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Hi everyone ! I was bored and felt like writing a little story from a male lee POV. It turned out to be longer than expected so it's only the first part.
English isn't my first language, so I hope there isn't too many mistakes.
I hope you enjoy it and don't hesitate to tell me how you liked it ! It's the first story I ever post.
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There’s no need to be this nervous, it’s just a date.
I moved to this new town for work three months ago and it felt really lonely. So I did what any twenty-six year old guy would do in this situation: I downloaded a dating app. It wasn’t amazing at first. A few matches now and then, but the conversations were dry and there wasn’t any spark. That was until I matched with Alexandra. Her bio was kinda average to be honest. She had dark brown hair, hazel eyes and she had that je ne sais quoi that made me stop on her profile longer than intended. Maybe it was that glint in her eyes, or those full lips that seemed predisposed to a constant smirk. Whatever it was, I sent her a like. And only fifteen minutes later, we matched.
To say I was surprised is an understatement, so when she messaged me first, I was simply stunned. A simple text, one word: “Heyy”. That was enough to make me head over heels for her. Such a beautiful girl, not only matching with me, but starting the conversation? That must be too good to be true, right?
I should have guessed what was going to happen next. It was too good to be true.
We started chatting, and we talked all day long. The conversation flowed so naturally that we could talk about anything – from the weather to our hobbies to our pets. She made everything interesting. Then, the next message read: “Want to go out tomorrow?” I was speechless. Had she just asked me out? I couldn’t quite believe it. So I simply replied, “Sure!” She sent me the address of a local coffee shop, followed by, “2 p.m., it’s a date, so don’t be late 😉”.
A date? Fuck, this was a date. I had a date with this girl so out of my league. I couldn’t believe it. The next day, I was ten minutes early, already sitting at a table on the coffee shop’s terrace. The sky was clear of any cloud and the sun was shining brightly, making the air warm. I was so nervous I almost left before the agreed time. After all, this must be a scam, maybe a catfish. Before I could leave, I saw her. She was exactly like in the pictures. The same faint smirk that seemed plastered on her face, those sparkling hazel eyes, an aquiline nose that went perfectly with her sharp jawline. She wore high-waisted denim pants, a grey cardigan over a simple white shirt. Her forehead was slightly glistening with sweat. She smiled when she spotted me. The small wrinkles at the corner of her eyes indicated that she frequently smiled. I wonder what could make her smile that often.
She sat in front of me.
“Hi!” she greeted. “You’re early. Have you been here long?”
“H-Hi, Alexandra.” I replied shyly, I could hear how my tone was slightly flustered. It’s so embarrassing. “I’ve only been here for a few minutes, don’t worry.”
“Great! And please,call me Lexie. Alexandra sounds so formal” She grabbed a paper towel and wiped her forehead. I could see her manicured hand, with long, sharp black nails. “Sorry, I’ve been walking for hours since this morning. Well, what will you have? My treat.”
We ordered two coffees and chatted for a while. I was relieved to find that the conversation flowed just as naturally in person as it did online. I couldn’t stop sending quick glances at her plumb lips, and she noticed. She smirked, revealing pearly teeth.
“Getting naughty ideas?” she purred. She leaned in and tilted her head, showing more of her neck. At that moment, I felt like a deer caught in the headlights, trapped between the embarrassment of the situation and the curiosity of how it’d feel to kiss her on the pulse point. “Big boys like you should be more straightforward.” she added.
Wait a second. Was she teasing me?
She settled back in her chair and sipped on her coffee, gauging my reaction. I had trouble looking her in the eyes, so I looked down, and my drink suddenly became very interesting. Once she put her cup down, she leaned in once again and whispered almost conspiratorially “My place is a five minutes walk away from here. Wanna end the conversation there ?” I couldn’t believe my ears and I wouldn’t trust my mouth and brain to form a coherent sentence. Everything about this girl made me feel like I was a flustered teenager all over again. So I simply nodded. With a sly smile, she stood up, grabbed my wrist and dragged me along behind her.
After a quick walk, we were on the doorstep of her apartment. She swiftly unlocked it and we stepped in. She let go of my wrist while dragging her nail along it. That unexpected tickling sensation almost made me cry out, and she clearly noticed. I could have sworn the smirk had grown wider and her sparkling eyes were shining even brighter.
“Let me show you my bedroom,” she purred, “I’m sure you’re going to like it…very much.”
