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You Belong With Me: Part I
(The first part of my first tickle story.)
It has been too long in coming, my dear. Having you here at my mercy, bound and as perfect-looking as I always dreamed your naked body would be, I cannot wait to begin. You would want to wait, if you could, forever, but I have waited long enough. Planning went into having you alone at the party, and planning went into making you agree to drink with me, as far wasted as you already were- I will not waste my planning.
Your blonde hair looks so perfect, still up in the bun you had placed it in for the party. Your short black dress, the one you meant to use to attract Richard- my Richard- is gone now, lying next to you on the bed in a heap of shreds from where I cut it away, and your form is perfect.
In truth, I never cared about Richard. I only cared about you, and having you helpless before me. The fact that you tried to take him from me, well, that can be used as justification for what I’m about to do to you. But the truth is there is no reason for your naked curves to be eagle-spread in front of me, for your huge tits to flop free of your shredded bra, other than I wanted this.
From the moment we met at that first party, our freshman year, I felt odd around you. At first it was little butterflies, little glances, and later it was drunken dancing, joking, coming close to expressing for you a feeling you never could have returned. And then came the fantasies. Some harmless, then gradually more extreme, poking you to gauge your reactions while in my head imagining how you would look if I tortured you for all you were denying me, and all I could never have.
I knew I had to try it as soon as you told me you’d fallen for him. “I want him,” you’d said. “I know the two of you just broke up, but do you mind? I feel as though we have some major chemistry.
“That’s great that you feel that way. I’m over him,” my mouth had said. Do it now, said my brain.
And now I am going to do it. I can see you stirring. The time for thought is past.
The time for action is now. Your blue eyes open, and I look into them with love, and I want you. If I can’t have you, I’m going to do everything in my power to make you want me.
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“Oh, Amelia, you’re awake,” said the dark, obviously naked female figure standing at the foot of the bed. The girl on the bed squirmed, her sapphire eyes opening up in fear and her body shuddering, causing her oversized breasts and curvy body to shake on the bed. The light cast weird shadows, both terrifying and confusing her, and in a tiny drunk voice she cried out.
“L… Let me go! Who are you?” asked Amelia, trying hard to peer forward into the darkness. “I’ll do whatever you say, just let me go!”
“Amelia, dear, would I ever hurt you?” The naked figure stepped forward into the light, revealing a woman with short brown hair and deep grey eyes, who appeared to be grinning at the other’s predicament. The naked figure stepped forward into the light, revealing a tall, slender woman with short brown hair and deep grey eyes, who appeared to be grinning at the other’s predicament. “We’re going to have fun tonight.”
“Emily! Emily, let me up! Why…?” Still slightly drunk and dazed, Amelia broke off in mid-sentence, unable to understand what was happening. “Please let me go!”
“Amelia, darling, I don’t know what you’re scared of. You and I are going to have fun tonight,” said Emily in a wicked voice, coming to stand over her classmate. Her eyes took in every part of Amelia’s form, from the way her nipples were perking up from the cold in the room and the perfect shadow over her pussy. Yes, she thought to herself, this is everything I’ve wanted.
“R…Richard, where’s Richard?”
“You don’t need Richard, darling,” said Emily softly. “You’re going to be begging for only me by the end of the night. Do you know how much I like you?”
“L…Like me?” Suddenly it all clicked in Amelia’s mind. “Let me go you lesbian bitch!” Her form began an ungainly struggle against the ties holding it in place. “Let me go right now! This is about Richard! This is about how you thought I was going to take him! Look, I’ll leave him alone! I’ll help you get back together! Just stop it!!!”
“Amelia,” said Emily quietly, lowering her hand onto the squirming girl’s stomach, “I don’t want Richard. I want you, and I’m going to make you mine tonight.”
“You…HEHE NO!” Amelia’s sentence was interrupted by the squeal of giggles she let out as Emily moved her long nails slowly over the pale sensitive flesh of her stomach.
“Yes. Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of doing this to you?” A smile crept over Emily’s face as she tickled softly over the flesh under her. As smooth as I imagined, she found herself thinking.
“Hehe let hehehe me heheheh goooo!!!”
“No. Not until you want me.”
With that, Emily stopped attempting to talk to her helpless victim and moved herself up onto the bed. Despite Amelia’s squirming and cursing, she managed to put herself astride the girl’s hips, severely limiting her mobility. “You’re going to be mine.”
“NO! Let me go! Let me go let me go let me…!!”
Without another word, Emily looked down at the flesh under her hands and slowly ran her nails up and down the sides of the girl under her. Instantly, she could feel Amelia flinching and wriggling under her, and so slowly, she placed both hands on either side of Amelia’s neck and began a light tickling, all the while teasing her:
“Amelia, you naughty girl, there is no escape. I’ve watched you forever. The whole time we’ve been friends. Everything you do, everything you’ve said, I’ve watched and listened to. You’re perfect for me. You make me smile when I’m down. I’ve done nothing but dream about the day you’d beg me to be with you. But there was always someone else.”
“Get off of me you crazy lesbian!!!” Screamed Amelia, thrashing as the nails lightly tickled along her neck. In truth, she was terrified. Suddenly her mind flashed back to all the playful tickle fights the two had while walking, all the times Emily had touched her lightly and made her squeal.
“I hope you won’t think of me like that when we’re done,” Emily said, and moved her nails down her friend’s neck to the smooth hollows under her arms. Without warning, all ten nails began to dig into her soft flesh in many flicking motions, all spidering in a different direction. Shivers and laughs began to emit from the body under Emily.
“I will make you mine, you ticklish girl. I love you, Amelia.”
Emily, already in a personal tickle hell, did not hear as her laughter filled the bedroom.
