tickle_rider
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This has been written by my girlfriend and me. Each of us has written from our own perspective.... Please feel free to comment. 🙂
I want you, my dear hottie, to let me tie you up spread-eagle to a bed, wearing nothing. I want you to feel totally helpless, knowing that I won't ever hurt you and that when you truly need a break, I would pause (even if not completely ;-) ). To make you feel me blindfolding you, to have me look at you..... To love you for what I see. I want you to feel my sweet kiss teasing you before the real teasing begins.
The prospect of being tied by you is more exciting that I hope to ever let on. What makes it better is that I trust you implicitly. I might never see what you see in me, but I don’t think I need to. I feel it. Your kiss expresses things to me where your words fail. I kiss you …
Then, when I finally decide to start the very ticklish torture, it starts at your upper underarms, then down to your armpits, gradually working my way exploring every spot above your waist. You will probably be giggling at this point. Next, I will want to stay at your lovely waist bones for a while and work my way down your thighs, knees, and shins. Giggles will still be erupting from your lips as I finally get to your feet.
Your fingers scribbling at my underarms alone drive me into ticklish agony. The upper body tickling makes me twist from side to side to avoid your fingertips, but it’s futile as you are lying on me and movement is minimized. You move down to my waist bones and tickle them. Since they are not very ticklish it gives me a short rest break. I am still giggling but can’t see what is on your evil mind. You move lower and I realize where your destination is. My heart starts pounding. Still giggling from the light tickles on my legs, I start pulling at the bonds slightly.
Once there I would hope to spend the most time at your feet. Slowly, maddening ticklish sensations starting at the tips of your toes, down your clefts, between the webs, underneath your toes, around your balls, your soles, then some nice proper deep and long strokes up and down your arches to make you really bounce and go mad, and finally getting to your heels. You will be laughing your head off by now but I will not stop until I see that you really need it....
You stop once you reach my feet and I know you are sitting on the floor facing my soles. I start scrunching my feet in advance. In my mind I am already begging for you to not tickle my feet but I am too proud to let that on just yet. I know what will happen to me the second your fingertips will make contact but I won’t beg before that. I see your fingers move towards my soles and I brace myself for impact already giggling. My brain is going into a pre-panic mode where my body stiffens. Suddenly I feel your fingers… but instead of you attacking my feet all out, I realize that you are taking it easy. Probably building it up (or you changed your mind to not make this torturous – ya right). Your fingers start their dance on my toe tips and move in between and this is when I start to lose it. I start bucking and laughing real loud right now. Still fighting to not beg but it’s a losing battle, and I know you know it. The second you hit my arches, I scream and bounce high on the bed. My mind is in a spin and all I can do is laugh and buck. My thought process doesn’t exist anymore so my words are limited to “STOP” and “PLEASE”. I can’t even feel the individual strokes, just the electricity that’s shooting from my feet through my entire body. Finally after what feels like ‘way too long’…. You stop.
During the break, I shall clamber up slowly upon the bed and settle down next to you. As you recover from my last tickle assault, I shall slowly remove your blindfold and watch you fondly as I lazily glide a single fingertip at random all over your bare upper body pausing to probe and tweak the spots that seem to torment you the hardest. 5 minutes of this shall be your rest break.
I am spent after just the foot tickling. My feet still tingle and it makes me continue giggling even though you stopped. I feel you lie down next to me and move so that there is no space between your body and my side. I look into your eyes with complete lust and love; an interesting combination. The tickling of my feet and the rest of me has me turned on wild. But I won’t say it… “It’s not time for that” is what your eyes tell me. You are already planning the next stage of the torture. I see that you are looking at me but it’s more like you are looking at my skin and bones, nothing on the inside exists for you right now. It’s hot! In the midst of my lust for you and what you are doing to me I feel a finger running up and down my opposite side from where you are. “Uh-oh”. Your finger finds a rhythm in sliding up and down my side, then up to my underarms (that gets me shaking) and back down again, over my belly and on to the other side. “I thought this was a break!” I said. “What do you think it is?” you reply with a smirk on your face and add “I can start tickling you again if you like?” I just shake my head side-to-side, fast. You keep up the poking and stroking and just to make things interesting and uncomfortable, you move down to my inner thighs and pubic region. My mind is slowly losing all control on my body and itself.
