish Helga could have tickled her to death.
Still, she knew her sister had a few bad spots.

Ryan always had a bit of a crush on Helga. While
Derrick was oddly paralyzed with fear (he was sweating
profusely) at the sight of the beautiful, busty women,
Ryan had no trouble going to the floor. “Are you
ticklish Helga?” He grabbed the sexy woman around her
waist and squeezed. Helga shrieked and rolled away
from Michelle.

“EEEE! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE! OH NO! NOT ME! EEEE HEE
HEE!”

Michelle gasped and coughed. She wrapped her arms
around her own breasts to control the shaking and
bouncing. Derrick stared at the two women. Ryan quit
tickling Helga and the 4 laughed for a second.

Derrick finally spoke. “Why are you guys so
ticklish?”

Helga giggled. “I don’t look like a guy to you do I?
Oh, we get it from Mom, I’m sure. She’s deathly
ticklish. I’m pretty sensitive around my waist, but
nobody is as bad as Michelle!” Helga poked Michelle’s
belly, forcing another burst of laughter from her
voluptuous sister.

“Hey, Michelle,” Helga teased. “Hey, Michelle, are
your feet ticklish?” Helga knew the answer. Helga’s
feet were ticklish, her mother’s feet were criminally
sensitive, but of the three women, Michelle had the
most ticklish feet. Ryan saw Michelle’s feet sticking
out from beneath the table. “I bet you can’t move
your legs, huh?” Helga rolled around to Michelle’s
feet, pinned beneath the table. She removed her shoes
and socks and Michelle panicked. It was worse because
she couldn’t see over her own bosom.

“NO! NO! NO! PLEASE DON’T! PLEASE! STOP! NO!
DON:T! RYAN HELP! NO! NO! AAHH! HA HA HA HA HA
HA! OH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!

Fingers ran across her sensitive soles, and another
small burst of urine passed. Helga tormented both of
her sister’s feet. Helga knew just how ticklish
Michelle’s feet were. When they were kids, Helga
routinely sat on Michelle’s legs and tickle-tortured
her feet. Michelle’s face was twisted in a ticklish
expression of incredulity. She knew she was trapped.

“OH! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
HA! AH!”

Michelle’s voice became higher in pitch and more
desperate. Every fingernail stroking across her
heels, arches and toes brought forth such furious
laughter. She hated having her bosom quake the way it
did, but such violent laughter and her inevitable,
uncontrollable jerking made that happen. Michelle
felt like her bladder would burst.

“PLEASE! HA HA HA! STOP! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! AH
HA HA HA HA!”

Helga laughed. “Hey guys, do you want to know where
Michelle is most ticklish?”

“HELGA! STOP IT!”. Michelle and Helga’s mother,
Nora, shouted out to stop the tickling. “You know how
ticklish she is! You can’t do that to her!” Helga
stopped tickling Michelle’s feet. Derrick suddenly
found he had an enormous erection as he stared at
Nora, or more specifically her chest. Nora wore a
green Christmas sweater and black pants. As she
shouted at Helga, Nora’s own noticeably large breasts
pulled and yanked their way inside her own sweater.

Michelle was crying just a little bit. For her, even
at the age of 20, being pinned and tickled just
reminded her of the majority of her childhood. She
was so terribly ticklish – it was too easy a weakness
to exploit.

“Helga, don’t you dare say where…”. Nora felt sorry
for Michelle. She certainly knew how difficult it
could be. So ticklish, so easily rendered helpless,
so sensitive in a certain area…Nora was similar to
Michelle. For whatever reason, Helga didn’t inherit
the characteristic of having ticklish breasts. But,
Nora had inherited that from her mother, and now
Michelle had the same problem.

Helga stood up and smiled. “You just don’t want
people to know about your…”

“You mean that Nora’s ticklish! Cootchie cootchie
cootchie!” Brandon, a 50-year-old man of some
uncertain relation to the family, certainly knew Nora
was ticklish. He walked up from behind and gave Nora
a fast and vigorous rib-rub. Nora jerked very hard,
virtually unable to laugh. Her breasts flung into the
air, and Nora wiggled her way to the ground. Nora was
about 46 years old and had been tickle-tortured
throughout most of those years. She absolutely
dreaded being tickled, and was always sorry that her
youngest daughter inherited her unusual shape and
awful weakness.

