shytickler
TMF Poster
- Joined
- Jun 7, 2003
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The Weather Report (M/F, upper body, sexual themes)
Blink. Blink. Awake.
Aleece stared at the ceiling. She could hear the radio in the background and the sound of dishes as Tommy cooked in the kitchen. It smelled like he was making his famous chocolate chip pancakes. She liked the paint color that they had chosen for the walls. It went well with their bedding. She smiled and yawned, or at least, she tried to. Her wrists and ankles wouldn’t move. Tommy had tied her up again while she was sleeping. She wondered for how long their bedding would stay clean.
She slumped back down into the mattress. “Tommy!” she yelled.
“Coming dear!” he yelled back.
She heard the sound of his footsteps on the carpet slowly pad up the stairs, down the hallway, and into their bedroom.
“Did you do this?” she asked, grinning.
“Do what?” he replied innocently as he sat down on the bed.
Aleece just glared at him.
“Now honey, you know that we’re going camping tomorrow, and I thought that we should be prepared, so I think we should go over the weather report for the next few days” said Tommy.
Aleece’s eyes bugged out at him. She knew what “the weather report” meant.
Tommy picked up the TV remote off of the nightstand and pointed it at the TV, pressing the power button. The screen turned on with a soft pop. Tommy flicked the remote buttons until he arrived at the weather channel, then he muted the sound, and set the remote down.
Aleece’s eyes darted from the remote to the TV, from the TV to the remote, watching his hands.
Tommy grasped the edge of the cover draping Aleece’s body.
Aleece’s eyes looked at him, begging, pleading.
Tommy slowly began dragging the cover sheet downward, over her collarbone, then past her breasts, over her tummy, finally letting it come to rest against her hips.
Aleece felt the goosebumps ripple down her body, following the path of the cover, as each new inch of her skin was exposed.
Tommy stared at the TV, watching the young weather woman in her tight skirt and sleeveless blouse, as she soundlessly pointed and gesticulated at the national weather map. “Hmmm” Tommy mused, “it looks like there is a long front pushing its way across the south…”
He placed a fingertip on her right hip and slowly dragged it across the curve of her lower belly to her left hip.
Aleece grinned helplessly, turning her head to the side to look away from him, desperately trying not to let him see her smile, not to let him know that he was winning.
“And it looks like there is a possibility of tornadoes in the Midwest” Tommy continued.
Aleece’s mind franticly thought about what he meant by “tornado”, and then it hit her, and she gasped audibly. Tornado. Swirling. Relentless swirling.
Tommy’s finger touched down on Aleece’s belly just below her bellybutton. “Do you know if tornado’s in the northern hemisphere are clockwise?” he asked as his finger circled her navel in a slow clockwise swirl.
Aleece arched up off the bed, her face contorted in a huge grin, her neck muscles straining, her biceps pulling hard at her restraints, her body shaking with soundless laughter.
“Or are they counter-clockwise?” Tommy continued his query, stopping his finger, and then rotating it around her navel in the opposite direction.
The power of sound came rushing back to Aleece, as she threw her head back and howled with delight.
“AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! AHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”
“I wonder what’s going on in the northeast this week…” Tommy continued to think out loud. “Looks like some light breezes.” He leaned his face over her left nipple and softly blew onto its stiffened tip.
Even though normally this would feel quite nice and soothing, Aleece giggled helplessly in her heightened state of arousal. “Pleehehehehase, Tohohohohmeehehehe!!”
“What about the great pacific northwest…” Tommy continued. “Looks like a fair bit of rain. Pretty wet.”
Aleece’s eyes flew open at the word “wet”.
Tommy leaned over her right nipple and began flicking its tip with his tongue.
Aleece struggled and thrashed, tossing her head from side to side, finally stopping to erupt with peals of helpless laughter.
“AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!” she bellowed.
Tommy noticed that Aleece was starting to give him flashes of “that look” out of the corner of her eye. He smiled and adjusted his position a little lower. “And let’s see what might be in store for us way down south coming out of the Gulf of Mexico…”
Aleece shut her eyes, grinned, and relaxed into the mattress.
Tommy’s fingernail traced down the center line of her body, starting at her chest, gliding down between her breasts, down the center line of her tummy, dipping into her navel, continuing down her lower tummy, and lastly disappearing under the covers that remained at Aleece’s hip level.
Aleece giggled helplessly as the finger seemed to trace the center line of her existence.
“Eeehehehehheeheheehahaahahahah”.
“What about cyclones, honey? Do cyclones turn clockwise in the Gulf of Mexico?” Tommy asked teasingly, as his fingertip began to circle Aleece’s swollen clit.
Aleece’s head instantly thrashed to the side facing Tommy, her face contorted into a huge grimace, her eyes shut tight, her hips moving up and down.
“Or do they turn… counter-clockwise?” Tommy's finger reverse its direction on her bare, throbbing clit.
Aleece thrashed her head side to side, aggressively pounding her hips up and down into the mattress, letting out guttural moans mixed with giggles.
“Unnnn….unnn…Tom….hehehehe…unnNNNMMMM”.
Tommy’s finger continued to swirl clockwise, then counter-clockwise, on her clit, and occasionally he would mix in a poke to her ribs, or a tickle in her bellybutton, or a suckle at one of her nipples. At last, Aleece went to her very happy place, arching up off the bed to scream and shudder through her climax. She sank back down happily into the mattress.
