My Patreon is officially launched!
So, let’s just get down to business. I’m going to be writing Tickle Fiction. Tickle Smut. Mostly commissioned based.
�� M/m
�� F/f
�� Mm/f
�� F/m
Human, furry, anthro, anime, television, movie whatever. Mostly any scenario. Comfortable with most BDSM scenarios some restrictions apply. I may change my mind on what I feel comfortable writing and what I don’t. Sorry not sorry.
WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE
�� Anything underage (No Ageing up, sorry)
�� No racist/minority hate
�� No hate against LGTBQ
�� No scat, urination play etc.
Other that most stuff is cool ��
Here is a little snippet. I have MASSIVE ANXIETY doing this, but, hey why not? Thank you for being kind and accepting me on this new journey!
Tickle-Ella
If you had told her at the beginning of her Freshmen year, at her Ivy league college that she would be standing outside of the BDSM club right now she would have laughed at you. Amber was blue blood from a family descended from East Coast old money descended from the Vanderbilts. She had been bred to be an example of perfection, nothing more and nothing less.
Standing at a perfect 5’5, 125 lbs, only 29 years old with honey-colored hair with perfect high-lights with soft strands from her Brazilian blowout. Her peachy complexion was neither too tan or too pale. Her eyes were wide but had just enough of an upturn at the end with thick lashes that gave them a mischievous nature, especially with her dark green depths.
Amber had known nothing other than a privilege in her life. So, why was she standing outside of a BDSM club? Because she had been cut off. That was the hard truth. She had gotten a little too liberal with Daddy’s platinum credit card and he had cut off her allowance. When she had cried and stamped her feet, which was the usual behavior to get whatever she wanted, her father had stopped paying her rent and utilities. Little did she know that her father had every intention of giving everything back to her, upon the agreement she apologized, but Amber was not one to apologize.
So, with the suggestion from one of her female friends she looked towards the classified ads. She could be someone’s arm candy, maybe even find a sugar daddy. If his pockets were deep enough she would consider endless possibilities. So, she found one particular add that caught her attention;
“Looking for a female companion for one evening. Must like being tied up and touched. $$$$$$$$$$”
It couldn’t be that bad...could it?