Brandon fell down with Nora, maintaining his assault
on her susceptible ribs and belly. Nora’s belly was
one of her worst spots. She had a cackling laugh, and
so long as Brandon prodded, rubbed and jabbed her
torso, she wriggled wildly on the floor, laughing and
screaming. Her plump breasts flew like basketballs in
a hurricane. It was tremendously uncomfortable and
embarrassing for the older, busty lady.

Helga directed Ryan and Derrick. “Ryan, if you keep
at Michelle’s feet, I’ll tell Derrick something he’d
like to know”.

“NO HELGA! DON’T! PLEASE! PLEASE NOT THAT! OH NO!
EEEEEE!” Michelle’s feet twitched uncontrollably
while Ryan massaged and stroked her soles.

Helga leaned over to Derrick, just noticing the small
wet spot on his pants. She whispered to him. “If you
touch her boobs, she’ll die laughing. That’s where
she’s most ticklish. If you brush one of her
nipples…well, you’ll see”.

Derrick thought his heart was going to leap through
his chest. Michelle jerked and turned on the floor.
Her mother’s manic laughter was unnerving. She fought
as hard as she could to stop laughing in response to
the foot-tickling, but couldn’t do it. Tears poured
from her eyes. Then, she felt a finger prod her left
breast.

“EEEEEE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
UUH!”

Michelle’s bulging,jiggling breasts were extremely,
extremely ticklish. Her mother was very much the same
way. Michelle remembered how her mother told her,
back when Michelle was young (at age 13 Michelle
already wore an F-cup bra) how Michelle should never
let anybody know about her weakness, how a beautiful,
large-breasted woman who was deathly ticklish on her
“assets” could be easily tormented and how when Nora
was younger she herself had several awful tickling
experiences. Helga wasn’t nearly as supportive.
Sure, she had very ticklish sides and feet, but Helga
got a great sense of power out of being able to not
only tickle her younger, bustier sister to wit’s end
but also her mother.

Nora screamed and jiggled on the floor. Michelle
laughed as if possessed by demons. The combination of
having her feet and breasts simultaneously tickled was
too much. Then, Derrick brushed a nipple. The
tickling sensation shot through Michelle’s entire
body. She couldn’t laugh. This was the moment she
always dreaded, and the moment Nora hoped to spare.
Michelle lost control of her bladder, and as the tears
coated her sweaty face, she had an orgasm.

Derrick and Ryan quit tickling Michelle, and Brandon
quit tickling Nora. Nora ran to the bathroom, while
Michelle rolled over, exhausted. Derrick was
practically in a coma. She stared at Michelle’s
breasts as they continued to vibrate. He reached out
and poked one, causing Michelle to scream violently.

“Now, Derrick,”, Helga asked. “Are you ticklish?”
She grabbed his belly, making Derrick scream. “NO!
Please don’t get me! OH!” Helga squeezed Derrick’s
left knee.

“Ooh, you’re a real ticklish boy!”

“No, I’m not really, so don’t OH! OH HO HO HO HO HO
HO HO!” Helga sat on top of Derrick as quickly as
possible. She pinched his sides. Michelle summoned
the energy to grab at his feet. When Nora emerged
from the bathroom, she joined in the fun, tickling the
squirming Derrick under his arms. In a flash, he had
the three attractive women pinning him down and
tickling him. He screamed like the world was coming
to an end.

Brandon had a question. “Why’s he suffering so much?
Heck, I think most guys would like a bunch of
big-breasted women fooling with him?”

“I think he’s about to pee on himself!”, Helga
shouted. The three women tickled his feet, his ribs,
his underarms and belly. Derrick twisted and turned
on the floor. His face explained exactly what he was
feeling. Six hands prodded his sensitive spots. Six
very large breasts brushed and pounded against him.
He finally knew what Michelle and Nora both knew: the
embarrassment of being tickled to orgasm.
 