After this I would undo the straps that hold your thighs down and this might cause you to THINK that it was time for some upper body tickling, but you shall be sadly mistaken… The only thing I would dislike about what would follow, was not being able to see your face contorted with extreme pleasure torture as I lay on your thighs, facing your feet, my helpless hard-on pressed deep against your v-lips, as I checked and retightened your toe-ties and braced myself for a truly wild ride…
Amidst the chaos in my head I notice you move and get up. “Noooo…” Your mind is set on your target. You remove the thigh straps and I wonder whether this was it. But wait a second, this is you! This can never be IT! And … I’m right. I feel your body sit on my thighs facing my feet and my jaw drops! “Not again!” You busy yourself in resting yourself perfectly on me. By perfectly I mean most torturously for me. I realize that this time you are going to make this a twin torture session. You adjust yourself such that your hard-on presses against my clit. The initial contact itself makes me arch. I am that aroused. But your goal is not to finish me. Far from it. After you are done adjusting yourself to inconvenience (hence the lovely torture) me most, you ask me, “Are you ready?” I don’t think there is a right answer for that. Not one I’d like to give and you would like to hear, anyway. So I do the only thing I can, start giggling…
As always, in order to ravish you most satisfactorily and completely, I would start slowly and lovingly, gliding the tips of my forefingers lazily up and down the center line of each sole. I would do this until your body got used to the irritating but not hyperticklish sensations caused to your soles by the light touch of my fingertips. As soon as I sensed your body calming down, I would make things interesting by interspersing the lazy soft tickling with fingernail raking, thoroughly enjoying the extra bounce each time my nail tips ravished your soft soles instead of my fingertips. You would now be moaning from the sexually torturous sensations caused by each bump, and giggling (sometimes wildly) from the totally random sole tickle torture. I would do this for the next 10 to 15 minutes or till I sensed you going halfway insane, whichever came last.
I am again waiting for the explosion…I feel your fingertips touch my arch and I automatically burst out laughing. Then I realize that it is not tickling as bad. You are lazily dragging your fingers up and down my center arches instead of digging into them. This is worse!! I know you and your mind. I know why you are only gently tickling me but I can do nothing about it. The light tickling of my feet is turning me on further and the added friction of our lower body is not helping, so I giggle and moan (hoping it’s inaudible). The anticipation is killing me… I know you will strike at random, but that is the problem, it will be at random! After a minute I start enjoying the light tickle a little more than you want me to. Suddenly, I buck and scream! Your nails raking against my sensitive sole sends a 440 volt jolt through my body! That one second rake is enough to send me into laughter and a giggle fit for the next minute, by which time I start calming down again. You sense that and again rake your nails up my arches. This repeats till my heart beats like the drums of a hard rock band and I am shaking and laughing like someone who has lost any form of sanity. Intermittently, when you shift to gentle tickling, my mind can only focus on getting my breath back and the building sensation down under. At this one point I realize exactly how turned on I am, and I guess so do you because you stop. Damn you!
After that, would come another much-needed (for both of us) pause. However, unseen to your panting, recovering self and therefore unknown to you… my fingernails would be wiggling wildly in the air, just an inch away from your soft soles, less than a minute away from total, sadistic mayhem…
My breathing is erratic and eyes are shut tight. The only thing I can think about is humping you till I pass out. The thought shakes me back to reality and I try to get control over my mind and body again. I am not used to such thoughts and impulses, but ignoring the urge is hard, even for a control freak like me. I don’t know what is going on in your mind, and you not having shifted position is slowly making its way to my conscious brain. ‘This can’t be good’. I start begging you already “Plleasseee chotuuu… no more!” And then….
I would DIG IN to your arches, with my nail tips, wiggling them as hard as I could, trying not to get thrown off or go deaf in the next one minute of nonstop madness.
