i'm really pouring these out. i hope someone's reading them. this is probably a lot lighter than the last few i've posted.
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i wake up to the sight of a soft mat of hair and, overjoyed, i rub my face in it. you’re still asleep, and the easy rhythm of your breathing reassures me, makes me more comfortable than i can ever remember being. i snuggle close, slipping my arms around you, and let my hands roam your warm smooth belly, feeling you breath in and out.
holding you is a delight, and i treasure this moment. i want to share it with you. “wake up, sleepyhead,” i whisper, as i nuzzle the back of your neck.
you groan cutely as your arms slide to encircle me, caressing my hips and the small of my back. you turn your head on the pillow, your eyes still shut and this gorgeous sleepy smile spread across your face. i peck that irresistable cheek. i don’t stop - i kiss behind your ear, lick the lobe, bite your neck softly. i feel you shiver as you sigh with early-morning longing.
i love the sounds you make. “can i get a purr?” i ask greedily. you give me a little kitten purr - i respond with a wildcat growl. that gets me the roar i want, rumbling from your throat. oh, baby.
you squirm sleepily in my arms as i kiss your neck and stroke your belly, soft beneath my hands, fingertips tracing your tantalizing curves. i close my eyes and breathe you deep, and we are both surprised when my curious fingers graze a tender spot and you jump. it’s beautiful. it makes me want to do it again and again.
i curl a finger to your belly, tracing my nail over your skin. you squeal immediately, squirming in my arms. with my other hand i repeat the stroke, grazing the other side of your stomach, and you do not disappoint me, letting out a yelp and kicking your legs beneath the sheets. i’m enthralled. i wriggle my nails into your sides, and you laugh and grab at my hands.
“behind your back,” i order, grinning into your shoulder. you groan but comply, tucking your arms behind you. as i hug you close i feel your fingers lace together tight, bracing for what’s to come.
my nails pick across your quivering tummy, investigating your ticklishness. and i am not let down. a cluster of soft spots along your ribs make you gasp and moan, and wriggle under my fingers. i discover digging into your sides makes you wail with laughter, so i do that a lot. this has you thrashing, and i wrap my legs around yours. you cry out at this - that’s not fair! you’re trapped and in trouble. and baby, i’m hungry.
now that i’ve got you i work you over, dancing my nails down your sides and digging them in. i slide a finger into your belly button and you cry out so sweetly. i keep it there, while you squeal and squirm and fight with my grip on you. i love how you struggle, and it takes all your determination to keep your hands together behind your back.
soon i start to tease you, cooing in your ear. “is she ticklish? is she ticklish?” i don’t address you directly, it’s always she, always this third person who’s unwittingly found herself a prisoner of tickling and grammar. “is she a ticklish baby? is she?” and soon, laughing and cackling your poor little head off, you start to answer me, telling me yes, she’s a ticklish baby, furthermore she’s my ticklish baby.
i exult in the tauting of our poor little third person, having you tell me how much she loves it, how much she wants it to go on and on, how much she loves to laugh for me, and i watch with delight as you struggle to get the words out through your squeals and shrieks, my nails never letting up on your tummy for a moment.
but the tickling does subside when i slide my hands lower. “keep them there or i’ll tie them,” i tell you, and you moan at my words as you twine your fingers even tighter. i hook the waist of your boxers with my fingers and tug them down. you bring your legs up and the boxers come off, gliding over your smooth shins and soft feet.
i growl in your ear as i stuff the boxers in your mouth, and you give them the hungriest moan i’ve heard from you all morning. it makes me a monster. my legs wrap around you and the tickling resumes. i don’t hold back now, with the gag in your mouth and these teasing over. i tickle you viciously. i dig my nails in, work you hard, make you scream.
this becomes my cruel little game. you scream for me, and then, working my nails deep into your trapped, tender sides, i try to make you scream even louder. soon you’re wailing steadily into your gag, tears shining in your eyes, your howls matching the ceaseless play of my fingers on your sides.
“better not pee,” i warn. “pee and i’ll keep you here for another hour.” that makes you moan loud and hot.
you’re on fire now, you love this. soon i can smell you. i slide my leg between yours, spreading them, and you moisten my knee. i hear a hungry groan as my hand slips to your thighs. my other stays on your tummy, keeping up the torment.
my fingers find your clit, swollen, wet and hot. you can’t stand any more teasing, so i rub it hard and fast. you wail into your gag as i work you faster and faster. i keep pace with my other hand, tickling your side cruelly. you’re screaming again.
“come for me,” i coo in your ear. i bite your neck hard, and that is your signal. you let out a fierce growl which slips into hot panting, as your hands grab the sheets, and you gush on your thighs. the bed is damp around you, your skin shines, my hand is soaked. i rub my palm on your belly and you tremble and squirm.
i pick the boxers from your mouth and turn you over. your cheeks are damp and your eyes are shining. i bring my lips to yours and kiss, and then i kiss again, harder. you bite at my lip. i run my dry hand through your hair and smile down at you. “go wash yourself off,” i say. “and i’ll make you breakfast.”
