Solleticatela
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Hi. I’m John, a 55 switch from France. I work as a professor in a highschool. Just before Christmas holiday, as we were in the tutors’ room, Laurence, a female colleague I have a friendly and confident relationship with (also a muscular and mischievous lesbian woman who’s around ten years younger than me), came from behind my back and began to tickle my sides by surprise. She had already done it several times before, but this time, she managed to make me jump, scream and instantly move forward, which obviously rejoiced her, for she laughed and began to tease me, which approximately led to the following dialogue.
- Ooo! Ticklish, isn’t he? So cute.
Laurence, who had attacked me in public, addressed the witnesses, while trying to tickle my sides again, as I struggled to escape her hands. As excited as embarrassed (not to say humiliated), I said, trying to use a playful tone : “Enough ! Will you stop this child’s play ?” But, as she apparently was in a teasing mood, she didn’t leave me alone with it.
- Really, it’s so much fun ! I thought you had no weak point… Are there more? Will you tell me?
This was the very first time that, at work, I was “held back” by my tickle fetish… Though, as she and I had somewhat retired from the attendance, I soon saw an opportunity to go further, and answered in a low voice:
- I will only talk under torture.
- Well, she immediately replied while wiggling her fingers, I always dreamed of torturing a tall, strong and virile guy till he talk… Turning the serious professor into a ticklish boy…
- Words, always words, I said. You’d be disappointed, for I’m not that ticklish now (I used to be).
- This we shall see, one of these days… Bye bye !
And then she left the tutors’ room, leaving me as confused as aroused.
Well. I plan to arrange an evening with her and her wife Anne, first because I like these girls much, second, in order to see where this short discussion could lead to…
- Ooo! Ticklish, isn’t he? So cute.
Laurence, who had attacked me in public, addressed the witnesses, while trying to tickle my sides again, as I struggled to escape her hands. As excited as embarrassed (not to say humiliated), I said, trying to use a playful tone : “Enough ! Will you stop this child’s play ?” But, as she apparently was in a teasing mood, she didn’t leave me alone with it.
- Really, it’s so much fun ! I thought you had no weak point… Are there more? Will you tell me?
This was the very first time that, at work, I was “held back” by my tickle fetish… Though, as she and I had somewhat retired from the attendance, I soon saw an opportunity to go further, and answered in a low voice:
- I will only talk under torture.
- Well, she immediately replied while wiggling her fingers, I always dreamed of torturing a tall, strong and virile guy till he talk… Turning the serious professor into a ticklish boy…
- Words, always words, I said. You’d be disappointed, for I’m not that ticklish now (I used to be).
- This we shall see, one of these days… Bye bye !
And then she left the tutors’ room, leaving me as confused as aroused.
Well. I plan to arrange an evening with her and her wife Anne, first because I like these girls much, second, in order to see where this short discussion could lead to…
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