Persuasive_ler_
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Laura was a night owl. She’d fuss around until all hours and then be dead to the world in the morning. Now she was laid fast asleep, her dark blonde hair splayed on his side of the bed and a pillow fortress built around herself. He noticed her silhouette and took in the curves of her body which he loved so much and realised something else- he was horny. This was something else that drove him crazy! He wished their body clocks were better aligned- especially on Sunday mornings.
Maybe it was the delicate scent of her perfume from the night before, or the hazy confidence that comes from just waking up, but he wanted her. He wanted his hands on her body, he wanted the thrill of bare skin on skin, he wanted to look into her eyes and feel the weight of her on top of him. And she was fast asleep in her stupid pillow fortress!
The problem was, all he was doing now was thinking. And the more he thought the more his imagination and senses betrayed him until he could barely stand the covers touching his body. His first tactic was to toss and turn, a few over exaggerated huffs and rolls- nothing. Next he whispered ‘Laura…’, desperately wracking his lethargic brain for something sexy to say. Again, nothing.
After a few seconds, Josh drew back his tiny portion of the duvet and stepped down onto the plush bedroom carpet. The room was warm and had a heavenly quality that only seemed to exist at the weekend. He padded gently over to Laura’s side of the bed and opened the top drawer of her dresser. Inside lived a small box; filled with an impressive array of coloured feathers, delicate brushes and other assorted toys.
Josh knelt down at the bottom of the bed and peeled back the heavy covers, revealing Laura’s gorgeous freckled legs and feet. A new wave of hornyness swept over his body. With a playful meaness that came naturally to him, he took Laura’s favourite rouge feather and played its delicate tip underneath her little toe.
The tormented digit twitched, dreamily unaware of the danger lurking just millimetres away. Josh held his breath and introduced the silky plume to its sleepy neighbours. A few dizzying moments passed before Laura’s feet realised that ‘something was wrong’. But it was too late. With slow precision Josh traced the tickly plume down the centre of Laura’s defenceless upturned sole.
Josh felt himself grow at the sight of the feather sweeping over his girlfriend’s bare feet. Suddenly it was all he could see and all he wanted.
“Tickle… tickle… tickle…” He whispered in the half darkness, cruelly accentuating the seductive syllables.
Again Josh sent the feather across Laura’s sole, tracing her heel, then weaving and snaking down towards her toes. The first subtle giggles escaped from the other end of the bed- this was almost too much for him.
“Time to wake up sleepy girl…” Josh cooed, allowing the feather to splay and twist viciously as it changed direction.
Pushing back his own aching hornyness, Josh directed the persuasive plume up and down Laura’s right foot in long languid motions, moving up-and-down but never losing contact with her bare skin.
Laura’s giggles multiplied and Josh noticed himself moving against the mattress as he drank in the intoxicating sight of the feather moving over his girlfriend’s defenceless feet.
“Awwww what’s wrong… does that ‘tickle’...? He teased again.
Without warning Laura’s right foot received the same treatment and shot up towards the protective sanctuary of the duvet, only to return searching for the heavenly touch of her own feather.
This needy gesture nearly pushed him over the edge. Something inside him wanted to see her punished. She was holding out on him, he wanted to hear what she was going through, wanted her to acknowledge how weak and sensitive she was.
Taking no more chances he leant down and wrapped his hand gently around her ankle. He felt Laura’s leg tense and a jolt of pleasure pass up his arm. She was totally helpless.
“You’re going to give me what I want…” Josh mused in playful growl.
He paused for effect, then blew a gentle jet of air over Laura’s sole, hinting at the proximity of his lips to her bare skin.
Without further warning, Josh sent Lauras favourite makeup brush whirling down her bare sole, dusting defences wrinkles and grazing unprotected grooves as it traveled cruelly over her bare skin. Laura let out a squeal and willed herself to stay still. But it was hopeless.
A new flurry of giggles and squeals peeled from the opposite end of the bed. Josh’s hips moved and pushed maddeningly against the mattress, the only thing keeping him in place was the desire to see his stubborn girlfriend suffer just little bit more.
With the skill of a master painter, he kept the tantalising brush whirling over her stranded sole. One moment applied in long languishing strokes, then darting between her toes as they splayed and danced involuntarily, even sweeping around her bare ankle when she least expected it.
“Awww, what’s wrong… does someone have a ticklish little secret?” He taunted without a care for her senses or frustrated metal state.
Subtle moans and whimpers lifted from the opposite end of the bed and Josh noticed Laura’s hips moving subtly against the mattress. Part of him was outraged but another part loved seeing his gorgeous girlfriend in such a helpless, horny, overstimulated state.
“That’s sooo naughty…” He teased, and sent his fingers zipping down her other foot.
A giggled shriek erupted from Laura’s pillow fortress, followed by muffled words he couldn’t make out.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch that..” Still holding her ankle, he whirled his fingers over here bare skin to prove a point.
“Noooooooo!!! Please…. come up here…”
“Why…?”
“Pleeeease…” Laura whimpered, stroking her foot along the inside of his bicep and shoulder in a gesture he found cute, desperate and utterly irresistible.
