Well, as it turns out, I saw my friend again last night! You might have read about my last encounter with her (Round Two!). It's somewhere on the front page.
I thought I'd share our encounter here with you all.
She came over last night. We couldn't get together this weekend due to her class schedule, but we finally found time to hang out on Tuesday. Laying in my bed, we started off watching Comedy Central. Tosh's stand up special was on and helped to keep the mood light.
I wasted no time poking away at her. She squeeled and bucked as usual. Throughout the first hour or so we cuddled and madeout and tickled each other, her on the recieving end of most of it, though I allowed her to sneak the occassional poke in.
Eventually, I had her on her stomach, digging my fingers into her ribs and underarms and she thrashed violently about. I gave her a break after she said our safe word (after our last few sessions, we decided that calling one another by name in the middle of a tickle assault was code to stop, for real. stop just meant one of us hadn't had enough yet 😉)
While she was catching her breath, I started to massage her back. She moaned and cooed, and I wispered in her ear that I was turned on. She told me she was too, but that it wasn't happening tonight (monthly vistor).
Fair enough. After a few minutes she offered to give me a massage. I was happy to oblige, so I took off my shirt and lay on my stomach. She started off rubbing my shoulders, but once she was suffiecently straddling me, she started drawing her long nails gently along my back and rib cage.
I giggled and bucked. Like any red blooded American man, I love to have my back scratched... but HOLY CRAP, when she hardly touched my lower back that softly it tickled like crazy. I eventually managed to turn over and she began a brief assault on my stomach and rib cage. Once I caught her wrists, she protested "oh what's wrong, you don't like it when YOU'RE the one being tickled?"
I told her no, but I couldn't help but to defend myself. I told her the difference between her and I was that I loved being tickled, and I could admit it, but she liked it just as much, and wouldn't say so. She smirked and blushed.
I told her that if she wanted to tickle me she'd have to tie my arms down. She smiled and before I knew it, my wrists were bound tightly above my head to the bed frame. I lay there, shirtless in fitted blue jeans and white socks as she staddled me and wrapped a blindfold around my eyes.
Now it should go without saying that I LOVE to mind fuck this girl when I'm tickling her. I'll leave my hands on her underarms, or a finger between her toes without moving it, just to get her hyperventilating a bit before I bring the torture on. I find I get a better response, plus it gets her wet as heck.
She's aparently a quick learner. Or perhaps I'm just a good mentor, because moments later I found myself in a world of darkness with ten manicured nails just barely resting in my helpless arm pits. She was mind fucking me back, and when she started spidering her little fingers she got the response she wanted. I bucked and thrashed and let out the short bursts of stifled laughter that are typical of me. This very clearly pleased her as she continued her seige against the rest of my naked upper body. Arm pits, rib cage, belly, she even reached underneath me and got the small of my back again.
Eventually she decided to pull my jeans down and try my pelvis region, and then my thighs. This kind of just turned me on. It didn't tickle at all. She could tell I was extremely excited and grinded against me, kissing me occassionaly, and finally removed my blindfold.
"Oh I remember your feet being ticklish..." she said with an evil smirk. I supposed she wanted me to watch her as she extracted her revenge for the endless hours of tickle dominance I exert on her everytime time we hang out. She sat off the edge of the bed, straddling my ankles and went to work.
Firm, stiff strokes up and down my socked feet. Each time I twitched of flexed she would alter between the tops and the bottoms. After a minute or two she jumped up and attacked my upper body again. The surprise of the assault threw me for a loop and I laughed helplessly as she giggled with delight.
She moved back to the foot of the bed and peeled my socks off. Slowly and lightly she raked her fingernails up and down my naked soles. I giggled like a school boy and tried to fight it, but to be honest, I was in heaven. She pulled back my toes and dragged her nails from the back of my heels to the balls of me feet, reveling in my ticklish agony.
After what seemed like a brief eternity, she let me have a breather. I was laying in my boxer briefs, and she could very clearly tell that I was aroused.
"Turned on?" she asked.
I shot her a smile. She pulled down my briefs and started playing with me, eventually finishing me off with her mouth.
When I was all done, she untied me and let me get dressed.
"I'm going to have to pay you back next time."
"You can on Friday," she said with a smile.
