ticklishscribe
3rd Level Violet Feather
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“Did someone say right foot?”
His voice was subtle but icy and clear and his tongue lightly tickled her left ear as he said it. She squealed and rocked from side to side on the mattress. Her bare left foot writhed all over as his breath not only tickled her ear but it also seemed to travel down her left side and tickle her sole as well.
She could barely see him as the lights were out and that made his shadowy figure even more menacing. Again she could feel his touch, feel his hot breath and hear the icy clinical tone in his voice, but the fact he was only a shadow to her was really unnerving. Every time he moved her eyes riveted on him as even though he was in shadow, there was something familiar about him. There was also some feint odour making itself present and she knew she had smelled it before, but couldn’t put her finger on it. She could feel herself beginning to sweat and was praying he hadn’t noticed. She suddenly felt fingers caressing her tummy and she immediately sucked it in, and heard him giggle softly. A single finger now slowly traced the centreline of her tummy, taking a few moments to circle her button before moving upward and she tried not to move.
“You’re twitching your nose, are you trying to smell something, something familiar, something you know? Yes you have been here before my sweet and when I saw you, I knew you were the one I wanted next.” I must apologize for not asking sooner, but are we comfy? I borrowed the mattress from an unused ward upstairs, as I didn’t want you lying directly on the metal table; so cold; so unfriendly; unless you were my latest autopsy.
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His voice was subtle but icy and clear and his tongue lightly tickled her left ear as he said it. She squealed and rocked from side to side on the mattress. Her bare left foot writhed all over as his breath not only tickled her ear but it also seemed to travel down her left side and tickle her sole as well.
She could barely see him as the lights were out and that made his shadowy figure even more menacing. Again she could feel his touch, feel his hot breath and hear the icy clinical tone in his voice, but the fact he was only a shadow to her was really unnerving. Every time he moved her eyes riveted on him as even though he was in shadow, there was something familiar about him. There was also some feint odour making itself present and she knew she had smelled it before, but couldn’t put her finger on it. She could feel herself beginning to sweat and was praying he hadn’t noticed. She suddenly felt fingers caressing her tummy and she immediately sucked it in, and heard him giggle softly. A single finger now slowly traced the centreline of her tummy, taking a few moments to circle her button before moving upward and she tried not to move.
“You’re twitching your nose, are you trying to smell something, something familiar, something you know? Yes you have been here before my sweet and when I saw you, I knew you were the one I wanted next.” I must apologize for not asking sooner, but are we comfy? I borrowed the mattress from an unused ward upstairs, as I didn’t want you lying directly on the metal table; so cold; so unfriendly; unless you were my latest autopsy.
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...ordi-for-being-my-muse.&p=3350897#post3350897
