ticklebug101
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Hi kids. I've started on a new story and I wanna know if y'all think I should post it or not. it's based on characters Fraiser and Charlotte, set after the end of Fraiser season 11. It's mushy coupe stuff so it's very much my usual style. But you know the rules if you don't do mushy stuff, don't read it. For those of you who do read it, enjoy. For any screw ups with spelling, grammer or paragraph control, my apologies.
Bug 🙂
Disclaimer- The characters from Fraiser were not created by me
"Charlie, can I talk to you?" She entered the bedroom and froze when she saw he had the laptop open. Her mind raced with questions. What has he seen? Is he mad
at me? Is he interested? Did he see the videos? Oh God, he thinks I'm a freak I can tell by his expression. "Fraiser, I can explain- wait, why are you smiling?
she asked him. "I've seen some of your stories. I know, I'm sorry I snooped but I was looking for something else. Then curiosity took over and I had to read the
first one I came across. And I'm so glad that I did. Your stories are wonderfl. But I have to know, are they made up or are they actual fantasies of yours?" She
felt the heat rise in her cheeks and he had his answer. She looked at the floor and mumbled, "I'm sorry. I know my writing must seem strange. It's just, ever
since my ex started doing this to me, every relationship I've had, it's all I could think and fantasize about." Fraiser looked to his fiancee. "Come here," he
told her. She crossed over to the bed and sat on the corner, shyness almost over whelming her. "It's alright," said fraiser, "I don't think this is strange. I
got to looking up some things on Google and it turns out, people have been aroused by much stranger things than this." She nodded. "That's true. Which fantasy
did you like best?" she asked him shyly. He smiled and lie down beside where she was sitting, bringing the laptop with him. "Well, I was reading them all and
there are quite a few that seem do-able. But I thought this one was especialy adorable. And so do-able that I can't figure out why you haven't asked me to do it
to you before." She looked at the typed out fantasy he had opened on the screen. "Oh, I like this one a lot," she said. Fraiser smiled. "You seem relived," he
said, "is that because you were worried about my reaction to all of these fantasies?" she nodded, still not being able to look him in the eye. "I was worried
you would think I was weird." He put a hand on her shoulder. "I could never think that, no matter what your fantasies," he said sincerly. She lie down beside
him and he looked back to the text in front of him. The first fantasy she had written was simple enough, just a few lines. He read it to himself again one more
time.
It's night time. Fraiser and I are in bed. I'm in a nightdress, the blue one that he got me
for valentines. He's just in his boxers. We're talking about our days, what happened, how was work,
the usual stuff. As we talk, his hand slides under the covers and his fingers start to wander all
over me. He seeks out any ticklish spots on me, and just keeps on talking as if nothing unusual were
going on. Then he'll slide his hand between my legs and tickle me "there" until I can't take any more.
Then when he knows I'm on the brink, he'll tickle me just a little bit more.
Bug 🙂
Disclaimer- The characters from Fraiser were not created by me
"Charlie, can I talk to you?" She entered the bedroom and froze when she saw he had the laptop open. Her mind raced with questions. What has he seen? Is he mad
at me? Is he interested? Did he see the videos? Oh God, he thinks I'm a freak I can tell by his expression. "Fraiser, I can explain- wait, why are you smiling?
she asked him. "I've seen some of your stories. I know, I'm sorry I snooped but I was looking for something else. Then curiosity took over and I had to read the
first one I came across. And I'm so glad that I did. Your stories are wonderfl. But I have to know, are they made up or are they actual fantasies of yours?" She
felt the heat rise in her cheeks and he had his answer. She looked at the floor and mumbled, "I'm sorry. I know my writing must seem strange. It's just, ever
since my ex started doing this to me, every relationship I've had, it's all I could think and fantasize about." Fraiser looked to his fiancee. "Come here," he
told her. She crossed over to the bed and sat on the corner, shyness almost over whelming her. "It's alright," said fraiser, "I don't think this is strange. I
got to looking up some things on Google and it turns out, people have been aroused by much stranger things than this." She nodded. "That's true. Which fantasy
did you like best?" she asked him shyly. He smiled and lie down beside where she was sitting, bringing the laptop with him. "Well, I was reading them all and
there are quite a few that seem do-able. But I thought this one was especialy adorable. And so do-able that I can't figure out why you haven't asked me to do it
to you before." She looked at the typed out fantasy he had opened on the screen. "Oh, I like this one a lot," she said. Fraiser smiled. "You seem relived," he
said, "is that because you were worried about my reaction to all of these fantasies?" she nodded, still not being able to look him in the eye. "I was worried
you would think I was weird." He put a hand on her shoulder. "I could never think that, no matter what your fantasies," he said sincerly. She lie down beside
him and he looked back to the text in front of him. The first fantasy she had written was simple enough, just a few lines. He read it to himself again one more
time.
It's night time. Fraiser and I are in bed. I'm in a nightdress, the blue one that he got me
for valentines. He's just in his boxers. We're talking about our days, what happened, how was work,
the usual stuff. As we talk, his hand slides under the covers and his fingers start to wander all
over me. He seeks out any ticklish spots on me, and just keeps on talking as if nothing unusual were
going on. Then he'll slide his hand between my legs and tickle me "there" until I can't take any more.
Then when he knows I'm on the brink, he'll tickle me just a little bit more.