“And do what…?” Josh enquired, drawing lazy circles on the backs of her knees and tracing his fingertips along the inside of her warm thighs.
“Come up her and I’ll show you…” she replied.
He had no resistance. He wanted her. It was going to be a good morning….
Maybe it was the delicate scent of her perfume from the night before, or the hazy confidence that comes from just waking up, but he wanted her. He wanted his hands on her body, he wanted the thrill of bare skin on skin, he wanted to look into her eyes and feel the weight of her on top of him. And she was fast asleep in her stupid pillow fortress!
The problem was, all he was doing now was thinking. And the more he thought the more his imagination and senses betrayed him until he could barely stand the covers touching his body. His first tactic was to toss and turn, a few over exaggerated huffs and rolls- nothing. Next he whispered ‘Laura…’, desperately wracking his lethargic brain for something sexy to say. Again, nothing.
After a few seconds, Josh drew back his tiny portion of the duvet and stepped down onto the plush bedroom carpet. The room was warm and had a heavenly quality that only seemed to exist at the weekend. He padded gently over to Laura’s side of the bed and opened the top drawer of her dresser. Inside lived a small box; filled with an impressive array of coloured feathers, delicate brushes and other assorted toys.
Josh knelt down at the bottom of the bed and peeled back the heavy covers, revealing Laura’s gorgeous freckled legs and feet. A new wave of hornyness swept over his body. With a playful meaness that came naturally to him, he took Laura’s favourite rouge feather and played its delicate tip underneath her little toe.
The tormented digit twitched, dreamily unaware of the danger lurking just millimetres away. Josh held his breath and introduced the silky plume to its sleepy neighbours. A few dizzying moments passed before Laura’s feet realised that ‘something was wrong’. But it was too late. With slow precision Josh traced the tickly plume down the centre of Laura’s defenceless upturned sole.
Josh felt himself grow at the sight of the feather sweeping over his girlfriend’s bare feet. Suddenly it was all he could see and all he wanted.
“Tickle… tickle… tickle…” He whispered in the half darkness, cruelly accentuating the seductive syllables.
Again Josh sent the feather across Laura’s sole, tracing her heel, then weaving and snaking down towards her toes. The first subtle giggles escaped from the other end of the bed- this was almost too much for him.
“Time to wake up sleepy girl…” Josh cooed, allowing the feather to splay and twist viciously as it changed direction.
Pushing back his own aching hornyness, Josh directed the persuasive plume up and down Laura’s right foot in long languid motions, moving up-and-down but never losing contact with her bare skin.
Laura’s giggles multiplied and Josh noticed himself moving against the mattress as he drank in the intoxicating sight of the feather moving over his girlfriend’s defenceless feet.
“Awwww what’s wrong… does that ‘tickle’...? He teased again.
Without warning Laura’s right foot received the same treatment and shot up towards the protective sanctuary of the duvet, only to return searching for the heavenly touch of her own feather.
This needy gesture nearly pushed him over the edge. Something inside him wanted to see her punished. She was holding out on him, he wanted to hear what she was going through, wanted her to acknowledge how weak and sensitive she was.
Taking no more chances he leant down and wrapped his hand gently around her ankle. He felt Laura’s leg tense and a jolt of pleasure pass up his arm. She was totally helpless.
“You’re going to give me what I want…” Josh mused in playful growl.
He paused for effect, then blew a gentle jet of air over Laura’s sole, hinting at the proximity of his lips to her bare skin.
Without further warning, Josh sent Lauras favourite makeup brush whirling down her bare sole, dusting defences wrinkles and grazing unprotected grooves as it traveled cruelly over her bare skin. Laura let out a squeal and willed herself to stay still. But it was hopeless.
A new flurry of giggles and squeals peeled from the opposite end of the bed. Josh’s hips moved and pushed maddeningly against the mattress, the only thing keeping him in place was the desire to see his stubborn girlfriend suffer just little bit more.
With the skill of a master painter, he kept the tantalising brush whirling over her stranded sole. One moment applied in long languishing strokes, then darting between her toes as they splayed and danced involuntarily, even sweeping around her bare ankle when she least expected it.
“Awww, what’s wrong… does someone have a ticklish little secret?” He taunted without a care for her senses or frustrated metal state.
Subtle moans and whimpers lifted from the opposite end of the bed and Josh noticed Laura’s hips moving subtly against the mattress. Part of him was outraged but another part loved seeing his gorgeous girlfriend in such a helpless, horny, overstimulated state.
“That’s sooo naughty…” He teased, and sent his fingers zipping down her other foot.
A giggled shriek erupted from Laura’s pillow fortress, followed by muffled words he couldn’t make out.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch that..” Still holding her ankle, he whirled his fingers over here bare skin to prove a point.
“Noooooooo!!! Please…. come up here…”
“Why…?”
“Pleeeease…” Laura whimpered, stroking her foot along the inside of his bicep and shoulder in a gesture he found cute, desperate and utterly irresistible.
“And do what…?” Josh enquired, drawing lazy circles on the backs of her knees and tracing his fingertips along the inside of her warm thighs.
“Come up her and I’ll show you…” she replied.
He had no resistance. He wanted her. It was going to be a good morning….
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