Okay. It was Valentine's day, 2004, and Paige said she had a present for me. After tying me to the bed, naked, she told me at first, I'd hate her, but after, she'd make it all better. She then shaved me (Yes, down there, smart alecks!), then slowly stroked the newly bared skin with a fluffy feather. Just as I was nearing the point of no return, she stopped, and launched a suprise tickle attack on my feet! Now, I can't orgasm from tickling alone, so, as I was laughing my fool head off, the fire in my loins was slowly dwindling. When tears came to my eyes, Paige stopped foot tickling, and started stroking me with the feather again. Every time I got close, she'd tickle, and when I'd been thrashing around for a while, she'd feather again. She did this for THREE SOLID HOURS!!!!!

I was sweating profusely, crying my eyes out, begging, pleading, promising her ANYTHING if she'd just stop and get me off! Finally, she had mercy on me, and the resulting orgasm made me see stars, and left me practically motionless for the next half hour. Yes, after about an hour and fifteen minutes into my "present" I DID hate her (but in a very loving way
😀 ), but, she aslo did make it all better. Did I get her back? Oh, c'mon! Do you REALLY have to ask?
