Johnny Pseudo
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Greetings, hello, and welcome. Some of you may know me by my handle over on Tickle Theater, but for those of you who don't, you will in time, I'm sure. Strange occurrence that the site is now down (either temporary or otherwise, I don't know) so I decided to mosey on over and share my works of literature with you all. Hopefully, you'll enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them. 
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An interesting story this one is, though to be fair, it's more of a reminisce of a few true occurences I had over the course of my time together with my last ex. It's not often I decide to write introspective stories, and I'm really not sure why I felt compelled to write this, but irregardless, here it is. Perhaps I'll be compelled to write a second part to this... who knows?
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My ex, ah, She'll probably haunt my memories until the end of time. Fair skinned, blonde hair, nice legs. She was, and still is a rather smart girl, and very attractive to boot. One of the best things about her was that she was a total kink. Another good thing was that she had rather cute feet, size 9's, with petite little toes. The kind that just scream “Please, tickle us!”, you know? Does any of this matter though? Well.. yeah, I think it probably does.
I remember when we had first hooked up, things got off to a rocky start, but soon leveled out. We found out we had much more in common than we first thought.
When we had first started getting intimate, we were both a bit inexperienced in the bondage field. It started out pretty casual, a little bit of rope, some duct tape, you know. Not enough to inibit having sex, but rather just make it interesting. Over time though, it grew, and we started becoming more comfortable pushing ourselves. Whether it was through a master/slave deal, or merely using bondage to get more pleasure out of sex, we did it. I can't begin to tell you how many times I got to tie this wonderful girl up, let alone enjoy when she did the same to me.
As far as I can recall, there were a lot of times where I was in the 'ler position. Whether she'd be spread eagle on the bed, or in some other sort of provocative position, I enjoyed it when I had free reign, to say the least. To me at least, it was more about the mind games I'd play with her, while using tickling as the medium to express them. I remember a time when she didn't like being tickled, but she eventually warmed up to it, enjoying it most of the time when I'd do it in the bedroom. I'd use it as a foreplay gimmick, you know? It would start casually; little remarks, or playfully tugging the socks off her toes while she would be laying on the bed. More often than not, her socks would wind up coming off clenched between my teeth, before I tossed them aside to nibble her toes, or lick up her soles. She'd giggle and moan whenever I used to suck on her toes, it was something I turned her onto that she always loved. As you can tell, I'm something of a foot-guy, so it worked both ways, I guess. Before long, toe licks and sole-tickles would invariably lead to my cock somehow finding it's way inside of her, much to her delight, as well as mine. I'm fairly certain that almost every time we had sex, there was always something different that would happen.
I really don't know what it was, but there was something so satisfying in tickling her. I remember telling her once when we were out and about that I aimed to become the best tickler in the world. She had thought I was messing around like I usually was, and maybe she was right. Her belief didn't stop me from tickling her hips though. She was one of those girls that just seemed to have be tickish all over. Shoulders, hips, sides, breasts, god, you think of a spot, and I guarantee she'd be ticklish there. I had really lucked out when I found her. Then again, I remember her telling me about how she had always wanted to be in that sort of position; had always wanted to have a boyfriend with a foot fetish too, so she could tease and torture him. That girl was damn good at teasing too.
One of my favorite memories of our love life was during the summertime one year. It was one of those hot days where you just wanted to chill out inside, avoid moving, and the like. She had come dressed in a pairy of daisy-dukes, baggy t-shirt, and a pair of her skimpy sandals. We sat around talking like usual, with me giving her a footrub like I always did. She was enjoying herself, relaxing while I rubbed her arches, and massaged her tootsies. Speaking of which, they were freshly painted just a day before (helps when you're an artist, I suppose) with one of, if not my most favorite color of polish, cyan blue. While the massage was going on, I snuck in a few tickles, which she didn't mind. Eventually, she could feel my member starting to press against my pants, due to the fact of she had a habit of flexing her toes back and forth while I massaged them. She gave me one of those devilish little smiles and began running the tips of her toes along my cock, teasing me and lightly skittering her nails along the soles of my own feet. To make a long story shorter, the massage went on, and eventually turned into one of our usual romps. I ended up bringing her inside the bedroom, and driving her down onto the bed. We both threw our clothes off, and I told her I'd tie her up, to which she didn't oblige.
This is where the story gets interesting, because I had bought a vibrator just a few weeks prior, and I decided to try something new with it. I brought most of the “toys” onto the bed, told her to lift her legs and clasp her hands together under her knees. I handcuffed her like that, and tied her legs together at the ankles, and once again at her big toes. The funny thing is, she started to ask what I was doing, but became quiet once she felt my rigid member pressing against her inner thigh. She was then blindfolded and gagged; which thusly prompted me to start teasing her. I tickled the lips of her womanhood with my index finger, all the while kissing along the heels of her feet.