I scream as loudly as I can and my body arches and bucks, finding strength that I didn’t think I had even before the session began! I can’t even form words to ask you to stop. I just scream with some laughter mixed in it. The one minute is more like a century and I would do anything for it to stop.
After that I would stop and lie on u with my ear on your chest so that I could hear your wildly beating heart calm down as I slid my hands facing up under your back and pulled your body to me.
Finally you stop but I can’t stop my laughing or shaking. I have completely lost all sense of control. I decide to keep my eyes closed and pray that it doesn’t start all over again. I feel your head place gently on my chest. And trust me you don’t need silence to be able to hear my heart beat. I find myself relaxing now that you are away from my feet. The tingling of my feet slowly subsides, but it is alone. The other tingling is refusing to calm down. Being tied spread eagled doesn’t help either as there is invariably some form of contact from your body. Torture. Your hands reach under me and I find my body arching to maximize contact with yours. My back, being a very sensual spot for me, finds your warm hands very soothing and seems to relax my entire body almost instantly. The proximity also has its own effect on my mental and physical status. I smile at you. And kiss you very gently and teasingly at first. I can feel you almost instantly try and deepen the kiss… I draw back. But you are in a different world right now… instantly you follow me and kiss me hard.
After a minute or two of complete affection and no torture, I would slide up and kiss you. Hard. Arch out on you and dry-hump you slowly as I kissed you again. Then I would gleefully contemplate how I would like to ravish you further...
Your kiss leaves me with no will power. I try the impossible and deepen the kiss further. My mind has no other thoughts except that I want you. I don’t even know what that means, but I just know I do. That’s all I want! I feel your hips move against mine and I know you have not forgotten the purpose of my bondage; just momentarily gotten lost in a different pleasure. As you break your kiss with me, I am willing to do nearly anything to keep you kissing me. I know what is to come if we are not busy with this distraction. But you know my games; it would not be the first time I tried to keep you locked in a kiss to avoid another round of torture. I see you looking at my body. The thoughts in your head, I can almost hear. “Where should I tickle next? What will make her buck the most and drive her absolutely insane?” Then I see that look… “Aha!”, “Uh-oh”.
The next phase of your torture would start with me softly but hurriedly skittering my fingertips up and down your bare underarms, elbows to armpits intermittently digging into and raking your elbows to up the insanity quotient. Of course i shall also dry-hump and kiss you lots during this, to keep you adequately tormented. The gentle skittering will give way to more and more elbow raking and full-on rib-torture sometimes supplemented by me crawling down your hot bod and raspberrying your belly and belly sides loudly, totally enjoying your explosions of laughter each time i did that....
You lie down on me and suddenly start skittering your nails up and down my underarms till my armpits. I am screaming again, trying to buck you off of me. The tickling is intense. My armpits are not that ticklish but become sensitive due to having been tickled for a while now. But my underarms are super sensitive and I hate being tickled there. You know that all too well, don’t you? I scream and beg for you to stop, that you can tickle me anywhere else but there. Your light nail tickling drives me wild. I can feel you kissing me all over my face, cheeks, lips, chin, nose, but my concentration is not on any of your sweet kisses. Even the friction you are causing against my pussy doesn’t take the edge of the tickling. You do finally move on from that spot, only to another bad spot. You attack my ribs, tickling hard. I arch as much as I can with your weight still on me. Screaming again I beg you to stop! But you are in a trance. Then you do something that I was praying you had forgotten about. You slide down my body till your chest is on my hips and your face is mere inches above my belly. I am in shock and instantly mutter all sorts of ‘please’ and ‘don’t’. You suddenly bend down and give me a long raspberry in my belly – I scream like never before. An actual scream. You are surely deaf after it, but you continue anyway. My body threatens to break through the bondage you put me in. “PLEASE DON’T DO THAT!!” I beg. You proceed to give me three more that nearly lead to my permanent insanity. You come up and hug me, tight. As if that is going to make up for what you have done to me. Just you wait…
