LionAndLioness
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So, my girlfriend and I were together this weekend and I've decided to write about what we got up to. Unfortunately, it was very on and off so I'm going to try and condense everything that occurred over the course of the weekend into one story. Hope you enjoy!
Sorry about the inconsistent paragraph lengths and sloppy format; this is written based on memory so it doesn't usually come out as I hope for.
A lot of credit goes to my girlfriend who typed a lot of this up! I texted the majority of this story to her whilst on the train back to my town, and she typed it up ready for posting. 😀
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Contains highly sexual themes.
Initially, I'd like to mention that my girlfriend and I had limited privacy for various reasons. The only truly ideal opportunity we got was Sunday afternoon/ evening. Friday and Saturday were both restricted.
I arrived at my girlfriend's town when it was already significantly dark. We headed straight back after our usual warm greeting and sat down to watch some movies. Whilst we were watching the movies, my girlfriend's hand(s) would occasionally slip into my top. She primarily targeted my armpits, sides and stomach. Her nails are sharp so they deliver a ticklish blow. They would scribble delicately over my skin, just barely brushing it. This exact reaction is what i respond to the most drastically. She kept this up until the two of us became increasingly amourous. It wasn't long until the two of us started getting sexual. Her fingertips were almost drawn to my lower stomach. My pants were lowered and her nails explored the newly exposed skin.
Eventually, I felt a throbbing sensation in my member form the teasing tickles above my waistline on my pants. Her fingers hooked into them and lifted them. She slid them off causing my member to bounce out. Stiff as a pole and hard as a rock, it shook a little before stopping. Her hand was quick to wrap itself around my member, before it stroked up and down slowly. She added some slippery lotion to it, sliding my head through a narrow gap in her stroking hands.
Various other sexual activiy occured, however none of which involved tickling so I'm going to report what happened on Saturday! Saturday was much more convenient for activity because we had more privacy. After a day of early Christmas shopping and a party, we returned home. I got changed into a vest, which meant my armpits, a deathly ticklish spot, were on show. We sat on the couch and started watching movies. What began as a romantic and soppy session soon transitioned into a ticklish state of arousal. Her hands were drawn to my exposed armpits, scribbling slowly and teasingly. She verbally teased me with phrases like "come on baby, let's watch the movie" and "why are you laughing so much?" which intensified the laughter. After a while, her hands began trailing up and down my sides. I wriggled side to side within her hands, my steadily growing erection now bouncing within my pants. Her hands slid down the length of my stomach and onto the lower portion, lingering there; provoking my member to bounce more. The sight of it is attractive to her. Slowly but surely, her hands provoked near excessive arousal, to the point where I had endless built-up frustration. At that point, her hands were sure to hook into my pants and lower them. Sexual activity ensued, though no relevant tickle-related things to report.
Although on Friday and Saturday my girlfriend was seemingly more 'ler, Sunday was where I took over in that department. We were relaxing in her room when I decided to playfully attack her sides with tickles. Her sides were assaulted, as my hands gripped them and began squeezing to the point of loss of balance. She fell to the ground, half intentionally and half accidentally. I laid her flat out and sat above her head, placing my legs around her arms to pin them. She let out a squeal as my hands lowered towards her sides. I began scribbling rapidly, up and down, as she squirmed and writhed whilst laughing loudly. I scribbled down to her hip bones, then caved inward, as both hands met at her belly button. This is a hilariously ticklish spot, so I lingered, scribbling over and inside of it. Her arms made several attempts to slip out of the pin, though to no avail. I kept scribbling whilst she squealed and laughed in a humorously high pitched tone. She looked up at me in a nearing-exhaustion expression. My hands trailed back up her sides and onto her armpits, where they scribbled. Her arms started tugging more energetically, as her head shook side to side. I heard one or two 'please's come out of her mouth, along with various other inaudible words, most likely pleads. Her face was becoming red. Though I had no intentions of stopping. I hooked my fingertips into her top and raised it to expose her belly. I pushed her breasts up until the top slid over them, causing her breasts to bounce out and jiggle momentarily. I quickly moved my fingertips to squeeze her nipples with a moderate to harsh pressure. She moaned, and was soon to begin laughing yet again as my fingertips started tickling her nearby armpits. Squealing and laughing, she became desperate, moments away from exclaiming the safeword. I kept tormenting around her vulnerable areas, scribbling over her breasts and nipples frequently. Just before she had enough, one hand of mine trailed down her belly and into her pants. I so much as lightly brushed over her clit, only to receive a violent squirm and a 'no! I'm exhausted' from her. Prior to this, I had given her several orgasms by rubbing and fingering, so she was truly exhausted and could not take anymore pleasure.
Ta da! That's about all we got up to this weekend. She is back over to my town next Friday (12th November) which is much more ideal for this. We will hopefully have better bondage equipment, whether improvisational or proper stuff.