I hope you guys enjoyed my story. I'm always happy to share them. Let me know what you think!
I thought I'd share our encounter here with you all.
She came over last night. We couldn't get together this weekend due to her class schedule, but we finally found time to hang out on Tuesday. Laying in my bed, we started off watching Comedy Central. Tosh's stand up special was on and helped to keep the mood light.
I wasted no time poking away at her. She squeeled and bucked as usual. Throughout the first hour or so we cuddled and madeout and tickled each other, her on the recieving end of most of it, though I allowed her to sneak the occassional poke in.
Eventually, I had her on her stomach, digging my fingers into her ribs and underarms and she thrashed violently about. I gave her a break after she said our safe word (after our last few sessions, we decided that calling one another by name in the middle of a tickle assault was code to stop, for real. stop just meant one of us hadn't had enough yet 😉)
While she was catching her breath, I started to massage her back. She moaned and cooed, and I wispered in her ear that I was turned on. She told me she was too, but that it wasn't happening tonight (monthly vistor).
Fair enough. After a few minutes she offered to give me a massage. I was happy to oblige, so I took off my shirt and lay on my stomach. She started off rubbing my shoulders, but once she was suffiecently straddling me, she started drawing her long nails gently along my back and rib cage.
I giggled and bucked. Like any red blooded American man, I love to have my back scratched... but HOLY CRAP, when she hardly touched my lower back that softly it tickled like crazy. I eventually managed to turn over and she began a brief assault on my stomach and rib cage. Once I caught her wrists, she protested "oh what's wrong, you don't like it when YOU'RE the one being tickled?"
I told her no, but I couldn't help but to defend myself. I told her the difference between her and I was that I loved being tickled, and I could admit it, but she liked it just as much, and wouldn't say so. She smirked and blushed.
I told her that if she wanted to tickle me she'd have to tie my arms down. She smiled and before I knew it, my wrists were bound tightly above my head to the bed frame. I lay there, shirtless in fitted blue jeans and white socks as she staddled me and wrapped a blindfold around my eyes.
Now it should go without saying that I LOVE to mind fuck this girl when I'm tickling her. I'll leave my hands on her underarms, or a finger between her toes without moving it, just to get her hyperventilating a bit before I bring the torture on. I find I get a better response, plus it gets her wet as heck.
She's aparently a quick learner. Or perhaps I'm just a good mentor, because moments later I found myself in a world of darkness with ten manicured nails just barely resting in my helpless arm pits. She was mind fucking me back, and when she started spidering her little fingers she got the response she wanted. I bucked and thrashed and let out the short bursts of stifled laughter that are typical of me. This very clearly pleased her as she continued her seige against the rest of my naked upper body. Arm pits, rib cage, belly, she even reached underneath me and got the small of my back again.
Eventually she decided to pull my jeans down and try my pelvis region, and then my thighs. This kind of just turned me on. It didn't tickle at all. She could tell I was extremely excited and grinded against me, kissing me occassionaly, and finally removed my blindfold.
"Oh I remember your feet being ticklish..." she said with an evil smirk. I supposed she wanted me to watch her as she extracted her revenge for the endless hours of tickle dominance I exert on her everytime time we hang out. She sat off the edge of the bed, straddling my ankles and went to work.
Firm, stiff strokes up and down my socked feet. Each time I twitched of flexed she would alter between the tops and the bottoms. After a minute or two she jumped up and attacked my upper body again. The surprise of the assault threw me for a loop and I laughed helplessly as she giggled with delight.
She moved back to the foot of the bed and peeled my socks off. Slowly and lightly she raked her fingernails up and down my naked soles. I giggled like a school boy and tried to fight it, but to be honest, I was in heaven. She pulled back my toes and dragged her nails from the back of my heels to the balls of me feet, reveling in my ticklish agony.
After what seemed like a brief eternity, she let me have a breather. I was laying in my boxer briefs, and she could very clearly tell that I was aroused.
"Turned on?" she asked.
I shot her a smile. She pulled down my briefs and started playing with me, eventually finishing me off with her mouth.
When I was all done, she untied me and let me get dressed.
"I'm going to have to pay you back next time."
"You can on Friday," she said with a smile.
I hope you guys enjoyed my story. I'm always happy to share them. Let me know what you think!
