Tklishwife
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My stomach has so many butterflies, my heart is going a mile a minute. You are so handsome. Your smell is intoxicating.
You secure my legs and arms into a spread eagle position. I’m so nervous. I’ve been waiting for this for too long. I don’t know if I’ve ever had this many butterflies.
Our eyes meet. Even though we are both so hungry for each other, we are both in shock. In shock we are here, that we are getting this opportunity.
Your look changes. What was affection is now extreme hunger. God you are terrifying! My stomach is turning over itself and my heart might actually explode out of my chest.
You approach me, climbing on top of me to straddle my hips. I don’t want it but I do! The roller coaster is approaching the first drop.
I can’t leave your eyes. They are telling me everything. You’re preparing to strike.
Just tickle me already I want to scream! How are you even resisting this long? The wait is agonizing!
You lift your hands to my waist and I shriek when they make contact. You still haven’t tickled me. I feel the laughter erupt from my core when you just pose your fingers. Oh my god I’m so screwed. You’re so in my head. I want you so bad and my nerves are turned to the highest level.
You laugh at me. I’m ok with this just because I want this more than anything I’ve ever wanted.
“You are so screwed!” you say with the most breathtaking grin. God you are so hot.
The laughter explodes from me as you start lightly spidering your fingers on my waist. You stay in that tiny spot just barely moving your fingers. I’m trying so hard to wiggle away but I can’t move at all. You have me completely trapped.
I quickly submit to my fate and laugh. Laughter coming from I don’t even know where. You’re barely touching me, how am I going to be able to maintain this?
You start inching around, each new spot of my skin just bursting as your tickly fingers graze across. I’m so hysterical, I can’t take it. All of these years trapped up and I’m worse than ever.
Your face, is that awe? I know, I told you I’m a mess 😛. I’m truly terrified for you to speed up or move to a more ticklish spot. You almost seem scared yourself.
But not that scared because your fingers change to more pronounced claws and start going at my belly. Oh my god my laugh! I hate my laugh, but you at least seem to like it. It’s so deep, literally bubbling right under your fingers, straight from my gut, as hard and as fast as I can let it escape.
You claw up towards my ribs and I am embarrassed at the yelp that comes from my lips. This spot is so bad. You can’t help yourself and I see the monster release.
I can’t laugh, it’s just silent laughter from the get go as you claw into my ribs. They are so sensitive, and I’m so completely yours. All I can do is wait for you to slow down or stop so I can let the trapped laughter escape.
I love how sick you are. The fact that you don’t slow down or stop just makes it all that much more hot. You are literally watching me gasp for air to laugh and won’t relent. You love how torturous this is for me...and that you’re the one inflicting it.
You move your hands to the sides of my ribs and slow down. You are just lightly grazing your fingers back and forth across them, feeling them below. Like your scratching an itch. It tickles so bad. The worst tickling sensation I think I can imagine. My laugh is so fast and from so far deep inside of me. I don’t know if I’ve ever laughed this hard from something so light. Your touch is like electric, each movement jolting energy into me.
I am finally able to open my eyes. They are soaked with tears already. You’re just looking down at me, hungry, full of lust. We both love this so much. I know you want to go to that spot. You’ve been teasing yourself by not. I know you are going to.
I don’t even beg for you not to because I want it. I want to be tickled out of my mind. If I’m begging I’m lying, and we have a truth policy.
You lay your body against mine to hold me more. I feel my body pull down on my restraints so you can have me as tight as possible with no wiggle room. Oh my god I’m not going to be able to do this! Ok I have to beg a little. Please don’t go there! Please don’t!
You press your lips up to my ear. Oh my god you smell amazing. I let a moan out just from your breath. You whisper in my ear “are you scared?”...god I want you. Of course I’m scared. Terrified.
You start from the top to go down. All the way at my wrists. Slowly dragging your way closer and closer to my death zone. With each inch closer my laughter increases in intensity and pitch.
You get to my bicep and lightly rake your fingers there for a few seconds, causing me to go hysterical. Oh my god please don’t go further! The teasing is only making it worse, but of course that’s why you’re doing it. You want me hysterical and completely submitted to you. I’m yours! I’m yours! Just don’t go further.
But you have to. I know you can’t resist, if even for just a moment you have to see for yourself just how ticklish I am there. Just knowing this makes me even more hysterical. The anticipation is killing me.
You stop, still laying across me. I can feel your heart pounding...or is that mine? I close my eyes knowing what’s about to happen.
You drag one finger straight across my left armpit. I cry out in laughter. God it’s so bad, you don’t even know how bad it is.
You do it again, getting even more response. I beg you at the end of each wave of laughter.
The silent laughter comes when you start to slowly rake your fingers across my left armpit. All I can do is throw my head back and hope the laughter can finally escape. But to make matters worse you now add your other hand to my other armpit, attacking both at the same time.
You stop momentarily, letting my laughter catch up and the tears roll down my cheeks. The attack couldn’t have lasted more than 30 seconds. I finally compose myself and you do it again. You repeat this with me too many times.
