twofortickle
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... It's been a restless night for the man... He can't settle. . He wants her to be around when he wakes up.. But he's unsure she will.... The lady comes when she wants to and his apprehension is heightened by that knowledge... He just has to wait.... Every minute seems like 30... He's waiting for a sound... A shadow to appear.. He's reliving how she left him.. Marking her territory by digging her black nails into his belly .....
He can hear the wind outside... The curtain blows.... and there she is.. Standing in the dark shadows for his bedroom.. .... He wants to speak... Move. .. But he dare not.... She may just be here to watch over him... Her standing over him.. peering at him.... Its a show of dominance on her part... He's excited by that fact......he just remains still... He can hear her breathing as he becomes heavy with anticipation.....
..... He's not restrained today... He wonders why or even if she will.... He closes his eyes and waits for her to make her move.......
... The bed covers begin to move.... He can sense something is going to happen.... He feels his body become exposed to the cold but he doesn't care.... His excitement will keep him warm now......
......he feels something......
.... It's traveling up the back of his legs.... It's soft... Not her hand but a feather maybe.... Or a cotton bud... He's not sure.... But she is in control... So he dare not ask....
She's quiet.. And even though it's dark... He senses she is smiling.... As she holds all the cards in this game... Only she knows what's coming next.....
The thing stops at the backs of the man's knees... He has slid his legs upwards on the sheet leaving his knees in the air.... She stops for a few seconds.... His breathing stops... He hears her laugh....
She starts to tickle the backs of the man's knees... She climbs on top of him... Her back facing him... He can see the outline of her bum... She claps her legs tightly around him to restrict his movement as her hands dig deeply into the back of his knees.... He's thrashing around... But she doesn't stop... His legs go straight but her hands are underneath him... He wants to grab her but he has clasped the bed frame with his hands....
He's lost in the moment... Shrieks of laughter come from him as his body tries to twist and turn... The lady holds firm and continues the tickling assault.... Its a prolonged attack.... The man can barely catch his breath from his own laughter... She suddenly halts.....
... She's changing tactics... She grabs a feather and slowly caresses his legs with it.... He slows down his laughter and his thoughts turn to exotic stocking.. His eyes are shut tight... This is a different experience... The lady I'd gentle.. He likes it.....
.. But as quick as it stopped.... It begins again... She is still straddling him.... She moves down on him... She is grabbing his feet... His legs are closed tight from her weight... She is now tickling his feet with ferocity... He stills bolt upright... For a minute he wants to grab her but he knows if he does it will end.... His laughter is loud as she goes from one foot to the other..... She doesn't stop... He's getting excited but it's not a sexual desire... Its a torture desire.....
....the man can barely catch his breath... He's hot and sweaty... For a moment he thinks about his wife... The husband knows his wife likes to make him sweat......
....... The lady stops.....
... She removes herself from him..... The only sound is the sound of the man's breathing... It's loud... He's still grinning... He needs some time to come down from this high... He shuts his eyes and lays still... He pulls the bedding back over him.....its only a moment he thinks... But when he opens up his eyes again.... The lady has gone.... He smiles in the knowledge that she has paid him another visit.... Will she come again... He thinks.... But only the lady will decide on that one......
..... To be continued........
He can hear the wind outside... The curtain blows.... and there she is.. Standing in the dark shadows for his bedroom.. .... He wants to speak... Move. .. But he dare not.... She may just be here to watch over him... Her standing over him.. peering at him.... Its a show of dominance on her part... He's excited by that fact......he just remains still... He can hear her breathing as he becomes heavy with anticipation.....
..... He's not restrained today... He wonders why or even if she will.... He closes his eyes and waits for her to make her move.......
... The bed covers begin to move.... He can sense something is going to happen.... He feels his body become exposed to the cold but he doesn't care.... His excitement will keep him warm now......
......he feels something......
.... It's traveling up the back of his legs.... It's soft... Not her hand but a feather maybe.... Or a cotton bud... He's not sure.... But she is in control... So he dare not ask....
She's quiet.. And even though it's dark... He senses she is smiling.... As she holds all the cards in this game... Only she knows what's coming next.....
The thing stops at the backs of the man's knees... He has slid his legs upwards on the sheet leaving his knees in the air.... She stops for a few seconds.... His breathing stops... He hears her laugh....
She starts to tickle the backs of the man's knees... She climbs on top of him... Her back facing him... He can see the outline of her bum... She claps her legs tightly around him to restrict his movement as her hands dig deeply into the back of his knees.... He's thrashing around... But she doesn't stop... His legs go straight but her hands are underneath him... He wants to grab her but he has clasped the bed frame with his hands....
He's lost in the moment... Shrieks of laughter come from him as his body tries to twist and turn... The lady holds firm and continues the tickling assault.... Its a prolonged attack.... The man can barely catch his breath from his own laughter... She suddenly halts.....
... She's changing tactics... She grabs a feather and slowly caresses his legs with it.... He slows down his laughter and his thoughts turn to exotic stocking.. His eyes are shut tight... This is a different experience... The lady I'd gentle.. He likes it.....
.. But as quick as it stopped.... It begins again... She is still straddling him.... She moves down on him... She is grabbing his feet... His legs are closed tight from her weight... She is now tickling his feet with ferocity... He stills bolt upright... For a minute he wants to grab her but he knows if he does it will end.... His laughter is loud as she goes from one foot to the other..... She doesn't stop... He's getting excited but it's not a sexual desire... Its a torture desire.....
....the man can barely catch his breath... He's hot and sweaty... For a moment he thinks about his wife... The husband knows his wife likes to make him sweat......
....... The lady stops.....
... She removes herself from him..... The only sound is the sound of the man's breathing... It's loud... He's still grinning... He needs some time to come down from this high... He shuts his eyes and lays still... He pulls the bedding back over him.....its only a moment he thinks... But when he opens up his eyes again.... The lady has gone.... He smiles in the knowledge that she has paid him another visit.... Will she come again... He thinks.... But only the lady will decide on that one......
..... To be continued........