I ask if you are done and you reply “almost”. I can’t believe that there is more. You don’t say more and crawl down my body. Kissing my belly on the way down which makes me jump and burst into giggles again. I am nervous and unsure about your intentions now. You stop till your hands and face are just inches away from my most sensitive spot. “Oh god”. You decide to start with an explosion… you bend down and deeply kiss me on my clit which nearly sends me through the roof. Then I hear a buzzing and know exactly what makes that sound. I can’t see what you are doing so I close my eyes and wait. You start at my inner thighs and slowly, annoyingly, and agonizingly, move towards the hot spot. Inner thighs, the skin where my hips meet my thighs, pussy lips, and then… you switch the vibrator off. “Noooo…” I am at a stage where I would even rape you if I was set free. You instead tie my thighs down! Apparently you “don’t want any unauthorized movement”. More torture, but it is exquisite. I feel your two fingers running down my v-lips. Not touching the one spot that I am dying for you to touch, and rub, and, anything! My entire sense of self-control was destroyed a while back. I just want… but you want me to wait. I hear the buzzing again and instantly feel it zero in on my clit. I nearly jump out of my skin! The feeling is pure pleasure, nothing feels this good. But you are only teasing right now. You pull it away as soon as you see me get too happy about what you are doing. The frustration has me right on the edge. I just want you to touch me once and I will explode. So you instead bite my inner thigh. Ouch! The wait and love bite bring me away from the edge a little.
You have now made up your mind to go for the kill. I hear the buzz start again and then feel it moving around my pussy lips. I try and move my hips towards it but the thigh straps make that impossible. I suddenly feel another kiss placed squarely on my clit and then vibrations replacing the kiss. You move the vibrator around in circles very gently and keep alternating between that and kisses. Finally I get what I have been waiting for… my entire body arches and I pull at the bonds as an intense orgasm takes over me. When I come back to earth I open my eyes and see you making your way to me. You release my bonds and hug me tight, giving me a nice long kiss.
I push you back and lie down over you instead, kissing you intensely.
“Ready?” I ask
“For what!?” you look at me shocked
“Well, this…” I quickly tie your hands above your head, grinning evilly to myself.
“I love you… don’t forget that”
To be continued…
I want you, my dear hottie, to let me tie you up spread-eagle to a bed, wearing nothing. I want you to feel totally helpless, knowing that I won't ever hurt you and that when you truly need a break, I would pause (even if not completely ;-) ). To make you feel me blindfolding you, to have me look at you..... To love you for what I see. I want you to feel my sweet kiss teasing you before the real teasing begins.
The prospect of being tied by you is more exciting that I hope to ever let on. What makes it better is that I trust you implicitly. I might never see what you see in me, but I don’t think I need to. I feel it. Your kiss expresses things to me where your words fail. I kiss you …
Then, when I finally decide to start the very ticklish torture, it starts at your upper underarms, then down to your armpits, gradually working my way exploring every spot above your waist. You will probably be giggling at this point. Next, I will want to stay at your lovely waist bones for a while and work my way down your thighs, knees, and shins. Giggles will still be erupting from your lips as I finally get to your feet.
Your fingers scribbling at my underarms alone drive me into ticklish agony. The upper body tickling makes me twist from side to side to avoid your fingertips, but it’s futile as you are lying on me and movement is minimized. You move down to my waist bones and tickle them. Since they are not very ticklish it gives me a short rest break. I am still giggling but can’t see what is on your evil mind. You move lower and I realize where your destination is. My heart starts pounding. Still giggling from the light tickles on my legs, I start pulling at the bonds slightly.
Once there I would hope to spend the most time at your feet. Slowly, maddening ticklish sensations starting at the tips of your toes, down your clefts, between the webs, underneath your toes, around your balls, your soles, then some nice proper deep and long strokes up and down your arches to make you really bounce and go mad, and finally getting to your heels. You will be laughing your head off by now but I will not stop until I see that you really need it....