My stomach hurts from laughing. Those muscles are exhausted. But I’m holding on. I can tell you are proud of my fight.
You continue your raking motion down my ribs and sides, feeling me lifting my hips towards you. I’m burning for you. As ticklish as I am I’m even more turned on.
You continue your right hand down over my panties. Spidering your fingers quickly across the top of them. I can’t help but cum. I cum so quickly you are almost disappointed. Except that was your plan.
You return your spider fingers to my sides and I’m immediately in silent laughter. All the orgasm did was make me more ticklish. You can’t resist and have to attack my armpits. You know I’m so ticklish there that it doesn’t even matter how fast or slow you tickle, so you just tickle away, knowing I just have to lay there in silent laughter until you stop.
My cheeks are soaked with tears. You wipe them away and smile the sweetest, warmest smile. I think my heart just fell out of my chest.
You unmount me and move down to my feet. Oh fuck I forgot I had feet.
You pull out a stiff feather from your Mary Poppins bag. I feel the pointy end drag across my foot and I scream out in laughter. God I’m so ticklish now that you made me cum. I can’t take it at all.
The feather is so bad. I’m howling with laughter. You drag it up and down on one foot, loving how hysterical you have me from a feather. Then you switch to the other foot, getting even more response.
I feel my toes pull back and I can’t help but scream out “no!”. Then you rake your fingers across my foot, abandoning the feather, causing me to fall back into more of that silent laughter. You just love to get me to that point.
You go to grab the other foot and it’s the first time I actually try to wiggle away from you. I can’t take anymore. It’s all too ticklish. I’m nearly broken.
You do the same toes back move and I just lay there completely worn, trying to laugh as hard as I can.
You relent and mount my hips one more time. I’m so broken, completely submitted, exhausted, and out of my mind ticklish from your touch. But you have to get in one last attack for this round.
You do that same stretch across my body. God you feel so good. I press myself up into you as much as I can, but all I’m doing is exposing my armpits even more to you.
You full out assault me there, wiggling, digging, spidering, pinching, as fast and as ticklish as you can. You know I’ll just be in silent laughter so you do it as torturous as possible. All I can do is lay there and take it until you stop. You stop every 30 seconds or so to let my laughter catch up and then plummet into your attack again as soon as I do.
I can feel your hips against mine. I’m grinding up towards you, trying so hard to feel you against my throbbing pussy. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anybody in my whole life. And I can feel you feel the same way.
“Not yet.” you say as you plunge in for one last attack on my armpits.
...
You secure my legs and arms into a spread eagle position. I’m so nervous. I’ve been waiting for this for too long. I don’t know if I’ve ever had this many butterflies.
Our eyes meet. Even though we are both so hungry for each other, we are both in shock. In shock we are here, that we are getting this opportunity.
Your look changes. What was affection is now extreme hunger. God you are terrifying! My stomach is turning over itself and my heart might actually explode out of my chest.
You approach me, climbing on top of me to straddle my hips. I don’t want it but I do! The roller coaster is approaching the first drop.
I can’t leave your eyes. They are telling me everything. You’re preparing to strike.
Just tickle me already I want to scream! How are you even resisting this long? The wait is agonizing!
You lift your hands to my waist and I shriek when they make contact. You still haven’t tickled me. I feel the laughter erupt from my core when you just pose your fingers. Oh my god I’m so screwed. You’re so in my head. I want you so bad and my nerves are turned to the highest level.
You laugh at me. I’m ok with this just because I want this more than anything I’ve ever wanted.
“You are so screwed!” you say with the most breathtaking grin. God you are so hot.
The laughter explodes from me as you start lightly spidering your fingers on my waist. You stay in that tiny spot just barely moving your fingers. I’m trying so hard to wiggle away but I can’t move at all. You have me completely trapped.
I quickly submit to my fate and laugh. Laughter coming from I don’t even know where. You’re barely touching me, how am I going to be able to maintain this?
You start inching around, each new spot of my skin just bursting as your tickly fingers graze across. I’m so hysterical, I can’t take it. All of these years trapped up and I’m worse than ever.
Your face, is that awe? I know, I told you I’m a mess 😛. I’m truly terrified for you to speed up or move to a more ticklish spot. You almost seem scared yourself.
But not that scared because your fingers change to more pronounced claws and start going at my belly. Oh my god my laugh! I hate my laugh, but you at least seem to like it. It’s so deep, literally bubbling right under your fingers, straight from my gut, as hard and as fast as I can let it escape.
You claw up towards my ribs and I am embarrassed at the yelp that comes from my lips. This spot is so bad. You can’t help yourself and I see the monster release.
I can’t laugh, it’s just silent laughter from the get go as you claw into my ribs. They are so sensitive, and I’m so completely yours. All I can do is wait for you to slow down or stop so I can let the trapped laughter escape.