As if hypnotized, I let her lead me into her bedroom and next I knew, I was pushed on the bed, and she straddled me. She quickly undid my shirt and unbuckled my belt. In no time, my clothes were on the floor, except for my socks and underwear. I placed my hands on her hips, my fingers feeling her soft and warm skin through her thin white shirt. I tried to grab the hem of her shirt to lift it up, but to my surprise, without the slightest effort, she grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. Was she that strong? Or did I simply not want to resist? She leaned in close, her hot breath on my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“I’ll take the lead, darling.” She whispered, and it felt like a siren was singing right into my ear. “Just lie down, let it happen, and enjoy”. At this point, I just did as I was told. She got up, and I immediately missed her weight on me. She walked to the other end of her room, opened a drawer, and pulled out what looked like four leather cuffs. She went back to the bed and attached the cuffs to four leather straps secured to each corner of the bed. When she started to tie my wrists with the cuffs, I thought nothing of it, I was already under her spell. She wanted kinky, and I could work with kinky. She did the same with my ankles. When she was done, I tugged on my restraints and only then did I realise I was completely tied up and had barely any room to move.
Lexie took a few steps back and took her time to admire her work. Here I was, tied up in an X shape, wearing nothing but my socks and underwear. My heart started to flutter knowing I was completely exposed before her, and my arousal started to become visible. When she noticed it, her sly smile grew wider, then wicked and her eyes darkened with what looked like predatory desire.
“Oh darling, you’ve got it all wrong.” There was a note in her saccharin voice that sent a different kind of shiver down my spine. The kind that signaled danger. She approached and stood there, right next to me. Before I registered what was happening, I felt her nails stroke the fleshy area right above my left armpit. I cried out and tried to jump, but the strong restraints kept me secured on the bed. Her fingers went slowly up and down that area I didn’t even know was sensitive. I tried to tell her to stop, but the only sound that came out was giggling.
“Oh I was hoping you were sensitive, but it’s way better than I thought.” she said softly. She kept tormenting my sensitive flesh as she straddled me once again, pinning me even more firmly to the bed. In that moment, restrained, unable to fight back and at the mercy of this sensory madness, I felt like a fly caught in a black widow’s web.
Then, the second hand joined in, attacking the same spot on my right arm. My non-stop giggling turned into full out laughter and confused begging. After only a few seconds, she stopped, her nails still pressed on my sensitive skin, a silent threat of what’s to come.
“Oh no, that won’t do,” she muttered, “we have to be careful not to bother the neighbors, don’t we, darling?” Swiftly, she walked towards the same drawer as before while I struggled to catch my breath. She pulled out a ball gag and as quickly as she’d left, she came back to sit on me and forced my mouth open. She put the gag in and suddenly, sounds could hardly come out of my mouth.
“Now, where were we?” She immediately resumed her assault. But while I was expecting her to tickle my arms, I felt her fingers spider across my ribs. Ten sharp needles sending electric shocks directly from skin to my brain. I attempted to scream as loud as I could, but the ball gag did an incredible job to keep me quiet. Despite my best efforts to shake her off me, the straps prevented me from fighting back in any way. I did my best to take my mind off it, to block the sensation, but the intrusive touch kept bringing me back to the present moment. Through teary eyes, I looked at her face and saw nothing but pure bliss as she subjected me to what could only be described as torture.
“What’s the matter big boy?” she cooed, “can’t handle a few tickles? Tickle, tickle, tickle~”. Her teasing only made things worse, as it broke the thin dam that was still holding on in my mind. After what felt like hours, she gave me a break and got up. A glance at the clock on the wall made me realize that she’d been at it for only half an hour. I felt my heart, pounding wildly, sink in my chest. Only thirty minutes? How much longer could I endure this? It felt like she could go on all day and all night.
“You know, darling, I love seeing guys like you break with only a few tickles. It’s such a rush to have that much power over you with a thing as silly as tickling.” As she rambled, she took two stiff feathers and straddled my legs, giving even more access to my upper body. She dragged the feathers across my hips and midriff. The hundreds of barbs on each feather brushed against my skin, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. It was completely different from the brutal assault of Lexie’s nails, but it was just as unbearable. I screamed in vain through my gag and thrashed violently against the bed, but it was no use. Nothing could help me escape this nightmare but Lexie’s pity But the glint in her eyes told me she had none.
The feathers slowly crept up to my chest and armpits. When they made contact with my nipples, I lost it. My whole body was shaking and trashing, and my eyes opened wide, silently and desperately begging Lexie to release me. But my mute pleas were met with nothing but a wicked smirk and a wink. Despite the hell I was going through, all my nerve endings being set ablaze by the feathery barbs, that wink made my stomach flutter.