You stop once you reach my feet and I know you are sitting on the floor facing my soles. I start scrunching my feet in advance. In my mind I am already begging for you to not tickle my feet but I am too proud to let that on just yet. I know what will happen to me the second your fingertips will make contact but I won’t beg before that. I see your fingers move towards my soles and I brace myself for impact already giggling. My brain is going into a pre-panic mode where my body stiffens. Suddenly I feel your fingers… but instead of you attacking my feet all out, I realize that you are taking it easy. Probably building it up (or you changed your mind to not make this torturous – ya right). Your fingers start their dance on my toe tips and move in between and this is when I start to lose it. I start bucking and laughing real loud right now. Still fighting to not beg but it’s a losing battle, and I know you know it. The second you hit my arches, I scream and bounce high on the bed. My mind is in a spin and all I can do is laugh and buck. My thought process doesn’t exist anymore so my words are limited to “STOP” and “PLEASE”. I can’t even feel the individual strokes, just the electricity that’s shooting from my feet through my entire body. Finally after what feels like ‘way too long’…. You stop.
During the break, I shall clamber up slowly upon the bed and settle down next to you. As you recover from my last tickle assault, I shall slowly remove your blindfold and watch you fondly as I lazily glide a single fingertip at random all over your bare upper body pausing to probe and tweak the spots that seem to torment you the hardest. 5 minutes of this shall be your rest break.
I am spent after just the foot tickling. My feet still tingle and it makes me continue giggling even though you stopped. I feel you lie down next to me and move so that there is no space between your body and my side. I look into your eyes with complete lust and love; an interesting combination. The tickling of my feet and the rest of me has me turned on wild. But I won’t say it… “It’s not time for that” is what your eyes tell me. You are already planning the next stage of the torture. I see that you are looking at me but it’s more like you are looking at my skin and bones, nothing on the inside exists for you right now. It’s hot! In the midst of my lust for you and what you are doing to me I feel a finger running up and down my opposite side from where you are. “Uh-oh”. Your finger finds a rhythm in sliding up and down my side, then up to my underarms (that gets me shaking) and back down again, over my belly and on to the other side. “I thought this was a break!” I said. “What do you think it is?” you reply with a smirk on your face and add “I can start tickling you again if you like?” I just shake my head side-to-side, fast. You keep up the poking and stroking and just to make things interesting and uncomfortable, you move down to my inner thighs and pubic region. My mind is slowly losing all control on my body and itself.
After this I would undo the straps that hold your thighs down and this might cause you to THINK that it was time for some upper body tickling, but you shall be sadly mistaken… The only thing I would dislike about what would follow, was not being able to see your face contorted with extreme pleasure torture as I lay on your thighs, facing your feet, my helpless hard-on pressed deep against your v-lips, as I checked and retightened your toe-ties and braced myself for a truly wild ride…
Amidst the chaos in my head I notice you move and get up. “Noooo…” Your mind is set on your target. You remove the thigh straps and I wonder whether this was it. But wait a second, this is you! This can never be IT! And … I’m right. I feel your body sit on my thighs facing my feet and my jaw drops! “Not again!” You busy yourself in resting yourself perfectly on me. By perfectly I mean most torturously for me. I realize that this time you are going to make this a twin torture session. You adjust yourself such that your hard-on presses against my clit. The initial contact itself makes me arch. I am that aroused. But your goal is not to finish me. Far from it. After you are done adjusting yourself to inconvenience (hence the lovely torture) me most, you ask me, “Are you ready?” I don’t think there is a right answer for that. Not one I’d like to give and you would like to hear, anyway. So I do the only thing I can, start giggling…
As always, in order to ravish you most satisfactorily and completely, I would start slowly and lovingly, gliding the tips of my forefingers lazily up and down the center line of each sole. I would do this until your body got used to the irritating but not hyperticklish sensations caused to your soles by the light touch of my fingertips. As soon as I sensed your body calming down, I would make things interesting by interspersing the lazy soft tickling with fingernail raking, thoroughly enjoying the extra bounce each time my nail tips ravished your soft soles instead of my fingertips. You would now be moaning from the sexually torturous sensations caused by each bump, and giggling (sometimes wildly) from the totally random sole tickle torture. I would do this for the next 10 to 15 minutes or till I sensed you going halfway insane, whichever came last.