I love how sick you are. The fact that you don’t slow down or stop just makes it all that much more hot. You are literally watching me gasp for air to laugh and won’t relent. You love how torturous this is for me...and that you’re the one inflicting it.
You move your hands to the sides of my ribs and slow down. You are just lightly grazing your fingers back and forth across them, feeling them below. Like your scratching an itch. It tickles so bad. The worst tickling sensation I think I can imagine. My laugh is so fast and from so far deep inside of me. I don’t know if I’ve ever laughed this hard from something so light. Your touch is like electric, each movement jolting energy into me.
I am finally able to open my eyes. They are soaked with tears already. You’re just looking down at me, hungry, full of lust. We both love this so much. I know you want to go to that spot. You’ve been teasing yourself by not. I know you are going to.
I don’t even beg for you not to because I want it. I want to be tickled out of my mind. If I’m begging I’m lying, and we have a truth policy.
You lay your body against mine to hold me more. I feel my body pull down on my restraints so you can have me as tight as possible with no wiggle room. Oh my god I’m not going to be able to do this! Ok I have to beg a little. Please don’t go there! Please don’t!
You press your lips up to my ear. Oh my god you smell amazing. I let a moan out just from your breath. You whisper in my ear “are you scared?”...god I want you. Of course I’m scared. Terrified.
You start from the top to go down. All the way at my wrists. Slowly dragging your way closer and closer to my death zone. With each inch closer my laughter increases in intensity and pitch.
You get to my bicep and lightly rake your fingers there for a few seconds, causing me to go hysterical. Oh my god please don’t go further! The teasing is only making it worse, but of course that’s why you’re doing it. You want me hysterical and completely submitted to you. I’m yours! I’m yours! Just don’t go further.
But you have to. I know you can’t resist, if even for just a moment you have to see for yourself just how ticklish I am there. Just knowing this makes me even more hysterical. The anticipation is killing me.
You stop, still laying across me. I can feel your heart pounding...or is that mine? I close my eyes knowing what’s about to happen.
You drag one finger straight across my left armpit. I cry out in laughter. God it’s so bad, you don’t even know how bad it is.
You do it again, getting even more response. I beg you at the end of each wave of laughter.
The silent laughter comes when you start to slowly rake your fingers across my left armpit. All I can do is throw my head back and hope the laughter can finally escape. But to make matters worse you now add your other hand to my other armpit, attacking both at the same time.
You stop momentarily, letting my laughter catch up and the tears roll down my cheeks. The attack couldn’t have lasted more than 30 seconds. I finally compose myself and you do it again. You repeat this with me too many times.
My stomach hurts from laughing. Those muscles are exhausted. But I’m holding on. I can tell you are proud of my fight.
You continue your raking motion down my ribs and sides, feeling me lifting my hips towards you. I’m burning for you. As ticklish as I am I’m even more turned on.
You continue your right hand down over my panties. Spidering your fingers quickly across the top of them. I can’t help but cum. I cum so quickly you are almost disappointed. Except that was your plan.
You return your spider fingers to my sides and I’m immediately in silent laughter. All the orgasm did was make me more ticklish. You can’t resist and have to attack my armpits. You know I’m so ticklish there that it doesn’t even matter how fast or slow you tickle, so you just tickle away, knowing I just have to lay there in silent laughter until you stop.
My cheeks are soaked with tears. You wipe them away and smile the sweetest, warmest smile. I think my heart just fell out of my chest.
You unmount me and move down to my feet. Oh fuck I forgot I had feet.
You pull out a stiff feather from your Mary Poppins bag. I feel the pointy end drag across my foot and I scream out in laughter. God I’m so ticklish now that you made me cum. I can’t take it at all.
The feather is so bad. I’m howling with laughter. You drag it up and down on one foot, loving how hysterical you have me from a feather. Then you switch to the other foot, getting even more response.
I feel my toes pull back and I can’t help but scream out “no!”. Then you rake your fingers across my foot, abandoning the feather, causing me to fall back into more of that silent laughter. You just love to get me to that point.
You go to grab the other foot and it’s the first time I actually try to wiggle away from you. I can’t take anymore. It’s all too ticklish. I’m nearly broken.
You do the same toes back move and I just lay there completely worn, trying to laugh as hard as I can.
You relent and mount my hips one more time. I’m so broken, completely submitted, exhausted, and out of my mind ticklish from your touch. But you have to get in one last attack for this round.
You do that same stretch across my body. God you feel so good. I press myself up into you as much as I can, but all I’m doing is exposing my armpits even more to you.
You full out assault me there, wiggling, digging, spidering, pinching, as fast and as ticklish as you can. You know I’ll just be in silent laughter so you do it as torturous as possible. All I can do is lay there and take it until you stop. You stop every 30 seconds or so to let my laughter catch up and then plummet into your attack again as soon as I do.
I can feel your hips against mine. I’m grinding up towards you, trying so hard to feel you against my throbbing pussy. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anybody in my whole life. And I can feel you feel the same way.
“Not yet.” you say as you plunge in for one last attack on my armpits.
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