sensitivegirl
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Something wicked this way comes. I do not know exactly what is happening to my "lee" DNA, but the substructure is changing slowly. I find myself having thoughts I have never had before. I saw my new boss the other day sitting relaxing after a meeting in his nice expensive thin socks, the colored kind men wear that would drive a woman mad with ticklishness, and imagined myself running my nail up his sole while I peered over at his high arch and tried to control my thoughts. This of course, was fruitless. I also find myself watching video clips of women tickling their men, helpless hardbodies writhing and struggling and begging for mercy, and something is clicking within me. Now, truthfully its not the same as of now, as say, the thought of a hot man having me tied up and teasing me senseless, but the issue is that these thoughts are completely new to me. Perhaps, seeing a hot muscular man tied up and having coconuts bashed on his head might be exciting, just because watching abs flex and taut thighs quiver is just hot. But, something about their giggles and pleas,,,I dont' know. Its just affecting me.
Now, I know certain men who know me as a 'lee' and think that that is all I am are reading this going "yea right, here we go, another fruitless attempt to win my heart" but some things you can't fake. Besides, I have better things to do than post this.
Now, mind you, this goes against my grain totally. I like strong men, who take charge, not submissive types, but, having a man tied up and teasing him for hours isn't a sign of weakess after all, but more a sign of strength, for he is willing to put himself out there, and take his due.
The other night I was with a friend of mine, who I mentioned in the last post. He is beautiful, and what every man who lives in south florida should be, tan, buff, and ticklish. He had indulged in a little herb and I started to take off his bathrobe to find a pair of black boxer briefs underneath. All women are driven mad by tight form fitting boxer briefs, especially when there is one stomach. His tan lines drive me crazy as it is, and I started to slowly peel his bathrobe off. After all, only one man really looks better with his bathrobe ON, and he lives in a mansion in LA with three blonde bunnies. That is their problem. I ran my nails over his boxer briefs, and he squirmed. I smiled. "Stop, it tickles" he said. I just happened to linger over his hip area, one of my worst, so I know the spot well. That sweet crease where the leg meets the body, so tender, so soft, so close to the goodies but yet far enough away to have a life of it's own. I giggled and watched his squirm as I gently tickled him. Now I am not an advocate of any type of illegal drug, those days are long gone for me. But, honestly who needs scarves or ties when a man is in a paralyzed state from Florida's finest? He could hardly move. I continued to slowly open his robe to reveal his perfect body, and gently kissed his sides. He giggled. What is happening to me? Why do I care if a man giggles or squirms, or that I have the power to make him do so? I do know it was HOT. I won't go into furthur detail of the evening, do I have to? Florida moonlight, a little weed, and a women high on ecstasy, the kind we produce ourselves. No pill can touch that.
I hope this new desire of mine stops growing, just like I hope our next president will be honest. But, what are the chances?
I have to leave you now and go to the gym, where I will be surronded by hardbodies, and try to focus on my workout. Besides, who really cares if they are ticklish anyway? Not me...........
Now, I know certain men who know me as a 'lee' and think that that is all I am are reading this going "yea right, here we go, another fruitless attempt to win my heart" but some things you can't fake. Besides, I have better things to do than post this.
Now, mind you, this goes against my grain totally. I like strong men, who take charge, not submissive types, but, having a man tied up and teasing him for hours isn't a sign of weakess after all, but more a sign of strength, for he is willing to put himself out there, and take his due.
The other night I was with a friend of mine, who I mentioned in the last post. He is beautiful, and what every man who lives in south florida should be, tan, buff, and ticklish. He had indulged in a little herb and I started to take off his bathrobe to find a pair of black boxer briefs underneath. All women are driven mad by tight form fitting boxer briefs, especially when there is one stomach. His tan lines drive me crazy as it is, and I started to slowly peel his bathrobe off. After all, only one man really looks better with his bathrobe ON, and he lives in a mansion in LA with three blonde bunnies. That is their problem. I ran my nails over his boxer briefs, and he squirmed. I smiled. "Stop, it tickles" he said. I just happened to linger over his hip area, one of my worst, so I know the spot well. That sweet crease where the leg meets the body, so tender, so soft, so close to the goodies but yet far enough away to have a life of it's own. I giggled and watched his squirm as I gently tickled him. Now I am not an advocate of any type of illegal drug, those days are long gone for me. But, honestly who needs scarves or ties when a man is in a paralyzed state from Florida's finest? He could hardly move. I continued to slowly open his robe to reveal his perfect body, and gently kissed his sides. He giggled. What is happening to me? Why do I care if a man giggles or squirms, or that I have the power to make him do so? I do know it was HOT. I won't go into furthur detail of the evening, do I have to? Florida moonlight, a little weed, and a women high on ecstasy, the kind we produce ourselves. No pill can touch that.
I hope this new desire of mine stops growing, just like I hope our next president will be honest. But, what are the chances?
I have to leave you now and go to the gym, where I will be surronded by hardbodies, and try to focus on my workout. Besides, who really cares if they are ticklish anyway? Not me...........