Thanks for reading!
Sorry about the inconsistent paragraph lengths and sloppy format; this is written based on memory so it doesn't usually come out as I hope for.
A lot of credit goes to my girlfriend who typed a lot of this up! I texted the majority of this story to her whilst on the train back to my town, and she typed it up ready for posting. 😀
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Contains highly sexual themes.
Initially, I'd like to mention that my girlfriend and I had limited privacy for various reasons. The only truly ideal opportunity we got was Sunday afternoon/ evening. Friday and Saturday were both restricted.
I arrived at my girlfriend's town when it was already significantly dark. We headed straight back after our usual warm greeting and sat down to watch some movies. Whilst we were watching the movies, my girlfriend's hand(s) would occasionally slip into my top. She primarily targeted my armpits, sides and stomach. Her nails are sharp so they deliver a ticklish blow. They would scribble delicately over my skin, just barely brushing it. This exact reaction is what i respond to the most drastically. She kept this up until the two of us became increasingly amourous. It wasn't long until the two of us started getting sexual. Her fingertips were almost drawn to my lower stomach. My pants were lowered and her nails explored the newly exposed skin.
Eventually, I felt a throbbing sensation in my member form the teasing tickles above my waistline on my pants. Her fingers hooked into them and lifted them. She slid them off causing my member to bounce out. Stiff as a pole and hard as a rock, it shook a little before stopping. Her hand was quick to wrap itself around my member, before it stroked up and down slowly. She added some slippery lotion to it, sliding my head through a narrow gap in her stroking hands.
Various other sexual activiy occured, however none of which involved tickling so I'm going to report what happened on Saturday! Saturday was much more convenient for activity because we had more privacy. After a day of early Christmas shopping and a party, we returned home. I got changed into a vest, which meant my armpits, a deathly ticklish spot, were on show. We sat on the couch and started watching movies. What began as a romantic and soppy session soon transitioned into a ticklish state of arousal. Her hands were drawn to my exposed armpits, scribbling slowly and teasingly. She verbally teased me with phrases like "come on baby, let's watch the movie" and "why are you laughing so much?" which intensified the laughter. After a while, her hands began trailing up and down my sides. I wriggled side to side within her hands, my steadily growing erection now bouncing within my pants. Her hands slid down the length of my stomach and onto the lower portion, lingering there; provoking my member to bounce more. The sight of it is attractive to her. Slowly but surely, her hands provoked near excessive arousal, to the point where I had endless built-up frustration. At that point, her hands were sure to hook into my pants and lower them. Sexual activity ensued, though no relevant tickle-related things to report.
Although on Friday and Saturday my girlfriend was seemingly more 'ler, Sunday was where I took over in that department. We were relaxing in her room when I decided to playfully attack her sides with tickles. Her sides were assaulted, as my hands gripped them and began squeezing to the point of loss of balance. She fell to the ground, half intentionally and half accidentally. I laid her flat out and sat above her head, placing my legs around her arms to pin them. She let out a squeal as my hands lowered towards her sides. I began scribbling rapidly, up and down, as she squirmed and writhed whilst laughing loudly. I scribbled down to her hip bones, then caved inward, as both hands met at her belly button. This is a hilariously ticklish spot, so I lingered, scribbling over and inside of it. Her arms made several attempts to slip out of the pin, though to no avail. I kept scribbling whilst she squealed and laughed in a humorously high pitched tone. She looked up at me in a nearing-exhaustion expression. My hands trailed back up her sides and onto her armpits, where they scribbled. Her arms started tugging more energetically, as her head shook side to side. I heard one or two 'please's come out of her mouth, along with various other inaudible words, most likely pleads. Her face was becoming red. Though I had no intentions of stopping. I hooked my fingertips into her top and raised it to expose her belly. I pushed her breasts up until the top slid over them, causing her breasts to bounce out and jiggle momentarily. I quickly moved my fingertips to squeeze her nipples with a moderate to harsh pressure. She moaned, and was soon to begin laughing yet again as my fingertips started tickling her nearby armpits. Squealing and laughing, she became desperate, moments away from exclaiming the safeword. I kept tormenting around her vulnerable areas, scribbling over her breasts and nipples frequently. Just before she had enough, one hand of mine trailed down her belly and into her pants. I so much as lightly brushed over her clit, only to receive a violent squirm and a 'no! I'm exhausted' from her. Prior to this, I had given her several orgasms by rubbing and fingering, so she was truly exhausted and could not take anymore pleasure.
Ta da! That's about all we got up to this weekend. She is back over to my town next Friday (12th November) which is much more ideal for this. We will hopefully have better bondage equipment, whether improvisational or proper stuff.
Thanks for reading!
