It's a sleepy summer Sunday morning and we're spending it in bed. But we're
not sleepy at all. In fact, we're playing some rather exciting games this
morning. At the moment, I'm spreadeagled on the bed while you are tickling my
cock with a feather. I'm not tied with ropes. In fact, I'm not tied at all,
even though it's excruciatingly difficult for me to stay still. Both my feet
and my hands are pressing big buttons that we've laid out. The buttons sink
into the fabric a little so it's difficult to keep them down. At this
particular moment, you swirl my the cockhead in a particularly ticklish way
and I lose concentration, releasing one of the buttons as I jerk. A buzzer
goes off and I moan in a very different frustrated way. You grin devilishly
and add another tally mark to your "score". Fortunately, I only have to endure
this for another twenty minutes, accumulating a point every few minutes, before
the next, even more torturous phase of the game begins.
<BR><P><BR>
Suddenly, you drop the
feather that's been teasing my cockhead and leap for my feet. It's a calculated
gamble- your body weight is pressing my legs down so I won't miss those buttons
but... the sensitivity and eroticism of my feet is worth it for you. Your
fingernails rake my soles while you take my toes into your mouth, sucking them
and licking between them with your talented tongue. Combined with the
stimulation from earlier, it's all too much and
my right hand lifts off the buzzer, desperately grabs my cock, and
starts pumping. This is an automatic lose for me and you cheer as you wrench
my hand off my cock, ignoring my protests, and buckle me into the cuffs.
<BR><P><BR>
(Aside: Hey, reader- don't look at me that way! She's been teasing me
erotically for over an hour. Can you be sure you'd be able to resist too?)
<BR><P><BR>
Now that I've given in to the temptation to stroke myself, you get to play with
my body in your favorite way, you sadist. You've worked me up into an absolute
fever pitch of need, but I'm not a teenager any more and I can't come from just
a few strokes. You glance at the clock and start tickling my most erogenous
zone- my armpits. Now that I'm tied, you really don't have to hold back or go
teasingly at all- this is pure torture time. But since my armpits are so very
sexual to me, it's a double torture- both insanely ticklish and making my
already aching cock turn a deeper shade of purple. When the clock goes off, you turn around and 69 me for a blissful few seconds. I dutifully lap away at your
pussy. It warms my heard every time we do this to see how wet you are- that you
are really deeply sexually attracted to torturing me. You're also sexually
aroused by my cunnilingus and you gasp around my cock. But... then you
remember yourself and you sit back up.
<BR><P><BR>
This time, you continue tickling me
while I lick you out, which is a double plus for me. I love your sweet nectar
and the throaty moans I coax out of you. I love the feeling of being used for
your pleasure, being made into a sex toy. I'm such a tickle-slut for your
touch. In fact, I'm experiencing a "tickle-gasm" right now- hips thrusting into midair as I buck and writh even more desperately than before. You take no pity
on me, though- that just prompts you to stand up and grab my feet again. My
feet are WAAAAY more sensitive than my 'pits and not as pleasurable. Well,
maybe they're JUST as sexual, but the intensity is absolutely overwhelming and
you know it. You use my sensitivity against me- tickling me until I'm begging
to cum.
<BR><P><BR>
Finally, after you've gotten so wet that you can't stand it any more, you
decide to give me what I want. You straddle me to milk my cock with your
pussy, but you keep your fingers in my armpits the whole time. With how worked
up I am, it takes just a few seconds and I empty my swollen balls inside you.
You take a little longer, but soon you climb off and cuddle up next to me for
a mid-morning nap.
<BR><P><BR>
You don't untie me, though. We're not finished playing- not by a long shot.
not sleepy at all. In fact, we're playing some rather exciting games this
morning. At the moment, I'm spreadeagled on the bed while you are tickling my
cock with a feather. I'm not tied with ropes. In fact, I'm not tied at all,
even though it's excruciatingly difficult for me to stay still. Both my feet
and my hands are pressing big buttons that we've laid out. The buttons sink
into the fabric a little so it's difficult to keep them down. At this
particular moment, you swirl my the cockhead in a particularly ticklish way
and I lose concentration, releasing one of the buttons as I jerk. A buzzer
goes off and I moan in a very different frustrated way. You grin devilishly
and add another tally mark to your "score". Fortunately, I only have to endure
this for another twenty minutes, accumulating a point every few minutes, before
the next, even more torturous phase of the game begins.
<BR><P><BR>
Suddenly, you drop the
feather that's been teasing my cockhead and leap for my feet. It's a calculated
gamble- your body weight is pressing my legs down so I won't miss those buttons
but... the sensitivity and eroticism of my feet is worth it for you. Your
fingernails rake my soles while you take my toes into your mouth, sucking them
and licking between them with your talented tongue. Combined with the
stimulation from earlier, it's all too much and
my right hand lifts off the buzzer, desperately grabs my cock, and
starts pumping. This is an automatic lose for me and you cheer as you wrench
my hand off my cock, ignoring my protests, and buckle me into the cuffs.
<BR><P><BR>
(Aside: Hey, reader- don't look at me that way! She's been teasing me
erotically for over an hour. Can you be sure you'd be able to resist too?)
<BR><P><BR>
Now that I've given in to the temptation to stroke myself, you get to play with
my body in your favorite way, you sadist. You've worked me up into an absolute
fever pitch of need, but I'm not a teenager any more and I can't come from just
a few strokes. You glance at the clock and start tickling my most erogenous
zone- my armpits. Now that I'm tied, you really don't have to hold back or go
teasingly at all- this is pure torture time. But since my armpits are so very
sexual to me, it's a double torture- both insanely ticklish and making my
already aching cock turn a deeper shade of purple. When the clock goes off, you turn around and 69 me for a blissful few seconds. I dutifully lap away at your
pussy. It warms my heard every time we do this to see how wet you are- that you
are really deeply sexually attracted to torturing me. You're also sexually
aroused by my cunnilingus and you gasp around my cock. But... then you
remember yourself and you sit back up.
<BR><P><BR>
This time, you continue tickling me
while I lick you out, which is a double plus for me. I love your sweet nectar
and the throaty moans I coax out of you. I love the feeling of being used for
your pleasure, being made into a sex toy. I'm such a tickle-slut for your
touch. In fact, I'm experiencing a "tickle-gasm" right now- hips thrusting into midair as I buck and writh even more desperately than before. You take no pity
on me, though- that just prompts you to stand up and grab my feet again. My
feet are WAAAAY more sensitive than my 'pits and not as pleasurable. Well,
maybe they're JUST as sexual, but the intensity is absolutely overwhelming and
you know it. You use my sensitivity against me- tickling me until I'm begging
to cum.
<BR><P><BR>
Finally, after you've gotten so wet that you can't stand it any more, you
decide to give me what I want. You straddle me to milk my cock with your
pussy, but you keep your fingers in my armpits the whole time. With how worked
up I am, it takes just a few seconds and I empty my swollen balls inside you.
You take a little longer, but soon you climb off and cuddle up next to me for
a mid-morning nap.
<BR><P><BR>
You don't untie me, though. We're not finished playing- not by a long shot.
