I've been inspired by The Internet's true stories and whilst I can't compare with his epic tales, one of his sparked an old memory which I now feel compelled to share.
This one takes place in the early days of an LTR, the first couple of months where everything is new and exciting. My girlfriend had a slender, athletic physique from her competitive swimming and running days and her stomach was an absolute marvel. I never passed up any opportunity to touch her, smell her, taste her - I was utterly intoxicated by her.
One morning she was sitting on my bed after taking a shower. I remember the scene vividly. Her short, auburn hair was still wet and she was wearing a satin green and black bra (still one of the sexiest pieces of lingerie I've ever seen wrapped a female form) and blue jeans. We had the day off and she was on her phone to a work colleague, updating them on an couple of points.
It was her fault really. She gave me a wink.
That wink of hers... combined with the sight of her semi-clad and fresh from the shower made me think some very bad thoughts.
I innocently went and sat next to her on the bed and kissed her on the cheek. She squeezed my hand and carried on talking. I put my arm around her, she put her head on my shoulder. My t-shirt got damp, I didn't care. I started pitter-pattering my fingers up and down her back. I could see the corners of her lips curl up as I traced slow, elegant patterns on her skin.
"Yeah, they've already got the agenda so you don't need to worry about that..." She said, before turning to me and mouthing, "Stop it."
Obviously I didn't and switched my attention to her waist, snuggling closer. She tried to edge away. While my left hand teased her waist, my right went to her neck and she instinctively hunched her shoulders. I blew on her ear and she gasped loud enough for the person on the other end to hear.
"What? No nothing, I just trod on something. So anyway, the invites have all RSVP'd and you have the contact emails for everyone..."
I brushed my lips on her neck. She gave me a wicked grin and punched me on the thigh before stepping up and walking past me.
She hadn't fastened her jeans or belt yet so she was holding them up with one hand while her cuffs brushed the floor. Bare feet peeking out of jeans - another win.
"Hey, I'm just going into the living room, the uh, reception is better in there."
By now the horny little devil over my shoulder was cackling away in my ear but I hardly needed any encouragement. I followed her while she mouthed at me to get lost while trying to finish the call with her office.
I pressed her against the wall and spidered my fingers in front of her while she shot daggers out of her eyes at me, all while talking her colleague through something to do with PowerPoint. I was impressed at her composure but that didn't mean I was going to let her off.
I nibbled on her neck now and heard her voice take on a strangled quality. She tried to push me away. I took that hand and moved it behind her back. I was taking way more pleasure out of this than I should have but damn it was fun. And hot.
She did her best to defend herself and had to lift one knee up to her jeans from sliding down. I started poking her ribs and hipbones and she screwed up her face and bit her lip. I fluttered my fingers around her belly button. She mouthed, "Fuck off," with a horrified look. She was close to cracking.
Finally she was able to say, "OK, bye," and she killed the call and underhanded her phone onto the sofa.
She was giggling and red cheeked. She slapped me on the chest and told me I could be an annoying shit sometimes.
I had to plead to guilty to that.
She moved to fasten her jeans but that of course meant she couldn't protect herself from what I did next. I went after her pits and with her hands at her waist she reflexively clamped her arms to her sides, trapping my fingers in her underarms.
Which was exactly what I wanted.
A quick pit tickle and then I threw her on the sofa to continue kissing and tickling her.
She already knew I liked tickling her but she hadn't yet grasped the extent of my obsession. That would come in time.
My intentions were obvious at this point. She told me she had literally just got out of the shower. I told her we could share one afterwards.
This one takes place in the early days of an LTR, the first couple of months where everything is new and exciting. My girlfriend had a slender, athletic physique from her competitive swimming and running days and her stomach was an absolute marvel. I never passed up any opportunity to touch her, smell her, taste her - I was utterly intoxicated by her.
One morning she was sitting on my bed after taking a shower. I remember the scene vividly. Her short, auburn hair was still wet and she was wearing a satin green and black bra (still one of the sexiest pieces of lingerie I've ever seen wrapped a female form) and blue jeans. We had the day off and she was on her phone to a work colleague, updating them on an couple of points.
It was her fault really. She gave me a wink.
That wink of hers... combined with the sight of her semi-clad and fresh from the shower made me think some very bad thoughts.
I innocently went and sat next to her on the bed and kissed her on the cheek. She squeezed my hand and carried on talking. I put my arm around her, she put her head on my shoulder. My t-shirt got damp, I didn't care. I started pitter-pattering my fingers up and down her back. I could see the corners of her lips curl up as I traced slow, elegant patterns on her skin.
"Yeah, they've already got the agenda so you don't need to worry about that..." She said, before turning to me and mouthing, "Stop it."
Obviously I didn't and switched my attention to her waist, snuggling closer. She tried to edge away. While my left hand teased her waist, my right went to her neck and she instinctively hunched her shoulders. I blew on her ear and she gasped loud enough for the person on the other end to hear.
"What? No nothing, I just trod on something. So anyway, the invites have all RSVP'd and you have the contact emails for everyone..."
I brushed my lips on her neck. She gave me a wicked grin and punched me on the thigh before stepping up and walking past me.
She hadn't fastened her jeans or belt yet so she was holding them up with one hand while her cuffs brushed the floor. Bare feet peeking out of jeans - another win.
"Hey, I'm just going into the living room, the uh, reception is better in there."
By now the horny little devil over my shoulder was cackling away in my ear but I hardly needed any encouragement. I followed her while she mouthed at me to get lost while trying to finish the call with her office.
I pressed her against the wall and spidered my fingers in front of her while she shot daggers out of her eyes at me, all while talking her colleague through something to do with PowerPoint. I was impressed at her composure but that didn't mean I was going to let her off.
I nibbled on her neck now and heard her voice take on a strangled quality. She tried to push me away. I took that hand and moved it behind her back. I was taking way more pleasure out of this than I should have but damn it was fun. And hot.
She did her best to defend herself and had to lift one knee up to her jeans from sliding down. I started poking her ribs and hipbones and she screwed up her face and bit her lip. I fluttered my fingers around her belly button. She mouthed, "Fuck off," with a horrified look. She was close to cracking.
Finally she was able to say, "OK, bye," and she killed the call and underhanded her phone onto the sofa.
She was giggling and red cheeked. She slapped me on the chest and told me I could be an annoying shit sometimes.
I had to plead to guilty to that.
She moved to fasten her jeans but that of course meant she couldn't protect herself from what I did next. I went after her pits and with her hands at her waist she reflexively clamped her arms to her sides, trapping my fingers in her underarms.
Which was exactly what I wanted.
A quick pit tickle and then I threw her on the sofa to continue kissing and tickling her.
She already knew I liked tickling her but she hadn't yet grasped the extent of my obsession. That would come in time.
My intentions were obvious at this point. She told me she had literally just got out of the shower. I told her we could share one afterwards.
