sensitivegirl
TMF Regular
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- Sep 11, 2003
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"Please baby, please, stop it tickles so much." My begging falls on deaf ears, you are a man possessed. You take so much delight and pride from the helpless laughter that is pouring from me. You tickle my foot, in all its soft helplessness, as you make love to me. The sensations arouse me as you know, and my body reacts in all sorts of delicious ways, ways I am not in control of. I am like a marionette, and you the puppet master, as you decide which part of my foot to tease next. The more you tickle, the more aroused I become, and you know this, you devious lover. It is not up to me whether or not we stop making love, it is up to you. It is not up to me when I finish, but up to you. You know that as long as your fingertip glides up and down my sole, that you own me. I know that I have no control of anything,not my laughter, nor the way my foot tries in vain to pull away from your grasp. I just laugh and laugh, and laugh for you, because when you do touch that most ticklish part of my foot, the very center, the most sensitive part of a woman's body, my whole body will be electrified and my mind will go to Pluto. Our lovemaking is electric, our moans and my helpless laughter filling the room, and the feeling is way too much for us to bear, as we finish together in a moment of complete and utter bliss, more bliss than two human beings should be allowed to feel, and we smile afterward, knowing that perfection has been achieved.