Emishticklish
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She was beautiful.
A good 5'11, pale...long lashed green eyes, a wide crooked smile. I'd been in love with this Girl, my Best Friend, for 7 months now. We've been Friends for a little longer than 8, dating for 2. When I bought the ticket to visit Russia, my Home, I hadn't anticipated that I'd be dating Lenka. It just happened to be a convenience, a very good one. 🙂 This was my first time in Tobolsk. Siberia. Cold and unforgiving...how smart of me to come visit in November. But as soon as I stepped foot into the Airport, and saw her waiting for me in her dark coat and grey scarf, cheeks pink from the cold, I no longer cared about anything else. 🙂
"привет." I nervously swallowed, and said my greetings. Without a word, still smiling broadly, Lenka took my suitcases and motioned for me to follow to her car.
3 hours later, we arrived to her apartment. It smelled sweet, like her. Of chocolate and light spice. She hurried me inside, dropping my bags into living room and with her hand on the small of my waist, she locked the door. As if finalizing something. I turned to look her in the eye, and the second I did her mouth was on mine. Hot, burning desire rushed though me and I urgently returned the kiss- moaning as she grabbed onto my chest, squeezing roughly.
"да...."
"да, то какие?" She breathlessly laughed into my cheek, pressing me into the wall and moving in on my neck. I squealed the second her breath caressed my skin, and she drew back for a second skeptically, then with a wicked smile forced her mouth on my neck and began nibbling.
I immediately began begging for it to stop, snorting and squealing into hysteria. This fueled Lenka's drive, and she kept at it- adding her fingers to dig into my ribcage until I was laughing so hard I thought they were going to break. I wasn't used to this kind of tickling, and may have panicked a little bit. Fortunately before I got to the screaming point, she hoisted me over her shoulder and carried me just like that into her bedroom. I was giggling the entire time, enjoying it. She all but threw me onto her bed, and keeping her Doe like green eyes on me, shed out of her clothing. I followed suit, figuring there would be more time for talk later. Now was the time for intimacy. If you've ever been in a Long distance Relationship before, you understand.
Taking her place at the end of the bed, she lifted my leg and began kissing the sole of my left foot tenderly. I giggled uproariously, reminding her over and over about how ticklish I am. Much to my delight, she continued, grinning and nuzzling her nose in my toes. I threw my head back and squealed. She kept up the playful tickling of my foot for a good five minutes, in the end even licking my ankle. My mind started racing back to the conversation I'd had with her about my tickling Fetish, she'd been relatively quiet about it and I thought I'd might have scared her, so this was amazing. Especially since she seemed to be enjoying herself so much as well. I spent the better half of my night having my body mercilessly tickle tortured, even allowing her to handcuff me to her bed post for added helplessness. I watched with interest as her breasts swelled with excitement upon letting her do this, and made a mental note of it.
"Готовы ли вы?" Asking me if I was ready. She straddled me, and had her fingers wiggling toward my armpits. I was already laughing, and telling her I'd had enough, no more tickling (I was lying, of course. XD) and as expected, the only response I got was lazy tickles under my arms, moving her long fingers in slow tortuous circles. Big ones, small ones, fast and slow. I started coughing, rapidly shaking my head from side to side desperately until eventually- she ceased. After further exploitation of my tummy, squeezing of my tender thighs and knees, and light tickling on my feet, Lenka finally let up...and proceeded to give me the BEST sex of my young Life. Her tongue felt like satin inside of me...and she gripped onto my waist as I came into her...all over her face, showing my gratitude.
But oh, the Show didn't end there.
After undoing my bounds, I clung onto her, kissing her soft plumb lips gratefully. She wrapped her arms around me momentarily, returning my kisses affectionately before informing she was going to start a fire in the living room. I watched as she slipped back into her thin long sleeved black shirt, and then I followed her. After she'd started the cozy fire, she plopped down onto her couch, stretching her long legs out. I took this moment to admire her feet. They too, like the rest of her, were beautiful. Long and slender. I think she wears a size 10. With long toes and shapely arches. Very light pink soles and pale on top. One single freckle on her left ankle. Able to take it no more, I walk over to where they're propped up, and kneel beside them. She's looking over curiously now as I take her left foot and start kissing. From her heel to her toes. She tries to hold in her giggles, being the typical tough, strong person she is, but I don't give her the opportunity.