With every peck, every subtle touch of my lips moving along her heels, up her soles, and finally ending along each perfectly painted toe, I could feel her starting to get wet. She shivered and made little moans out from behind the gag while I started to gently flick the tip of my finger against the small bud nestled behind her legs. This went on for a bit, with me just teasing her; all the while me planting small kisses around her feet and onto her toes. Deciding to take it up a notch, I finally slid my now very-throbbing cock inside of her, listening to her moans and squeals of delight.
In and out, in and out; the tempo changed several times, and went on for... well, I don't quite know exactly, but I know it was quite a while. Now, I fancy myself as being somewhat clever, and adventurous, so I decided to try something quite odd. I grabbed the small bottle of astroglide we had (which, by the way, is a much better alternative to baby oil, which we sometimes used prior) and expelled a small line about three inches long down each of her feet. I could hear her muffled cries when she felt the cool gel cascading down her soles, but those cries soon turned into more moans while I rubbed the stuff all over the bottoms of her feet, toes included. Now, your probably thinking that I just tickled her right? Well... yeah, of course I did. Removing the blindfold, I teased and taunted her before I started, watching as she tried to curl and wiggle her toes away from my searching fingers. Didn't work though, and in little time, I had turned her into a laughing, giggling, moaning mess.
Now, as for the odd part of all this, I picked up the vibrator that was laying next to us. I teased her some more and watched her reactions as I turned it on and began dragging it across the soles of her slick feet. I'll be honest, I wasn't sure how effective a vibrator would be as a tickling too, but that day, I found out. She screamed, and laughed her pretty little blonde head silly. What was really sexy was how she'd giggle and moan out when I turned the vibrator on high and drug it across the base of her toes, still sliding myself in and out of her.
I told her a lot of things that day; dirty, sexy little secrets of what I wanted to do with her. Things along the line of how cute she looked with that gag in her mouth while I was tickle-fucking her, how I know she was loving it (despite all the claims she'd usually make otherwise) etcetera etcetera. It was definitely an experience I won't forget. What I find most satisfying is after we were all done (after about an hour or so of tickling, and over the course of several orgasms for her) she told me it was one of the best sexual experiences she'd ever had.
The nice thing is, this is but one of many stories to be told, more details to be had, and believe me, they're just as good as this one.
… Of course, I could just leave the rest to your wicked imagination, now couldn't I?
- - -
An interesting story this one is, though to be fair, it's more of a reminisce of a few true occurences I had over the course of my time together with my last ex. It's not often I decide to write introspective stories, and I'm really not sure why I felt compelled to write this, but irregardless, here it is. Perhaps I'll be compelled to write a second part to this... who knows?
- - - - - -
My ex, ah, She'll probably haunt my memories until the end of time. Fair skinned, blonde hair, nice legs. She was, and still is a rather smart girl, and very attractive to boot. One of the best things about her was that she was a total kink. Another good thing was that she had rather cute feet, size 9's, with petite little toes. The kind that just scream “Please, tickle us!”, you know? Does any of this matter though? Well.. yeah, I think it probably does.
I remember when we had first hooked up, things got off to a rocky start, but soon leveled out. We found out we had much more in common than we first thought.
When we had first started getting intimate, we were both a bit inexperienced in the bondage field. It started out pretty casual, a little bit of rope, some duct tape, you know. Not enough to inibit having sex, but rather just make it interesting. Over time though, it grew, and we started becoming more comfortable pushing ourselves. Whether it was through a master/slave deal, or merely using bondage to get more pleasure out of sex, we did it. I can't begin to tell you how many times I got to tie this wonderful girl up, let alone enjoy when she did the same to me.
As far as I can recall, there were a lot of times where I was in the 'ler position. Whether she'd be spread eagle on the bed, or in some other sort of provocative position, I enjoyed it when I had free reign, to say the least. To me at least, it was more about the mind games I'd play with her, while using tickling as the medium to express them. I remember a time when she didn't like being tickled, but she eventually warmed up to it, enjoying it most of the time when I'd do it in the bedroom. I'd use it as a foreplay gimmick, you know? It would start casually; little remarks, or playfully tugging the socks off her toes while she would be laying on the bed. More often than not, her socks would wind up coming off clenched between my teeth, before I tossed them aside to nibble her toes, or lick up her soles. She'd giggle and moan whenever I used to suck on her toes, it was something I turned her onto that she always loved. As you can tell, I'm something of a foot-guy, so it worked both ways, I guess. Before long, toe licks and sole-tickles would invariably lead to my cock somehow finding it's way inside of her, much to her delight, as well as mine. I'm fairly certain that almost every time we had sex, there was always something different that would happen.
