GarnettRose
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When we started dating, I never would have imagined we would end up here. At 19, my kinks were so far buried down, they might as well not have existed. With time, however, my darling husband has jumped into this kink with more fervor than I could have ever expected. In five short years of marriage, we have gone from tickling being a word I could never hope to speak in our bedroom, to the foundation of our intimate lives.
This last May, we attended NEST for the first time. I didn't expect him to want to go, but he did so with shocking enthusiasm. My love has crafted his tickling sadism like a weapon designed to make known the most intimate and vulnerable parts of me. In the haven of our room, he tied me tight and tickled my sides and feet until the halls filled with my screams. His honeyed words of degradation melted my will until all I could do was perform for him amidst my torment.
When I played with others, I could feel the burn of his satisfaction. I didn't need to see, to know that his eyes never left my bound and naked body tied to the cot, or chair, or stocks. As long as you were feeling good, it did not matter who was screaming with laughter beneath you, and I know that sentiment was shared between us.
Our relationship started because I longed to know what it would feel like to dominate and be dominated by him. Our intimate lives started with leather and overwhelming sensation. It seems only fitting that our family begins in the same vein.
I suppose it's what I get for having sex on Beltane while surrounded by couples engaging in erotic acts. On that velvet night, surrounded by the laughter of lovers like us, he took me into his arms. With each kiss and thrust, he took me higher and higher. His hands never leaving my sides, my breasts, or my underarms, made me spin with arousal. I don't understand why orgasm is so much easier when he tickles me, but you certainly have taken advantage of it since that first discovery. I'm sure the fact that I can orgasm from tickles alone only sweetens the pot for him.
With how we came together, and every kinky day since then, it seems only fitting that even in the act of conception, there was leather, laughter, and the heated burn of his dominance.
This last May, we attended NEST for the first time. I didn't expect him to want to go, but he did so with shocking enthusiasm. My love has crafted his tickling sadism like a weapon designed to make known the most intimate and vulnerable parts of me. In the haven of our room, he tied me tight and tickled my sides and feet until the halls filled with my screams. His honeyed words of degradation melted my will until all I could do was perform for him amidst my torment.
When I played with others, I could feel the burn of his satisfaction. I didn't need to see, to know that his eyes never left my bound and naked body tied to the cot, or chair, or stocks. As long as you were feeling good, it did not matter who was screaming with laughter beneath you, and I know that sentiment was shared between us.
Our relationship started because I longed to know what it would feel like to dominate and be dominated by him. Our intimate lives started with leather and overwhelming sensation. It seems only fitting that our family begins in the same vein.
I suppose it's what I get for having sex on Beltane while surrounded by couples engaging in erotic acts. On that velvet night, surrounded by the laughter of lovers like us, he took me into his arms. With each kiss and thrust, he took me higher and higher. His hands never leaving my sides, my breasts, or my underarms, made me spin with arousal. I don't understand why orgasm is so much easier when he tickles me, but you certainly have taken advantage of it since that first discovery. I'm sure the fact that I can orgasm from tickles alone only sweetens the pot for him.
With how we came together, and every kinky day since then, it seems only fitting that even in the act of conception, there was leather, laughter, and the heated burn of his dominance.