I finally got a break way long after I lost track of time. The clock showed me that more than one hour had passed since the beginning of this ticklish torment. Lexie got off me and sat on the edge of the bed. From where I was, I couldn’t see what she was doing, so I shut my eyes to compose myself and catch my breath. They shot open when I felt the gag being taken off. I immediately took a deep breath in and tried to beg.
“Lexie please, let m-hmmphh.” I was cut off when she shoved some kind of cloth in my mouth. A salty taste instantly filled my mouth. Lexie then taped my mouth shut to keep the cloth inside. This setup muffled every sound I could make, even better than the ball gag.
“Shhh, darling,” she whispered in my ear, “I hope you enjoy my socks. I went for a long walk this morning just to make them even tastier for you”. Not only did she want to dominate me through touch, she also had to control my sense of taste. Before I could do anything – not that I had any room to do anything – she took a blindfold and put it on my eyes. Now, in addition to not being able to beg, I couldn’t even see what was coming next. I suddenly felt her warm breath on my ear.
“Now that you are all set and ready, let the real fun begin, darling.” she whispered. “We have all the time we want. Well, all the time I want.” I heard her footsteps as she walked around the bed. Then, I felt my left sock being lifted.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
Hi everyone ! I was bored and felt like writing a little story from a male lee POV. It turned out to be longer than expected so it's only the first part.
English isn't my first language, so I hope there isn't too many mistakes.
I hope you enjoy it and don't hesitate to tell me how you liked it ! It's the first story I ever post.
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There’s no need to be this nervous, it’s just a date.
I moved to this new town for work three months ago and it felt really lonely. So I did what any twenty-six year old guy would do in this situation: I downloaded a dating app. It wasn’t amazing at first. A few matches now and then, but the conversations were dry and there wasn’t any spark. That was until I matched with Alexandra. Her bio was kinda average to be honest. She had dark brown hair, hazel eyes and she had that je ne sais quoi that made me stop on her profile longer than intended. Maybe it was that glint in her eyes, or those full lips that seemed predisposed to a constant smirk. Whatever it was, I sent her a like. And only fifteen minutes later, we matched.
To say I was surprised is an understatement, so when she messaged me first, I was simply stunned. A simple text, one word: “Heyy”. That was enough to make me head over heels for her. Such a beautiful girl, not only matching with me, but starting the conversation? That must be too good to be true, right?
I should have guessed what was going to happen next. It was too good to be true.
We started chatting, and we talked all day long. The conversation flowed so naturally that we could talk about anything – from the weather to our hobbies to our pets. She made everything interesting. Then, the next message read: “Want to go out tomorrow?” I was speechless. Had she just asked me out? I couldn’t quite believe it. So I simply replied, “Sure!” She sent me the address of a local coffee shop, followed by, “2 p.m., it’s a date, so don’t be late 😉”.
A date? Fuck, this was a date. I had a date with this girl so out of my league. I couldn’t believe it. The next day, I was ten minutes early, already sitting at a table on the coffee shop’s terrace. The sky was clear of any cloud and the sun was shining brightly, making the air warm. I was so nervous I almost left before the agreed time. After all, this must be a scam, maybe a catfish. Before I could leave, I saw her. She was exactly like in the pictures. The same faint smirk that seemed plastered on her face, those sparkling hazel eyes, an aquiline nose that went perfectly with her sharp jawline. She wore high-waisted denim pants, a grey cardigan over a simple white shirt. Her forehead was slightly glistening with sweat. She smiled when she spotted me. The small wrinkles at the corner of her eyes indicated that she frequently smiled. I wonder what could make her smile that often.
She sat in front of me.
“Hi!” she greeted. “You’re early. Have you been here long?”
“H-Hi, Alexandra.” I replied shyly, I could hear how my tone was slightly flustered. It’s so embarrassing. “I’ve only been here for a few minutes, don’t worry.”
“Great! And please,call me Lexie. Alexandra sounds so formal” She grabbed a paper towel and wiped her forehead. I could see her manicured hand, with long, sharp black nails. “Sorry, I’ve been walking for hours since this morning. Well, what will you have? My treat.”
We ordered two coffees and chatted for a while. I was relieved to find that the conversation flowed just as naturally in person as it did online. I couldn’t stop sending quick glances at her plumb lips, and she noticed. She smirked, revealing pearly teeth.
