EROTICA - Sexy ticke

[bookworm289]

Sometimes I wish things would be easier. We'd kiss and my body would tingle. He'd touch me exactly how I want to be touched without having to say a word. I want to feel his cock grow hard in my palm and after stroking him for a
little while, I'd watch him cum; see the sperm spill over, down his shaft like an erupting volcano.

I want to feel him restrain and tickle me. He'd verbally torment me, whisper sexy things in my ear. He would be
gentle and strong. I'd feel myself grow hot. My nipples would harden, my pussy would dampen. I'd feel so aroused,
so alive. Sexy and nervous but oh, so excited. Desperate to feel his mouth on my lips, neck, breasts, stomach, thighs, between my legs. Gentle, teasing strokes all over until I feel my body tingle. I groan with pleasure, desire, the need
to cum. I'd feel my breathing deepen and become heavy. Feathers and fingers would taunt every inch of my flesh.
My body exposed, tender and warm. I would feel sweat form and not care in the least. I'd sweat with delicious anticipation.

He'd slowly move down to my soft, sensitive soles without me having to ask. I'd experience his hands lovingly and
delicately stroke, rub and tickle them. His mouth would envelope my toes, his tongue would lick between them. His teeth would nibble them. I'd cry out with pleasure, grunt with fervor. Enjoy every millisecond of all this loving attention. Giggle at the ticklish sensations. I'd feel his lips tenderly kiss my heels, arches, balls and toes of my feet. I'd moanfor him. My pussy swollen and wet, desperately yearning to be stroked, licked, tickled. I NEED to cum.

Suddenly, I feel feathers up and down my legs, teasing my inner thighs, right near the soft, pink folds of my sex. I
gasp and moan, a giggle manages to escape my hot, dry mouth. He can feel precisely how turned on I am, how badlyI want him. How much I'm loving all of this. He strokes me with a feather until that powerful, delicious wave of
pleasure is released. It comes crashing down and it feels so damn good I need to bite my lip to keep myself from
screaming out. All this pleasure, so much of it.

By the end, I am forever satisfied. And so is he.

 

[Coda]

Just about every sentence of that was worth reading slowly. Short stories are rarely so carefully written as to be that soothing.

I'm trying to work out… why did it begin in the conditional tense and end in the present tense? And what was the meaning of that opening sentence…?

 

[uticklish2]

I liked it!

 

[bookworm289]

This is all a fantasy of mine. In terms of the first sentence, I originally wrote the story in my journal. I was feeling sexually frustrated and wanted to express myself. The story is first in the conditional tense because I originally thought, "This is what I would WANT him to do." Toward the end, I imagined it all so vividly it almost felt real, hence the story ending in the present tense.

 

[lapetitemort]

Normally I get frustrated by short stories as they seem rushed and miss opportunities but this one says everything that really needs to be said.

Thank you for sharing your talent! 🙂

 

[bri908]

Sometimes I wish things would be easier. We'd kiss and my body would tingle. He'd touch me exactly how I want to be touched without having to say a word. I want to feel his cock grow hard in my palm and after stroking him for a
little while, I'd watch him cum; see the sperm spill over, down his shaft like an erupting volcano.

I want to feel him restrain and tickle me. He'd verbally torment me, whisper sexy things in my ear. He would be
gentle and strong. I'd feel myself grow hot. My nipples would harden, my pussy would dampen. I'd feel so aroused,
so alive. Sexy and nervous but oh, so excited. Desperate to feel his mouth on my lips, neck, breasts, stomach, thighs, between my legs. Gentle, teasing strokes all over until I feel my body tingle. I groan with pleasure, desire, the need
to cum. I'd feel my breathing deepen and become heavy. Feathers and fingers would taunt every inch of my flesh.
My body exposed, tender and warm. I would feel sweat form and not care in the least. I'd sweat with delicious anticipation.

He'd slowly move down to my soft, sensitive soles without me having to ask. I'd experience his hands lovingly and
delicately stroke, rub and tickle them. His mouth would envelope my toes, his tongue would lick between them. His teeth would nibble them. I'd cry out with pleasure, grunt with fervor. Enjoy every millisecond of all this loving attention. Giggle at the ticklish sensations. I'd feel his lips tenderly kiss my heels, arches, balls and toes of my feet. I'd moanfor him. My pussy swollen and wet, desperately yearning to be stroked, licked, tickled. I NEED to cum.

Suddenly, I feel feathers up and down my legs, teasing my inner thighs, right near the soft, pink folds of my sex. I
gasp and moan, a giggle manages to escape my hot, dry mouth. He can feel precisely how turned on I am, how badlyI want him. How much I'm loving all of this. He strokes me with a feather until that powerful, delicious wave of
pleasure is released. It comes crashing down and it feels so damn good I need to bite my lip to keep myself from
screaming out. All this pleasure, so much of it.

By the end, I am forever satisfied. And so is he.

WOW, REALLY- I say This RESPECTFULLY- You have my Attention