"это пощекотать?" I teasingly ask if it tickles, she's gripping onto the armrests, biting her lip uncomfortably and curling her toes as I keep kissing...but once I've started licking, she's no longer able to contain herself, and desperate laughter starts flowing from her lips. Trying to yank back her legs, I'm forced to climb on the couch and sit directly on top of her shins. This allows me to use my fingers, and I happily scrawl my nails along her super soft soles with vigor. I have her in silent laughter after only ten seconds, and out of fear of traumatizing her, I abruptly stop. She's gasping into the cushion, and I snuggle close to her to feel her rapid heart beat. Once her bleary eyes have opened, and she sees me, she's vengefully tickling my ribcage once again, sarcastically asking if it tickles. I'm so wiped out from my night of intense tickling and orgasms at this point that all I can do is take it...laughing heartily and hoping she'll give me a break soon, and she does. Only to shove her woman hood in my face and demand to be serviced. And she is. 🙂 I'd never eaten a woman as passionately...or lovingly. I gave her the rest of my energy, plus some....until she was shaking and crying, humping my face....and then there was nothing. I found her, the tangled limbs....we cuddled together for body warmth, the fire going....and fell fast asleep within moments.
The next morning, I woke to Lenka preparing hot coffee and pastries for breakfast. The moment we made eye contact, she smiled warmly.
"ты такая красивая..." I tell her how beautiful she is, and I've never meant it more than I have looking at my Girlfriend holding that pot of coffee.
She blushed, no doubt remembering last night, and offered her hand to me. I took it, and we proceeded to have a wonderful breakfast together.
For the rest of my week long visit, Lenka took me out to dinner, to the Cinemas and of course there was plenty of tickle fucking to last for months. I was so exhausted by the end of my trip. At the airport, I embraced her tightly and reminded her that soon we'd see each other again, but that next time it'd be her turn to come see America. 🙂 <3 I think we're both looking forward to this.
A good 5'11, pale...long lashed green eyes, a wide crooked smile. I'd been in love with this Girl, my Best Friend, for 7 months now. We've been Friends for a little longer than 8, dating for 2. When I bought the ticket to visit Russia, my Home, I hadn't anticipated that I'd be dating Lenka. It just happened to be a convenience, a very good one. 🙂 This was my first time in Tobolsk. Siberia. Cold and unforgiving...how smart of me to come visit in November. But as soon as I stepped foot into the Airport, and saw her waiting for me in her dark coat and grey scarf, cheeks pink from the cold, I no longer cared about anything else. 🙂
"привет." I nervously swallowed, and said my greetings. Without a word, still smiling broadly, Lenka took my suitcases and motioned for me to follow to her car.
3 hours later, we arrived to her apartment. It smelled sweet, like her. Of chocolate and light spice. She hurried me inside, dropping my bags into living room and with her hand on the small of my waist, she locked the door. As if finalizing something. I turned to look her in the eye, and the second I did her mouth was on mine. Hot, burning desire rushed though me and I urgently returned the kiss- moaning as she grabbed onto my chest, squeezing roughly.
"да...."
"да, то какие?" She breathlessly laughed into my cheek, pressing me into the wall and moving in on my neck. I squealed the second her breath caressed my skin, and she drew back for a second skeptically, then with a wicked smile forced her mouth on my neck and began nibbling.
I immediately began begging for it to stop, snorting and squealing into hysteria. This fueled Lenka's drive, and she kept at it- adding her fingers to dig into my ribcage until I was laughing so hard I thought they were going to break. I wasn't used to this kind of tickling, and may have panicked a little bit. Fortunately before I got to the screaming point, she hoisted me over her shoulder and carried me just like that into her bedroom. I was giggling the entire time, enjoying it. She all but threw me onto her bed, and keeping her Doe like green eyes on me, shed out of her clothing. I followed suit, figuring there would be more time for talk later. Now was the time for intimacy. If you've ever been in a Long distance Relationship before, you understand.