“You’re doing the laundry,” she said.
The End
Blink. Blink. Awake.
Aleece stared at the ceiling. She could hear the radio in the background and the sound of dishes as Tommy cooked in the kitchen. It smelled like he was making his famous chocolate chip pancakes. She liked the paint color that they had chosen for the walls. It went well with their bedding. She smiled and yawned, or at least, she tried to. Her wrists and ankles wouldn’t move. Tommy had tied her up again while she was sleeping. She wondered for how long their bedding would stay clean.
She slumped back down into the mattress. “Tommy!” she yelled.
“Coming dear!” he yelled back.
She heard the sound of his footsteps on the carpet slowly pad up the stairs, down the hallway, and into their bedroom.
“Did you do this?” she asked, grinning.
“Do what?” he replied innocently as he sat down on the bed.
Aleece just glared at him.
“Now honey, you know that we’re going camping tomorrow, and I thought that we should be prepared, so I think we should go over the weather report for the next few days” said Tommy.
Aleece’s eyes bugged out at him. She knew what “the weather report” meant.
Tommy picked up the TV remote off of the nightstand and pointed it at the TV, pressing the power button. The screen turned on with a soft pop. Tommy flicked the remote buttons until he arrived at the weather channel, then he muted the sound, and set the remote down.
Aleece’s eyes darted from the remote to the TV, from the TV to the remote, watching his hands.
Tommy grasped the edge of the cover draping Aleece’s body.
Aleece’s eyes looked at him, begging, pleading.
Tommy slowly began dragging the cover sheet downward, over her collarbone, then past her breasts, over her tummy, finally letting it come to rest against her hips.
Aleece felt the goosebumps ripple down her body, following the path of the cover, as each new inch of her skin was exposed.
Tommy stared at the TV, watching the young weather woman in her tight skirt and sleeveless blouse, as she soundlessly pointed and gesticulated at the national weather map. “Hmmm” Tommy mused, “it looks like there is a long front pushing its way across the south…”
He placed a fingertip on her right hip and slowly dragged it across the curve of her lower belly to her left hip.
Aleece grinned helplessly, turning her head to the side to look away from him, desperately trying not to let him see her smile, not to let him know that he was winning.
“And it looks like there is a possibility of tornadoes in the Midwest” Tommy continued.
Aleece’s mind franticly thought about what he meant by “tornado”, and then it hit her, and she gasped audibly. Tornado. Swirling. Relentless swirling.
Tommy’s finger touched down on Aleece’s belly just below her bellybutton. “Do you know if tornado’s in the northern hemisphere are clockwise?” he asked as his finger circled her navel in a slow clockwise swirl.
Aleece arched up off the bed, her face contorted in a huge grin, her neck muscles straining, her biceps pulling hard at her restraints, her body shaking with soundless laughter.
“Or are they counter-clockwise?” Tommy continued his query, stopping his finger, and then rotating it around her navel in the opposite direction.
The power of sound came rushing back to Aleece, as she threw her head back and howled with delight.
“AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! AHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”
“I wonder what’s going on in the northeast this week…” Tommy continued to think out loud. “Looks like some light breezes.” He leaned his face over her left nipple and softly blew onto its stiffened tip.
Even though normally this would feel quite nice and soothing, Aleece giggled helplessly in her heightened state of arousal. “Pleehehehehase, Tohohohohmeehehehe!!”
“What about the great pacific northwest…” Tommy continued. “Looks like a fair bit of rain. Pretty wet.”
Aleece’s eyes flew open at the word “wet”.
Tommy leaned over her right nipple and began flicking its tip with his tongue.
Aleece struggled and thrashed, tossing her head from side to side, finally stopping to erupt with peals of helpless laughter.
“AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!” she bellowed.
Tommy noticed that Aleece was starting to give him flashes of “that look” out of the corner of her eye. He smiled and adjusted his position a little lower. “And let’s see what might be in store for us way down south coming out of the Gulf of Mexico…”
Aleece shut her eyes, grinned, and relaxed into the mattress.
Tommy’s fingernail traced down the center line of her body, starting at her chest, gliding down between her breasts, down the center line of her tummy, dipping into her navel, continuing down her lower tummy, and lastly disappearing under the covers that remained at Aleece’s hip level.
Aleece giggled helplessly as the finger seemed to trace the center line of her existence.
“Eeehehehehheeheheehahaahahahah”.
“What about cyclones, honey? Do cyclones turn clockwise in the Gulf of Mexico?” Tommy asked teasingly, as his fingertip began to circle Aleece’s swollen clit.
Aleece’s head instantly thrashed to the side facing Tommy, her face contorted into a huge grimace, her eyes shut tight, her hips moving up and down.
“Or do they turn… counter-clockwise?” Tommy's finger reverse its direction on her bare, throbbing clit.
Aleece thrashed her head side to side, aggressively pounding her hips up and down into the mattress, letting out guttural moans mixed with giggles.
“Unnnn….unnn…Tom….hehehehe…unnNNNMMMM”.
Tommy’s finger continued to swirl clockwise, then counter-clockwise, on her clit, and occasionally he would mix in a poke to her ribs, or a tickle in her bellybutton, or a suckle at one of her nipples. At last, Aleece went to her very happy place, arching up off the bed to scream and shudder through her climax. She sank back down happily into the mattress.
“You’re doing the laundry,” she said.
The End
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