I am again waiting for the explosion…I feel your fingertips touch my arch and I automatically burst out laughing. Then I realize that it is not tickling as bad. You are lazily dragging your fingers up and down my center arches instead of digging into them. This is worse!! I know you and your mind. I know why you are only gently tickling me but I can do nothing about it. The light tickling of my feet is turning me on further and the added friction of our lower body is not helping, so I giggle and moan (hoping it’s inaudible). The anticipation is killing me… I know you will strike at random, but that is the problem, it will be at random! After a minute I start enjoying the light tickle a little more than you want me to. Suddenly, I buck and scream! Your nails raking against my sensitive sole sends a 440 volt jolt through my body! That one second rake is enough to send me into laughter and a giggle fit for the next minute, by which time I start calming down again. You sense that and again rake your nails up my arches. This repeats till my heart beats like the drums of a hard rock band and I am shaking and laughing like someone who has lost any form of sanity. Intermittently, when you shift to gentle tickling, my mind can only focus on getting my breath back and the building sensation down under. At this one point I realize exactly how turned on I am, and I guess so do you because you stop. Damn you!
After that, would come another much-needed (for both of us) pause. However, unseen to your panting, recovering self and therefore unknown to you… my fingernails would be wiggling wildly in the air, just an inch away from your soft soles, less than a minute away from total, sadistic mayhem…
My breathing is erratic and eyes are shut tight. The only thing I can think about is humping you till I pass out. The thought shakes me back to reality and I try to get control over my mind and body again. I am not used to such thoughts and impulses, but ignoring the urge is hard, even for a control freak like me. I don’t know what is going on in your mind, and you not having shifted position is slowly making its way to my conscious brain. ‘This can’t be good’. I start begging you already “Plleasseee chotuuu… no more!” And then….
I would DIG IN to your arches, with my nail tips, wiggling them as hard as I could, trying not to get thrown off or go deaf in the next one minute of nonstop madness.
I scream as loudly as I can and my body arches and bucks, finding strength that I didn’t think I had even before the session began! I can’t even form words to ask you to stop. I just scream with some laughter mixed in it. The one minute is more like a century and I would do anything for it to stop.
After that I would stop and lie on u with my ear on your chest so that I could hear your wildly beating heart calm down as I slid my hands facing up under your back and pulled your body to me.
Finally you stop but I can’t stop my laughing or shaking. I have completely lost all sense of control. I decide to keep my eyes closed and pray that it doesn’t start all over again. I feel your head place gently on my chest. And trust me you don’t need silence to be able to hear my heart beat. I find myself relaxing now that you are away from my feet. The tingling of my feet slowly subsides, but it is alone. The other tingling is refusing to calm down. Being tied spread eagled doesn’t help either as there is invariably some form of contact from your body. Torture. Your hands reach under me and I find my body arching to maximize contact with yours. My back, being a very sensual spot for me, finds your warm hands very soothing and seems to relax my entire body almost instantly. The proximity also has its own effect on my mental and physical status. I smile at you. And kiss you very gently and teasingly at first. I can feel you almost instantly try and deepen the kiss… I draw back. But you are in a different world right now… instantly you follow me and kiss me hard.
After a minute or two of complete affection and no torture, I would slide up and kiss you. Hard. Arch out on you and dry-hump you slowly as I kissed you again. Then I would gleefully contemplate how I would like to ravish you further...
Your kiss leaves me with no will power. I try the impossible and deepen the kiss further. My mind has no other thoughts except that I want you. I don’t even know what that means, but I just know I do. That’s all I want! I feel your hips move against mine and I know you have not forgotten the purpose of my bondage; just momentarily gotten lost in a different pleasure. As you break your kiss with me, I am willing to do nearly anything to keep you kissing me. I know what is to come if we are not busy with this distraction. But you know my games; it would not be the first time I tried to keep you locked in a kiss to avoid another round of torture. I see you looking at my body. The thoughts in your head, I can almost hear. “Where should I tickle next? What will make her buck the most and drive her absolutely insane?” Then I see that look… “Aha!”, “Uh-oh”.
