Johnny Pseudo
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Decided to start a series of quick, rather easy to write stories. Nothing too fancy, but I need more practice writing one to two page stories. They'll probably be based around fantasies I have, things I've personally done, or things I've witnessed firsthand. If these aren't enough to tide you over, then there's always more in store. :feather: :redstar:
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Sitting in your chair, bound snug to the pole behind you, it's almost cute in the way you defiantly squirm around. Of course, the world is naught but darkness, partly in thanks to the sash held tightly against your eyes. The plans I've in store for you are most devious indeed. I pull up a chair next to you, gently blowing upon the nape of your neck while a light gasp escapes from within. “Tell me how badly you want it...” comes the whisper, as I gently scratch down your left tricep with the tips of my fingers, watching as your lower lip begins to quiver, and the corners of your mouth begin turning into a a smirk.
Your head shakes no, as if to try and dissuade me from continuing, but we both know I simply won't. With the tip of my index finger, I begin tracing swirls around the outer edges of your underarm, watching and waiting for those tell-tale signs of surrender to escape you. It seems that inch-by-inch, my finger begins swirling lower and lower, until it's finally nestled right at the center of your sensitive armpit. I can see you clenching your teeth; trying to hold back the giggles you don't want to give me the pleasure of hearing. Every now and again, while my finger swirls 'round and 'round, one manages to escape; little by little, it seems that things are beginning to change.
“Come on now... all you have to do is let it all go... you'll feel so much better, I promise.”
With the warm breath touching against your ear, it doesn't sound too bad of an offer... although you know how I enjoy it when you make it hard for me to get what I want. Another shake of the head, just before you feel both of my hands beginning to quickly skitter around your breasts. In such a short amount of time, the dam of laughter you've built up begins to overflow with just a few simple gasps and shrieks of surprise. You wiggle in your chair, trying to pull yourself away, but it's no use; I'm afraid there's no escaping it! Laughter begins to flow, as you lay against the chair, shrieking every now and again at the feeling of my hands moving back into your underarms.
“I told you that you'd feel better; come on now, let me really hear it now!”
I forgo the breasts, seeing as there's more work to be done. Trailing down your stomach, I quickly begin to assault around your belly-button and hips, pinching, prodding, and dancing all the while. With all this attention to your midriff, you sit higher in the chair, almost managing to rise fully off it before coming back down. Falling against your arm, you can't help but bury your face away and laugh giddily, trying oh-so-desperately to wall it all up again. Eventually, my hands recede, leaving you to catch your breath in giggly quick gulps. “Ah...haheeheh.. Ahh~!”
A sudden gasp escapes you, once you feel the swish of several feathers against that tender slit you hoped I wouldn't notice. All at once, the tickly-swishing sensations of feathers tracing your womanhood and inner thighs confront you, making you quiver in your bindings before you gently bite your lower lip in anticipation. To you, it seems that they leave no inch unexplored; trailing around the sides, above, and even sometimes daring to head towards your rear. High-pitched giggles, intertwined with little gasps and groans applaud me for my efforts tonight, and for a time, this goes on.. and on...
Some of the feathers left your body, instead replaced with skilled fingers once again. Working in tandem, the fingers hold you apart, so that the feathers may explore that which has yet to be explored. Your shudders are more-so now, once you feel the silky caress upon your clitoris; always trailing downwards before slowly returning up, a pattern so nonchalant that you can't help but hope it will deviate, and soon. It's then that you feel the feathers focus slowly on the clitoris, swaying back... and forth... agonizingly slow, but infuriating nonetheless. I can see your chest rising and falling as you predict every move they'll make from behind your blindfold. No doubt, if even one of your hands were free, you would be tweaking and massaging those pointed nipples at attention upon your chest. Much to your surprise, or perhaps even dismay, a single finger begins to run right around your clitoris, leaving the feathers to go back to exploring that sacred slit. The finger keeps you on edge while the shudders and moans escape from your mouth.
It's then that I decided to up the ante; sitting in front of your open legs, I quickly fill my mouth with many quills, no less than half a dozen, all attached to just as many feathers. My hands leave your womanhood, heading up to massage and tug at your nipples, while I draw my head up and down, dragging multiple feathers across you in tandem. An exasperated sigh leaves you, tinged with high-pitched giggling still, as the new assault on your breasts fills your mind. All that you know now is how sensitive you've become, just with the thoughts of the feathers alone. No doubt that you're languishing in the massaging of your breasts; I can tell from all the moaning and groaning, my sweet.
What's perhaps even sweeter still, even in your lusty state, is the fact that your feet have yet to ire my attentions. With each moan and quiver, you can feel yourself becoming wetter, and your face reddening at the mere though of what's to possibly come next...