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i wake up to the sight of a soft mat of hair and, overjoyed, i rub my face in it. you’re still asleep, and the easy rhythm of your breathing reassures me, makes me more comfortable than i can ever remember being. i snuggle close, slipping my arms around you, and let my hands roam your warm smooth belly, feeling you breath in and out.
holding you is a delight, and i treasure this moment. i want to share it with you. “wake up, sleepyhead,” i whisper, as i nuzzle the back of your neck.
you groan cutely as your arms slide to encircle me, caressing my hips and the small of my back. you turn your head on the pillow, your eyes still shut and this gorgeous sleepy smile spread across your face. i peck that irresistable cheek. i don’t stop - i kiss behind your ear, lick the lobe, bite your neck softly. i feel you shiver as you sigh with early-morning longing.
i love the sounds you make. “can i get a purr?” i ask greedily. you give me a little kitten purr - i respond with a wildcat growl. that gets me the roar i want, rumbling from your throat. oh, baby.
you squirm sleepily in my arms as i kiss your neck and stroke your belly, soft beneath my hands, fingertips tracing your tantalizing curves. i close my eyes and breathe you deep, and we are both surprised when my curious fingers graze a tender spot and you jump. it’s beautiful. it makes me want to do it again and again.
i curl a finger to your belly, tracing my nail over your skin. you squeal immediately, squirming in my arms. with my other hand i repeat the stroke, grazing the other side of your stomach, and you do not disappoint me, letting out a yelp and kicking your legs beneath the sheets. i’m enthralled. i wriggle my nails into your sides, and you laugh and grab at my hands.
“behind your back,” i order, grinning into your shoulder. you groan but comply, tucking your arms behind you. as i hug you close i feel your fingers lace together tight, bracing for what’s to come.
my nails pick across your quivering tummy, investigating your ticklishness. and i am not let down. a cluster of soft spots along your ribs make you gasp and moan, and wriggle under my fingers. i discover digging into your sides makes you wail with laughter, so i do that a lot. this has you thrashing, and i wrap my legs around yours. you cry out at this - that’s not fair! you’re trapped and in trouble. and baby, i’m hungry.
now that i’ve got you i work you over, dancing my nails down your sides and digging them in. i slide a finger into your belly button and you cry out so sweetly. i keep it there, while you squeal and squirm and fight with my grip on you. i love how you struggle, and it takes all your determination to keep your hands together behind your back.
soon i start to tease you, cooing in your ear. “is she ticklish? is she ticklish?” i don’t address you directly, it’s always she, always this third person who’s unwittingly found herself a prisoner of tickling and grammar. “is she a ticklish baby? is she?” and soon, laughing and cackling your poor little head off, you start to answer me, telling me yes, she’s a ticklish baby, furthermore she’s my ticklish baby.
i exult in the tauting of our poor little third person, having you tell me how much she loves it, how much she wants it to go on and on, how much she loves to laugh for me, and i watch with delight as you struggle to get the words out through your squeals and shrieks, my nails never letting up on your tummy for a moment.
but the tickling does subside when i slide my hands lower. “keep them there or i’ll tie them,” i tell you, and you moan at my words as you twine your fingers even tighter. i hook the waist of your boxers with my fingers and tug them down. you bring your legs up and the boxers come off, gliding over your smooth shins and soft feet.
i growl in your ear as i stuff the boxers in your mouth, and you give them the hungriest moan i’ve heard from you all morning. it makes me a monster. my legs wrap around you and the tickling resumes. i don’t hold back now, with the gag in your mouth and these teasing over. i tickle you viciously. i dig my nails in, work you hard, make you scream.
this becomes my cruel little game. you scream for me, and then, working my nails deep into your trapped, tender sides, i try to make you scream even louder. soon you’re wailing steadily into your gag, tears shining in your eyes, your howls matching the ceaseless play of my fingers on your sides.
“better not pee,” i warn. “pee and i’ll keep you here for another hour.” that makes you moan loud and hot.
you’re on fire now, you love this. soon i can smell you. i slide my leg between yours, spreading them, and you moisten my knee. i hear a hungry groan as my hand slips to your thighs. my other stays on your tummy, keeping up the torment.
my fingers find your clit, swollen, wet and hot. you can’t stand any more teasing, so i rub it hard and fast. you wail into your gag as i work you faster and faster. i keep pace with my other hand, tickling your side cruelly. you’re screaming again.
“come for me,” i coo in your ear. i bite your neck hard, and that is your signal. you let out a fierce growl which slips into hot panting, as your hands grab the sheets, and you gush on your thighs. the bed is damp around you, your skin shines, my hand is soaked. i rub my palm on your belly and you tremble and squirm.
i pick the boxers from your mouth and turn you over. your cheeks are damp and your eyes are shining. i bring my lips to yours and kiss, and then i kiss again, harder. you bite at my lip. i run my dry hand through your hair and smile down at you. “go wash yourself off,” i say. “and i’ll make you breakfast.”