I love your stories Grolsch your truly one of my favourite writers. Unfortunatley you forgot to put a M/m warning on the subject title and the begining of the story came as a rather nasty shock, just not my thing.

This is off topic, I don't know if you noticed but I nominated 'Flora tricked and tickled' for a Golden Feather as the best fictional tickle tale of 2003. :D
 
Oh dear Lord, you people see a paragraph about m/m tickling even in a playful situation and you would think that someone strapped you to a chair and watch midget pedophilia amputee beastiality snuff films. And what if he had put that there was m/m tickling you more then likly would have skipped the story over, potentially missing a great story, if your opinion sways you to think that. *puts away his soapbox* Btw EXCELLENT Story, as they always are keep up the good work.


Sometimes I feel like I understand the fall of man better then anyone else.
 
I'm sorry what?

I don't mean to turn this thread into a crap flingling contest by any means but who are you to come on here and start attacking me?

So I don't like M/M tickling? Yes I would have skipped the entire story had I known it was in the story but you'll also note I mentioned Grolsch is one of my favourite writers. I even nominated his 'Flora tricked and tickled' for a Golden Feather award.

In my post I clearly stated 'Just not my thing'. You'd hardly want to enter reading a story and suddenly find it was about donkey rape now would you? Or something that simply doesn't appeal to you.

In future it would be appreciated if you'd not spout off about others preferences seeing as you, or anyone else for that matter, have absolutley no right to do so.

Cheers.
 
Great story!! Id like to read more like this!Pleaseelaborate on the f/m a little more!
 
Perhaps "warning" is a little strong, but then I don't mind m-m, especially playful. I think adding that to the pairings note would be sufficient.

The dialogue is quite realistic, especially in the setup & playful tickling. I love the "HO HO HO," a perfect capture of a kind of laughter that's not HEEHEE or HAHA. :)

Connecting big-breasted women to be tickled tortured due to a family thing is also precious, and the later mob mentality of a family and friends converging on a tickle victim... priceless. :D

Is it as easy for a guy to be tickled to orgasm as a girl? I've never had the pleasure. ;)
 
Ya, I read this one with amused interest too--I'm not massive but at 40D, still a pretty big girl and super sensitive all over. I'm new to the scene and dying to find out if I can be tickled to orgasm. Unlike the girl in the story, I wouldn't be ashamed about it at all! I'd worship any guy that could pull it off--name your price boys...God,I'm such a slut <gg>
 
steph said:
Ya, I read this one with amused interest too--I'm not massive but at 40D, still a pretty big girl and super sensitive all over. I'm new to the scene and dying to find out if I can be tickled to orgasm. Unlike the girl in the story, I wouldn't be ashamed about it at all! I'd worship any guy that could pull it off--name your price boys...God,I'm such a slut <gg>

I don't suppose your planning a trip to New Zealand any time soon? :D
 
TM

Aw, TM--you're such a cutie!!!
Well if I did, would we get to act out that story together??
<giggles>

(damn, where the HELL is my credit card!) Hey, does anyone out there know the 1-880 for TWA??
XOXO
 
Re: TM

steph said:
Aw, TM--you're such a cutie!!!
Well if I did, would we get to act out that story together??
<giggles>



Not just that story...:D
 
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh, do tell sir....
 
oh yeah baby

<gg> I do kind of tend to dominate these things, don't I?? I hope the girls will all forgive me. I really am I sweetheart...XOXO
 
Thanks for the feedback, and especially thanks to TickleMantis for the nomination for the "Flora, etc" story! It's nice to be thought of that way. Sorry for no "m/m warning", but I really didn't even think about it since it was meant in a very slight, joking way. But, to each his or her own, right!

Anyway, I'm glad some people liked this one. The characters from different story lines (Michelle, Flora, Diane and Lauren) are still forthcoming, but life is such that my writing time is pretty scarce now!

Still working,

G.
 
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