I just hope that you're ready for another round of laughter....
- - - - -
Sitting in your chair, bound snug to the pole behind you, it's almost cute in the way you defiantly squirm around. Of course, the world is naught but darkness, partly in thanks to the sash held tightly against your eyes. The plans I've in store for you are most devious indeed. I pull up a chair next to you, gently blowing upon the nape of your neck while a light gasp escapes from within. “Tell me how badly you want it...” comes the whisper, as I gently scratch down your left tricep with the tips of my fingers, watching as your lower lip begins to quiver, and the corners of your mouth begin turning into a a smirk.
Your head shakes no, as if to try and dissuade me from continuing, but we both know I simply won't. With the tip of my index finger, I begin tracing swirls around the outer edges of your underarm, watching and waiting for those tell-tale signs of surrender to escape you. It seems that inch-by-inch, my finger begins swirling lower and lower, until it's finally nestled right at the center of your sensitive armpit. I can see you clenching your teeth; trying to hold back the giggles you don't want to give me the pleasure of hearing. Every now and again, while my finger swirls 'round and 'round, one manages to escape; little by little, it seems that things are beginning to change.
“Come on now... all you have to do is let it all go... you'll feel so much better, I promise.”
With the warm breath touching against your ear, it doesn't sound too bad of an offer... although you know how I enjoy it when you make it hard for me to get what I want. Another shake of the head, just before you feel both of my hands beginning to quickly skitter around your breasts. In such a short amount of time, the dam of laughter you've built up begins to overflow with just a few simple gasps and shrieks of surprise. You wiggle in your chair, trying to pull yourself away, but it's no use; I'm afraid there's no escaping it! Laughter begins to flow, as you lay against the chair, shrieking every now and again at the feeling of my hands moving back into your underarms.
“I told you that you'd feel better; come on now, let me really hear it now!”
I forgo the breasts, seeing as there's more work to be done. Trailing down your stomach, I quickly begin to assault around your belly-button and hips, pinching, prodding, and dancing all the while. With all this attention to your midriff, you sit higher in the chair, almost managing to rise fully off it before coming back down. Falling against your arm, you can't help but bury your face away and laugh giddily, trying oh-so-desperately to wall it all up again. Eventually, my hands recede, leaving you to catch your breath in giggly quick gulps. “Ah...haheeheh.. Ahh~!”
A sudden gasp escapes you, once you feel the swish of several feathers against that tender slit you hoped I wouldn't notice. All at once, the tickly-swishing sensations of feathers tracing your womanhood and inner thighs confront you, making you quiver in your bindings before you gently bite your lower lip in anticipation. To you, it seems that they leave no inch unexplored; trailing around the sides, above, and even sometimes daring to head towards your rear. High-pitched giggles, intertwined with little gasps and groans applaud me for my efforts tonight, and for a time, this goes on.. and on...
Some of the feathers left your body, instead replaced with skilled fingers once again. Working in tandem, the fingers hold you apart, so that the feathers may explore that which has yet to be explored. Your shudders are more-so now, once you feel the silky caress upon your clitoris; always trailing downwards before slowly returning up, a pattern so nonchalant that you can't help but hope it will deviate, and soon. It's then that you feel the feathers focus slowly on the clitoris, swaying back... and forth... agonizingly slow, but infuriating nonetheless. I can see your chest rising and falling as you predict every move they'll make from behind your blindfold. No doubt, if even one of your hands were free, you would be tweaking and massaging those pointed nipples at attention upon your chest. Much to your surprise, or perhaps even dismay, a single finger begins to run right around your clitoris, leaving the feathers to go back to exploring that sacred slit. The finger keeps you on edge while the shudders and moans escape from your mouth.
It's then that I decided to up the ante; sitting in front of your open legs, I quickly fill my mouth with many quills, no less than half a dozen, all attached to just as many feathers. My hands leave your womanhood, heading up to massage and tug at your nipples, while I draw my head up and down, dragging multiple feathers across you in tandem. An exasperated sigh leaves you, tinged with high-pitched giggling still, as the new assault on your breasts fills your mind. All that you know now is how sensitive you've become, just with the thoughts of the feathers alone. No doubt that you're languishing in the massaging of your breasts; I can tell from all the moaning and groaning, my sweet.
What's perhaps even sweeter still, even in your lusty state, is the fact that your feet have yet to ire my attentions. With each moan and quiver, you can feel yourself becoming wetter, and your face reddening at the mere though of what's to possibly come next...
I just hope that you're ready for another round of laughter....
