total-individua
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My boyfriend (of the time) and I had gotten together to try out the new handcuffs we had bought.
It was his turn first.
Cuffed him to the bed (face-up), made sure he were comfortable, and put on a movie 😛 to play in the background (I Heart Huckabees). Then I pulled up his shirt over his face and tucked it behind his head so he had no idea where I was.
I teased him for ages and ages, for the whole duration of the movie.
Tracing patterns, licking, nibbling, squeezing, all tickling of some shape or form, mixed in with sexual pleasure...
One part that sticks out in my mind, I had pulled his boxers down, and was straddling his lower stomach facing his feet. Then I alternated between tickling that join of legs and groin, thighs, and "hand pleasure".
And at the end, when he was *BEGGING* me to finish him off, I did, and he almost needed his ceiling repainted, it was such a reaction.
I laughed, and laughed and laughed. Not laughing at what had happened of course, just at his face... it had such a shocked look on it I couldn't help myself...
"Quick! Oh, shit, get me that towel over there!!"
"I'm not your slave!! Get it yourself!"
Then I laughed some more as he waddled across the room to the towel. Was I too cruel?
(I later asked him why he was so shocked, and he said it had never happened before
Then I asked him if he read/watched any porn, and he said he thought it was just bragging or fake )
But anyway, after that event had blown over, we washed our hands and other body parts, then had some lunch.
Then it was my turn 🙂
He cuffed me into place and straddled me, then started teasing by putting his fingers closer to my underarms and laughing when I whimpered and pulled away as far as possible. Then he started in earnest; I cackled like a crazy person. Somehow, in all the writhing and struggling and bucking I'd turned over so my wrists were crossed and I was on my tummy... and... he began to tickle my back. Which is my worst place. I could have DIED. Tickled there for ages and ages, moving around, going to the sides then back again, then down to my bum.
"Aw, you wore nice knickers just for me?"
"Mm-hmm..."
I've noticed on the forum lots of people are super duper ticklish on their bottom - so ticklish that they refuse to let anyone tickle there.
I'm not one of those people, I enjoy it. It's my most ticklish spot.
And I thrashed and he tickled and I thrashed and dribbled on his pillow and he tickled and I shrieked and he tickled some more while laughing at how ticklish my bum was.
The day after, though, we had a large debate about religion. I am a very strong Atheist and he is a strong Christian and he made me hang out with his Churchy friends all day which I could not stand, so I told him, and we came to a logical conclusion that we couldn't be romantically attatched anymore. So we broke up, still good friends (and it DOES work, to those who say it can't), because we've decided to stay "friends with privilages" (is that what they call it?). So he and I will still visit each other and use the handcuffs
and tickle and I will bring him to orgasm again (not the other way round though... it's physically impossible for me for some reason :S and I've never orgasmed) and it will be very good 🙂
So, yeh, I'm looking forward to it, will be sure to post whenever we have a day that I think people would like to read (hopefully soon).
Bye for now,
Katje.
It was his turn first.
Cuffed him to the bed (face-up), made sure he were comfortable, and put on a movie 😛 to play in the background (I Heart Huckabees). Then I pulled up his shirt over his face and tucked it behind his head so he had no idea where I was.
I teased him for ages and ages, for the whole duration of the movie.
Tracing patterns, licking, nibbling, squeezing, all tickling of some shape or form, mixed in with sexual pleasure...
One part that sticks out in my mind, I had pulled his boxers down, and was straddling his lower stomach facing his feet. Then I alternated between tickling that join of legs and groin, thighs, and "hand pleasure".
And at the end, when he was *BEGGING* me to finish him off, I did, and he almost needed his ceiling repainted, it was such a reaction.
I laughed, and laughed and laughed. Not laughing at what had happened of course, just at his face... it had such a shocked look on it I couldn't help myself...
"Quick! Oh, shit, get me that towel over there!!"
"I'm not your slave!! Get it yourself!"
Then I laughed some more as he waddled across the room to the towel. Was I too cruel?
(I later asked him why he was so shocked, and he said it had never happened before
Then I asked him if he read/watched any porn, and he said he thought it was just bragging or fake )But anyway, after that event had blown over, we washed our hands and other body parts, then had some lunch.
Then it was my turn 🙂
He cuffed me into place and straddled me, then started teasing by putting his fingers closer to my underarms and laughing when I whimpered and pulled away as far as possible. Then he started in earnest; I cackled like a crazy person. Somehow, in all the writhing and struggling and bucking I'd turned over so my wrists were crossed and I was on my tummy... and... he began to tickle my back. Which is my worst place. I could have DIED. Tickled there for ages and ages, moving around, going to the sides then back again, then down to my bum.
"Aw, you wore nice knickers just for me?"
"Mm-hmm..."
I've noticed on the forum lots of people are super duper ticklish on their bottom - so ticklish that they refuse to let anyone tickle there.
I'm not one of those people, I enjoy it. It's my most ticklish spot.
And I thrashed and he tickled and I thrashed and dribbled on his pillow and he tickled and I shrieked and he tickled some more while laughing at how ticklish my bum was.
The day after, though, we had a large debate about religion. I am a very strong Atheist and he is a strong Christian and he made me hang out with his Churchy friends all day which I could not stand, so I told him, and we came to a logical conclusion that we couldn't be romantically attatched anymore. So we broke up, still good friends (and it DOES work, to those who say it can't), because we've decided to stay "friends with privilages" (is that what they call it?). So he and I will still visit each other and use the handcuffs
and tickle and I will bring him to orgasm again (not the other way round though... it's physically impossible for me for some reason :S and I've never orgasmed) and it will be very good 🙂So, yeh, I'm looking forward to it, will be sure to post whenever we have a day that I think people would like to read (hopefully soon).
Bye for now,
Katje.