The next phase of your torture would start with me softly but hurriedly skittering my fingertips up and down your bare underarms, elbows to armpits intermittently digging into and raking your elbows to up the insanity quotient. Of course i shall also dry-hump and kiss you lots during this, to keep you adequately tormented. The gentle skittering will give way to more and more elbow raking and full-on rib-torture sometimes supplemented by me crawling down your hot bod and raspberrying your belly and belly sides loudly, totally enjoying your explosions of laughter each time i did that....
You lie down on me and suddenly start skittering your nails up and down my underarms till my armpits. I am screaming again, trying to buck you off of me. The tickling is intense. My armpits are not that ticklish but become sensitive due to having been tickled for a while now. But my underarms are super sensitive and I hate being tickled there. You know that all too well, don’t you? I scream and beg for you to stop, that you can tickle me anywhere else but there. Your light nail tickling drives me wild. I can feel you kissing me all over my face, cheeks, lips, chin, nose, but my concentration is not on any of your sweet kisses. Even the friction you are causing against my pussy doesn’t take the edge of the tickling. You do finally move on from that spot, only to another bad spot. You attack my ribs, tickling hard. I arch as much as I can with your weight still on me. Screaming again I beg you to stop! But you are in a trance. Then you do something that I was praying you had forgotten about. You slide down my body till your chest is on my hips and your face is mere inches above my belly. I am in shock and instantly mutter all sorts of ‘please’ and ‘don’t’. You suddenly bend down and give me a long raspberry in my belly – I scream like never before. An actual scream. You are surely deaf after it, but you continue anyway. My body threatens to break through the bondage you put me in. “PLEASE DON’T DO THAT!!” I beg. You proceed to give me three more that nearly lead to my permanent insanity. You come up and hug me, tight. As if that is going to make up for what you have done to me. Just you wait…
I ask if you are done and you reply “almost”. I can’t believe that there is more. You don’t say more and crawl down my body. Kissing my belly on the way down which makes me jump and burst into giggles again. I am nervous and unsure about your intentions now. You stop till your hands and face are just inches away from my most sensitive spot. “Oh god”. You decide to start with an explosion… you bend down and deeply kiss me on my clit which nearly sends me through the roof. Then I hear a buzzing and know exactly what makes that sound. I can’t see what you are doing so I close my eyes and wait. You start at my inner thighs and slowly, annoyingly, and agonizingly, move towards the hot spot. Inner thighs, the skin where my hips meet my thighs, pussy lips, and then… you switch the vibrator off. “Noooo…” I am at a stage where I would even rape you if I was set free. You instead tie my thighs down! Apparently you “don’t want any unauthorized movement”. More torture, but it is exquisite. I feel your two fingers running down my v-lips. Not touching the one spot that I am dying for you to touch, and rub, and, anything! My entire sense of self-control was destroyed a while back. I just want… but you want me to wait. I hear the buzzing again and instantly feel it zero in on my clit. I nearly jump out of my skin! The feeling is pure pleasure, nothing feels this good. But you are only teasing right now. You pull it away as soon as you see me get too happy about what you are doing. The frustration has me right on the edge. I just want you to touch me once and I will explode. So you instead bite my inner thigh. Ouch! The wait and love bite bring me away from the edge a little.
You have now made up your mind to go for the kill. I hear the buzz start again and then feel it moving around my pussy lips. I try and move my hips towards it but the thigh straps make that impossible. I suddenly feel another kiss placed squarely on my clit and then vibrations replacing the kiss. You move the vibrator around in circles very gently and keep alternating between that and kisses. Finally I get what I have been waiting for… my entire body arches and I pull at the bonds as an intense orgasm takes over me. When I come back to earth I open my eyes and see you making your way to me. You release my bonds and hug me tight, giving me a nice long kiss.
I push you back and lie down over you instead, kissing you intensely.
“Ready?” I ask
“For what!?” you look at me shocked
“Well, this…” I quickly tie your hands above your head, grinning evilly to myself.
“I love you… don’t forget that”
To be continued…
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