Years back, my girlfriend Joan and I were trying to have a long distance relationship. After not seeing her for several months I made arrangements to go 'across the pond" to London for a visit. I missed her, and also our tickling sessions. I had been a victim as well as her cousin Lois.
The trip over went well and soon I found myself in her 'flat". She had told me that cousin Lois had been over to visit a few weeks back . I asked how they had gotten along. Joan smiled that evil smile I loved and said 'Fairly well, but there had been one problem" "Oh, I replied, and what happened". Joan laughed and explained. "Let me show you, lay down on the bed". She got some ropes ready and I knew I was in for a treat. "We argued, and I was forced to secure her like this." She pushed me to the bed and tied my arms quickly to the headboard. She had become very skillful and fast with rope. She then spread my legs and pulled off my sneakers. She tied my legs pretty wide to the support on the bottom of the bed. In about 3 minutes, I was at her mercy.
Joan giggled and slowly pulled off my socks. I was already erect, awaiting her skilled tickling techniques. Her nails were fairly long and she quickly began raking them across my soles. I went ballistic pretty quickly as I had not been tickled in a long time. She altered her technique sligtly by dragging one nail across my toes. She switched feet and did the same to the other side. Then, she kneeled down and slowly nibbled on my big toe. She knew I could not stand that and the effect was devastating. I had traveled thousands of miles to be tickle tortured.
She lifted up my shirt and used her fingers this time, attacking my ribs and sides. I pleaded to be let go. "Not yet, we have to establish again who the boss is". quickly, she brought her nails to my underarms and began the final assault. Final, because the top rope then broke and I quickly ripped off the other one. She just stood there laughing. I then freed my feet and tackled her to the ground. Tickling was the last thing on my mind. I ripped off her dress and then her underwear. 'Too bad, I was going to tickle your cock till you burst", Joan whispered. I ripped off my clothes and tried to enter her, but she pulled away. I was not to be denied. 'Back here, big bottom Joan or I will spank your ass with impunity.I finally positioned her but she did not allow me entry. I briefly was in, but she wiggled away. "Poor baby, she again whispered. You can't quite get in there." If you let me tie you again, I promise we will do it". I was incredibly excited from her teasing and being inside her briefly. I knew I could not let her tie me again. She sat down on the bed and slightly opened her legs. She was still in control. I dove on her and held her arms. She pulled away and tickled my sides. I then held her arms firmly. I was hard enough to gain penetration. I entered her and let go of her. As I pushed into her she tickled the backs of my legs and my hips. I furiously thrusted till I climaxed.
The rest of the trip was great. i thought we had re-kindled our romance. Very sadly, I was never able to get to London again where Joan resided for years. I saw her back in the states after we both were married to other people. I cannot help but always think of our last meeting....... .
The trip over went well and soon I found myself in her 'flat". She had told me that cousin Lois had been over to visit a few weeks back . I asked how they had gotten along. Joan smiled that evil smile I loved and said 'Fairly well, but there had been one problem" "Oh, I replied, and what happened". Joan laughed and explained. "Let me show you, lay down on the bed". She got some ropes ready and I knew I was in for a treat. "We argued, and I was forced to secure her like this." She pushed me to the bed and tied my arms quickly to the headboard. She had become very skillful and fast with rope. She then spread my legs and pulled off my sneakers. She tied my legs pretty wide to the support on the bottom of the bed. In about 3 minutes, I was at her mercy.
Joan giggled and slowly pulled off my socks. I was already erect, awaiting her skilled tickling techniques. Her nails were fairly long and she quickly began raking them across my soles. I went ballistic pretty quickly as I had not been tickled in a long time. She altered her technique sligtly by dragging one nail across my toes. She switched feet and did the same to the other side. Then, she kneeled down and slowly nibbled on my big toe. She knew I could not stand that and the effect was devastating. I had traveled thousands of miles to be tickle tortured.
She lifted up my shirt and used her fingers this time, attacking my ribs and sides. I pleaded to be let go. "Not yet, we have to establish again who the boss is". quickly, she brought her nails to my underarms and began the final assault. Final, because the top rope then broke and I quickly ripped off the other one. She just stood there laughing. I then freed my feet and tackled her to the ground. Tickling was the last thing on my mind. I ripped off her dress and then her underwear. 'Too bad, I was going to tickle your cock till you burst", Joan whispered. I ripped off my clothes and tried to enter her, but she pulled away. I was not to be denied. 'Back here, big bottom Joan or I will spank your ass with impunity.I finally positioned her but she did not allow me entry. I briefly was in, but she wiggled away. "Poor baby, she again whispered. You can't quite get in there." If you let me tie you again, I promise we will do it". I was incredibly excited from her teasing and being inside her briefly. I knew I could not let her tie me again. She sat down on the bed and slightly opened her legs. She was still in control. I dove on her and held her arms. She pulled away and tickled my sides. I then held her arms firmly. I was hard enough to gain penetration. I entered her and let go of her. As I pushed into her she tickled the backs of my legs and my hips. I furiously thrusted till I climaxed.
The rest of the trip was great. i thought we had re-kindled our romance. Very sadly, I was never able to get to London again where Joan resided for years. I saw her back in the states after we both were married to other people. I cannot help but always think of our last meeting....... .