I really don't know what it was, but there was something so satisfying in tickling her. I remember telling her once when we were out and about that I aimed to become the best tickler in the world. She had thought I was messing around like I usually was, and maybe she was right. Her belief didn't stop me from tickling her hips though. She was one of those girls that just seemed to have be tickish all over. Shoulders, hips, sides, breasts, god, you think of a spot, and I guarantee she'd be ticklish there. I had really lucked out when I found her. Then again, I remember her telling me about how she had always wanted to be in that sort of position; had always wanted to have a boyfriend with a foot fetish too, so she could tease and torture him. That girl was damn good at teasing too.
One of my favorite memories of our love life was during the summertime one year. It was one of those hot days where you just wanted to chill out inside, avoid moving, and the like. She had come dressed in a pairy of daisy-dukes, baggy t-shirt, and a pair of her skimpy sandals. We sat around talking like usual, with me giving her a footrub like I always did. She was enjoying herself, relaxing while I rubbed her arches, and massaged her tootsies. Speaking of which, they were freshly painted just a day before (helps when you're an artist, I suppose) with one of, if not my most favorite color of polish, cyan blue. While the massage was going on, I snuck in a few tickles, which she didn't mind. Eventually, she could feel my member starting to press against my pants, due to the fact of she had a habit of flexing her toes back and forth while I massaged them. She gave me one of those devilish little smiles and began running the tips of her toes along my cock, teasing me and lightly skittering her nails along the soles of my own feet. To make a long story shorter, the massage went on, and eventually turned into one of our usual romps. I ended up bringing her inside the bedroom, and driving her down onto the bed. We both threw our clothes off, and I told her I'd tie her up, to which she didn't oblige.
This is where the story gets interesting, because I had bought a vibrator just a few weeks prior, and I decided to try something new with it. I brought most of the “toys” onto the bed, told her to lift her legs and clasp her hands together under her knees. I handcuffed her like that, and tied her legs together at the ankles, and once again at her big toes. The funny thing is, she started to ask what I was doing, but became quiet once she felt my rigid member pressing against her inner thigh. She was then blindfolded and gagged; which thusly prompted me to start teasing her. I tickled the lips of her womanhood with my index finger, all the while kissing along the heels of her feet.
With every peck, every subtle touch of my lips moving along her heels, up her soles, and finally ending along each perfectly painted toe, I could feel her starting to get wet. She shivered and made little moans out from behind the gag while I started to gently flick the tip of my finger against the small bud nestled behind her legs. This went on for a bit, with me just teasing her; all the while me planting small kisses around her feet and onto her toes. Deciding to take it up a notch, I finally slid my now very-throbbing cock inside of her, listening to her moans and squeals of delight.
In and out, in and out; the tempo changed several times, and went on for... well, I don't quite know exactly, but I know it was quite a while. Now, I fancy myself as being somewhat clever, and adventurous, so I decided to try something quite odd. I grabbed the small bottle of astroglide we had (which, by the way, is a much better alternative to baby oil, which we sometimes used prior) and expelled a small line about three inches long down each of her feet. I could hear her muffled cries when she felt the cool gel cascading down her soles, but those cries soon turned into more moans while I rubbed the stuff all over the bottoms of her feet, toes included. Now, your probably thinking that I just tickled her right? Well... yeah, of course I did. Removing the blindfold, I teased and taunted her before I started, watching as she tried to curl and wiggle her toes away from my searching fingers. Didn't work though, and in little time, I had turned her into a laughing, giggling, moaning mess.
Now, as for the odd part of all this, I picked up the vibrator that was laying next to us. I teased her some more and watched her reactions as I turned it on and began dragging it across the soles of her slick feet. I'll be honest, I wasn't sure how effective a vibrator would be as a tickling too, but that day, I found out. She screamed, and laughed her pretty little blonde head silly. What was really sexy was how she'd giggle and moan out when I turned the vibrator on high and drug it across the base of her toes, still sliding myself in and out of her.
I told her a lot of things that day; dirty, sexy little secrets of what I wanted to do with her. Things along the line of how cute she looked with that gag in her mouth while I was tickle-fucking her, how I know she was loving it (despite all the claims she'd usually make otherwise) etcetera etcetera. It was definitely an experience I won't forget. What I find most satisfying is after we were all done (after about an hour or so of tickling, and over the course of several orgasms for her) she told me it was one of the best sexual experiences she'd ever had.
The nice thing is, this is but one of many stories to be told, more details to be had, and believe me, they're just as good as this one.
… Of course, I could just leave the rest to your wicked imagination, now couldn't I?
