I've read so many stories here and decided I had to post one of my own. I hope you enjoy it.
I was getting ready to go out after work and meet a friend for a drink when the intercom buzzed. It was probably a parcel delivery for one of my neighbours who was out.
“Hello?”
“It’s me, let me in.”
I was surprised to hear his voice and even more surprised that he had come to my home.
“I’m just on my way out.”
“I need to see you. This won’t take long.” He sounded tired and a bit fed up.
I buzzed him in and opened the door. He walked up the stairs, I saw his tie knot was loose. “Are you alone?”
“Hello to you too. Yes, why?”
He nodded and stepped into my flat, closing the door behind him. He removed his jacket, took me by the upper arm and guided me into my bedroom.
“I really have to head out in a minute. What’s going on?”
He pushed me onto the bed on my back and straddled me.
“I don’t have time for this.” I said.
He wasn’t listening. He looked at me as if I was a buffet and he couldn’t decide where to start.
I went to push him off but he grasped my wrists and pushed them into the mattress above my head. He slowly pushed my wrists together until he could pin them with one hand. He pulled my blouse free from my jeans and began running his fingertips on my bare stomach. Immediately I felt the ticklish sensations run through my body and I began to squirm. I saw the corners of his mouth twist up in a cruel smile.
He tickled my stomach and my sides as I tried to buck him off. “Get off me, this isn’t fair.” I was indignant but I was also laughing so it didn’t sound as if I was serious.
He began poking my ribs with quick motions and then his hands rose higher.
“NO!” I said, as his fingertips found my armpit and began to scribble. I bucked harder but I couldn’t move him and he just tightened his knees on my thighs. His hand brushed my breasts as she switched to the other armpit. He tickled me like that for a while. My hair was a mess and I knew I had probably wrecked my make up as I was crying with laughter.
He switched hands and returned to my ribs and armpits. I tried to pull my arms down with all my might but he leaned his weight onto my wrists and pinned them to the bed. All he had to do was pitter-patter the pads of his fingers in my armpits and I was ticklish jelly.
After what seemed like eternity but was probably only a few minutes he stopped. We were both breathing hard.
He looked down at me, his dark eyes looked almost completely black. The grin reappeared and he started unbuckling his belt.
“Wait! What are you doing?” I said, as he whipped his belt free.
He flipped me onto my stomach and turned around, wrapping one arm around my ankles. I could feel him wrap his belt around them.
“Oh don’t you dare!” I shouted.
He chuckled to himself and then said, “Shaddup!”
As soon as the buckle was secure he pulled my socks off and began tickling my feet. I screamed and buried my face in the duvet. I bashed my fists into the mattress as his fingers flew up and down my soles.
He found the spot just below the ball of my foot and lightly scratched it as I bounced up and down hysterically. He spanked my bum and went back to tickling my feet. He started sucking my toes, nibbling them with his teeth which sent sensations up my legs and beyond. His short fingernails were a tickling horror as they covered every inch of my feet. My nerve endings sang and all I could do was laugh and laugh.
“Music to my ears.” He said.
After several minutes of this I was exhausted and it was easy enough for him to roll me onto my back again.
His eyes locked with mine as he again went under my shirt and tickled my stomach and ribs. When his fingers reached my underarms I couldn’t help but clamp my arms down which left him free to wiggle his fingers exactly where he wanted them.
“Silly girl,” he chuckled. My hair had fallen over my face and I was trying to blow it aside while laughing. He squeezed my ribs and scribbled on my tummy, he easily defeated my feeble attempts to protect my tickle spots.
He pinned my wrists at my sides and blew a series of loud raspberries on my stomach. He rubbed his face from side to side making munching noises and wiggled his tongue in my belly button.
My sides and stomach were aching with laughter now. I couldn’t even resist. I just had to endure and laugh as he had did whatever he pleased. He was like a man possessed.
But just like that he stopped. He sat up with a loud sigh and removed his belt from my ankles. He had a slightly drunk grin on his face as he put his belt on. “Bad day at work. I needed that.”
I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I was a mess. “What would you have done if my boyfriend was here?”
He shrugged. “I would have asked him to hold you down for me.”
“Idiot.”
He reached down and flicked the tip of my nose with his tongue. “We’ll do this again.” And with that he left, closing the door behind him.
I sat there for a moment and listened to his footsteps going down the stairs.”
“That’s it?” I said. But of course there was no one to answer. He had arrived like a whirlwind and left the same way.