(The first part of my first tickle story.)
It has been too long in coming, my dear. Having you here at my mercy, bound and as perfect-looking as I always dreamed your naked body would be, I cannot wait to begin. You would want to wait, if you could, forever, but I have waited long enough. Planning went into having you alone at the party, and planning went into making you agree to drink with me, as far wasted as you already were- I will not waste my planning.
Your blonde hair looks so perfect, still up in the bun you had placed it in for the party. Your short black dress, the one you meant to use to attract Richard- my Richard- is gone now, lying next to you on the bed in a heap of shreds from where I cut it away, and your form is perfect.
In truth, I never cared about Richard. I only cared about you, and having you helpless before me. The fact that you tried to take him from me, well, that can be used as justification for what I’m about to do to you. But the truth is there is no reason for your naked curves to be eagle-spread in front of me, for your huge tits to flop free of your shredded bra, other than I wanted this.
From the moment we met at that first party, our freshman year, I felt odd around you. At first it was little butterflies, little glances, and later it was drunken dancing, joking, coming close to expressing for you a feeling you never could have returned. And then came the fantasies. Some harmless, then gradually more extreme, poking you to gauge your reactions while in my head imagining how you would look if I tortured you for all you were denying me, and all I could never have.
I knew I had to try it as soon as you told me you’d fallen for him. “I want him,” you’d said. “I know the two of you just broke up, but do you mind? I feel as though we have some major chemistry.
“That’s great that you feel that way. I’m over him,” my mouth had said. Do it now, said my brain.
And now I am going to do it. I can see you stirring. The time for thought is past.
The time for action is now. Your blue eyes open, and I look into them with love, and I want you. If I can’t have you, I’m going to do everything in my power to make you want me.
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“Oh, Amelia, you’re awake,” said the dark, obviously naked female figure standing at the foot of the bed. The girl on the bed squirmed, her sapphire eyes opening up in fear and her body shuddering, causing her oversized breasts and curvy body to shake on the bed. The light cast weird shadows, both terrifying and confusing her, and in a tiny drunk voice she cried out.
“L… Let me go! Who are you?” asked Amelia, trying hard to peer forward into the darkness. “I’ll do whatever you say, just let me go!”
“Amelia, dear, would I ever hurt you?” The naked figure stepped forward into the light, revealing a woman with short brown hair and deep grey eyes, who appeared to be grinning at the other’s predicament. The naked figure stepped forward into the light, revealing a tall, slender woman with short brown hair and deep grey eyes, who appeared to be grinning at the other’s predicament. “We’re going to have fun tonight.”
“Emily! Emily, let me up! Why…?” Still slightly drunk and dazed, Amelia broke off in mid-sentence, unable to understand what was happening. “Please let me go!”
“Amelia, darling, I don’t know what you’re scared of. You and I are going to have fun tonight,” said Emily in a wicked voice, coming to stand over her classmate. Her eyes took in every part of Amelia’s form, from the way her nipples were perking up from the cold in the room and the perfect shadow over her pussy. Yes, she thought to herself, this is everything I’ve wanted.
“R…Richard, where’s Richard?”
“You don’t need Richard, darling,” said Emily softly. “You’re going to be begging for only me by the end of the night. Do you know how much I like you?”
“L…Like me?” Suddenly it all clicked in Amelia’s mind. “Let me go you lesbian bitch!” Her form began an ungainly struggle against the ties holding it in place. “Let me go right now! This is about Richard! This is about how you thought I was going to take him! Look, I’ll leave him alone! I’ll help you get back together! Just stop it!!!”
“Amelia,” said Emily quietly, lowering her hand onto the squirming girl’s stomach, “I don’t want Richard. I want you, and I’m going to make you mine tonight.”
“You…HEHE NO!” Amelia’s sentence was interrupted by the squeal of giggles she let out as Emily moved her long nails slowly over the pale sensitive flesh of her stomach.
“Yes. Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of doing this to you?” A smile crept over Emily’s face as she tickled softly over the flesh under her. As smooth as I imagined, she found herself thinking.
“Hehe let hehehe me heheheh goooo!!!”
“No. Not until you want me.”
With that, Emily stopped attempting to talk to her helpless victim and moved herself up onto the bed. Despite Amelia’s squirming and cursing, she managed to put herself astride the girl’s hips, severely limiting her mobility. “You’re going to be mine.”
“NO! Let me go! Let me go let me go let me…!!”
Without another word, Emily looked down at the flesh under her hands and slowly ran her nails up and down the sides of the girl under her. Instantly, she could feel Amelia flinching and wriggling under her, and so slowly, she placed both hands on either side of Amelia’s neck and began a light tickling, all the while teasing her:
“Amelia, you naughty girl, there is no escape. I’ve watched you forever. The whole time we’ve been friends. Everything you do, everything you’ve said, I’ve watched and listened to. You’re perfect for me. You make me smile when I’m down. I’ve done nothing but dream about the day you’d beg me to be with you. But there was always someone else.”
“Get off of me you crazy lesbian!!!” Screamed Amelia, thrashing as the nails lightly tickled along her neck. In truth, she was terrified. Suddenly her mind flashed back to all the playful tickle fights the two had while walking, all the times Emily had touched her lightly and made her squeal.
“I hope you won’t think of me like that when we’re done,” Emily said, and moved her nails down her friend’s neck to the smooth hollows under her arms. Without warning, all ten nails began to dig into her soft flesh in many flicking motions, all spidering in a different direction. Shivers and laughs began to emit from the body under Emily.
“I will make you mine, you ticklish girl. I love you, Amelia.”
Emily, already in a personal tickle hell, did not hear as her laughter filled the bedroom.