Taking her place at the end of the bed, she lifted my leg and began kissing the sole of my left foot tenderly. I giggled uproariously, reminding her over and over about how ticklish I am. Much to my delight, she continued, grinning and nuzzling her nose in my toes. I threw my head back and squealed. She kept up the playful tickling of my foot for a good five minutes, in the end even licking my ankle. My mind started racing back to the conversation I'd had with her about my tickling Fetish, she'd been relatively quiet about it and I thought I'd might have scared her, so this was amazing. Especially since she seemed to be enjoying herself so much as well. I spent the better half of my night having my body mercilessly tickle tortured, even allowing her to handcuff me to her bed post for added helplessness. I watched with interest as her breasts swelled with excitement upon letting her do this, and made a mental note of it.
"Готовы ли вы?" Asking me if I was ready. She straddled me, and had her fingers wiggling toward my armpits. I was already laughing, and telling her I'd had enough, no more tickling (I was lying, of course. XD) and as expected, the only response I got was lazy tickles under my arms, moving her long fingers in slow tortuous circles. Big ones, small ones, fast and slow. I started coughing, rapidly shaking my head from side to side desperately until eventually- she ceased. After further exploitation of my tummy, squeezing of my tender thighs and knees, and light tickling on my feet, Lenka finally let up...and proceeded to give me the BEST sex of my young Life. Her tongue felt like satin inside of me...and she gripped onto my waist as I came into her...all over her face, showing my gratitude.
But oh, the Show didn't end there.
After undoing my bounds, I clung onto her, kissing her soft plumb lips gratefully. She wrapped her arms around me momentarily, returning my kisses affectionately before informing she was going to start a fire in the living room. I watched as she slipped back into her thin long sleeved black shirt, and then I followed her. After she'd started the cozy fire, she plopped down onto her couch, stretching her long legs out. I took this moment to admire her feet. They too, like the rest of her, were beautiful. Long and slender. I think she wears a size 10. With long toes and shapely arches. Very light pink soles and pale on top. One single freckle on her left ankle. Able to take it no more, I walk over to where they're propped up, and kneel beside them. She's looking over curiously now as I take her left foot and start kissing. From her heel to her toes. She tries to hold in her giggles, being the typical tough, strong person she is, but I don't give her the opportunity.
"это пощекотать?" I teasingly ask if it tickles, she's gripping onto the armrests, biting her lip uncomfortably and curling her toes as I keep kissing...but once I've started licking, she's no longer able to contain herself, and desperate laughter starts flowing from her lips. Trying to yank back her legs, I'm forced to climb on the couch and sit directly on top of her shins. This allows me to use my fingers, and I happily scrawl my nails along her super soft soles with vigor. I have her in silent laughter after only ten seconds, and out of fear of traumatizing her, I abruptly stop. She's gasping into the cushion, and I snuggle close to her to feel her rapid heart beat. Once her bleary eyes have opened, and she sees me, she's vengefully tickling my ribcage once again, sarcastically asking if it tickles. I'm so wiped out from my night of intense tickling and orgasms at this point that all I can do is take it...laughing heartily and hoping she'll give me a break soon, and she does. Only to shove her woman hood in my face and demand to be serviced. And she is. 🙂 I'd never eaten a woman as passionately...or lovingly. I gave her the rest of my energy, plus some....until she was shaking and crying, humping my face....and then there was nothing. I found her, the tangled limbs....we cuddled together for body warmth, the fire going....and fell fast asleep within moments.
The next morning, I woke to Lenka preparing hot coffee and pastries for breakfast. The moment we made eye contact, she smiled warmly.
"ты такая красивая..." I tell her how beautiful she is, and I've never meant it more than I have looking at my Girlfriend holding that pot of coffee.
She blushed, no doubt remembering last night, and offered her hand to me. I took it, and we proceeded to have a wonderful breakfast together.
For the rest of my week long visit, Lenka took me out to dinner, to the Cinemas and of course there was plenty of tickle fucking to last for months. I was so exhausted by the end of my trip. At the airport, I embraced her tightly and reminded her that soon we'd see each other again, but that next time it'd be her turn to come see America. 🙂 <3 I think we're both looking forward to this.