FRUSTRATION (M/F)
I was getting ready to go out after work and meet a friend for a drink when the intercom buzzed. It was probably a parcel delivery for one of my neighbours who was out.
“Hello?”
“It’s me, let me in.”
I was surprised to hear his voice and even more surprised that he had come to my home.
“I’m just on my way out.”
“I need to see you. This won’t take long.” He sounded tired and a bit fed up.
I buzzed him in and opened the door. He walked up the stairs, I saw his tie knot was loose. “Are you alone?”
“Hello to you too. Yes, why?”
He nodded and stepped into my flat, closing the door behind him. He removed his jacket, took me by the upper arm and guided me into my bedroom.
“I really have to head out in a minute. What’s going on?”
He pushed me onto the bed on my back and straddled me.
“I don’t have time for this.” I said.
He wasn’t listening. He looked at me as if I was a buffet and he couldn’t decide where to start.
I went to push him off but he grasped my wrists and pushed them into the mattress above my head. He slowly pushed my wrists together until he could pin them with one hand. He pulled my blouse free from my jeans and began running his fingertips on my bare stomach. Immediately I felt the ticklish sensations run through my body and I began to squirm. I saw the corners of his mouth twist up in a cruel smile.
He tickled my stomach and my sides as I tried to buck him off. “Get off me, this isn’t fair.” I was indignant but I was also laughing so it didn’t sound as if I was serious.
He began poking my ribs with quick motions and then his hands rose higher.
“NO!” I said, as his fingertips found my armpit and began to scribble. I bucked harder but I couldn’t move him and he just tightened his knees on my thighs. His hand brushed my breasts as she switched to the other armpit. He tickled me like that for a while. My hair was a mess and I knew I had probably wrecked my make up as I was crying with laughter.
He switched hands and returned to my ribs and armpits. I tried to pull my arms down with all my might but he leaned his weight onto my wrists and pinned them to the bed. All he had to do was pitter-patter the pads of his fingers in my armpits and I was ticklish jelly.
After what seemed like eternity but was probably only a few minutes he stopped. We were both breathing hard.
He looked down at me, his dark eyes looked almost completely black. The grin reappeared and he started unbuckling his belt.
“Wait! What are you doing?” I said, as he whipped his belt free.
He flipped me onto my stomach and turned around, wrapping one arm around my ankles. I could feel him wrap his belt around them.
“Oh don’t you dare!” I shouted.
He chuckled to himself and then said, “Shaddup!”
As soon as the buckle was secure he pulled my socks off and began tickling my feet. I screamed and buried my face in the duvet. I bashed my fists into the mattress as his fingers flew up and down my soles.
He found the spot just below the ball of my foot and lightly scratched it as I bounced up and down hysterically. He spanked my bum and went back to tickling my feet. He started sucking my toes, nibbling them with his teeth which sent sensations up my legs and beyond. His short fingernails were a tickling horror as they covered every inch of my feet. My nerve endings sang and all I could do was laugh and laugh.
“Music to my ears.” He said.
After several minutes of this I was exhausted and it was easy enough for him to roll me onto my back again.
His eyes locked with mine as he again went under my shirt and tickled my stomach and ribs. When his fingers reached my underarms I couldn’t help but clamp my arms down which left him free to wiggle his fingers exactly where he wanted them.
“Silly girl,” he chuckled. My hair had fallen over my face and I was trying to blow it aside while laughing. He squeezed my ribs and scribbled on my tummy, he easily defeated my feeble attempts to protect my tickle spots.
He pinned my wrists at my sides and blew a series of loud raspberries on my stomach. He rubbed his face from side to side making munching noises and wiggled his tongue in my belly button.
My sides and stomach were aching with laughter now. I couldn’t even resist. I just had to endure and laugh as he had did whatever he pleased. He was like a man possessed.
But just like that he stopped. He sat up with a loud sigh and removed his belt from my ankles. He had a slightly drunk grin on his face as he put his belt on. “Bad day at work. I needed that.”
I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I was a mess. “What would you have done if my boyfriend was here?”
He shrugged. “I would have asked him to hold you down for me.”
“Idiot.”
He reached down and flicked the tip of my nose with his tongue. “We’ll do this again.” And with that he left, closing the door behind him.
I sat there for a moment and listened to his footsteps going down the stairs.”
“That’s it?” I said. But of course there was no one to answer. He had arrived like a whirlwind and left the same way.