“Getting naughty ideas?” she purred. She leaned in and tilted her head, showing more of her neck. At that moment, I felt like a deer caught in the headlights, trapped between the embarrassment of the situation and the curiosity of how it’d feel to kiss her on the pulse point. “Big boys like you should be more straightforward.” she added.
Wait a second. Was she teasing me?
She settled back in her chair and sipped on her coffee, gauging my reaction. I had trouble looking her in the eyes, so I looked down, and my drink suddenly became very interesting. Once she put her cup down, she leaned in once again and whispered almost conspiratorially “My place is a five minutes walk away from here. Wanna end the conversation there ?” I couldn’t believe my ears and I wouldn’t trust my mouth and brain to form a coherent sentence. Everything about this girl made me feel like I was a flustered teenager all over again. So I simply nodded. With a sly smile, she stood up, grabbed my wrist and dragged me along behind her.
After a quick walk, we were on the doorstep of her apartment. She swiftly unlocked it and we stepped in. She let go of my wrist while dragging her nail along it. That unexpected tickling sensation almost made me cry out, and she clearly noticed. I could have sworn the smirk had grown wider and her sparkling eyes were shining even brighter.
“Let me show you my bedroom,” she purred, “I’m sure you’re going to like it…very much.”
As if hypnotized, I let her lead me into her bedroom and next I knew, I was pushed on the bed, and she straddled me. She quickly undid my shirt and unbuckled my belt. In no time, my clothes were on the floor, except for my socks and underwear. I placed my hands on her hips, my fingers feeling her soft and warm skin through her thin white shirt. I tried to grab the hem of her shirt to lift it up, but to my surprise, without the slightest effort, she grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. Was she that strong? Or did I simply not want to resist? She leaned in close, her hot breath on my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“I’ll take the lead, darling.” She whispered, and it felt like a siren was singing right into my ear. “Just lie down, let it happen, and enjoy”. At this point, I just did as I was told. She got up, and I immediately missed her weight on me. She walked to the other end of her room, opened a drawer, and pulled out what looked like four leather cuffs. She went back to the bed and attached the cuffs to four leather straps secured to each corner of the bed. When she started to tie my wrists with the cuffs, I thought nothing of it, I was already under her spell. She wanted kinky, and I could work with kinky. She did the same with my ankles. When she was done, I tugged on my restraints and only then did I realise I was completely tied up and had barely any room to move.
Lexie took a few steps back and took her time to admire her work. Here I was, tied up in an X shape, wearing nothing but my socks and underwear. My heart started to flutter knowing I was completely exposed before her, and my arousal started to become visible. When she noticed it, her sly smile grew wider, then wicked and her eyes darkened with what looked like predatory desire.
“Oh darling, you’ve got it all wrong.” There was a note in her saccharin voice that sent a different kind of shiver down my spine. The kind that signaled danger. She approached and stood there, right next to me. Before I registered what was happening, I felt her nails stroke the fleshy area right above my left armpit. I cried out and tried to jump, but the strong restraints kept me secured on the bed. Her fingers went slowly up and down that area I didn’t even know was sensitive. I tried to tell her to stop, but the only sound that came out was giggling.
“Oh I was hoping you were sensitive, but it’s way better than I thought.” she said softly. She kept tormenting my sensitive flesh as she straddled me once again, pinning me even more firmly to the bed. In that moment, restrained, unable to fight back and at the mercy of this sensory madness, I felt like a fly caught in a black widow’s web.
Then, the second hand joined in, attacking the same spot on my right arm. My non-stop giggling turned into full out laughter and confused begging. After only a few seconds, she stopped, her nails still pressed on my sensitive skin, a silent threat of what’s to come.
“Oh no, that won’t do,” she muttered, “we have to be careful not to bother the neighbors, don’t we, darling?” Swiftly, she walked towards the same drawer as before while I struggled to catch my breath. She pulled out a ball gag and as quickly as she’d left, she came back to sit on me and forced my mouth open. She put the gag in and suddenly, sounds could hardly come out of my mouth.
“Now, where were we?” She immediately resumed her assault. But while I was expecting her to tickle my arms, I felt her fingers spider across my ribs. Ten sharp needles sending electric shocks directly from skin to my brain. I attempted to scream as loud as I could, but the ball gag did an incredible job to keep me quiet. Despite my best efforts to shake her off me, the straps prevented me from fighting back in any way. I did my best to take my mind off it, to block the sensation, but the intrusive touch kept bringing me back to the present moment. Through teary eyes, I looked at her face and saw nothing but pure bliss as she subjected me to what could only be described as torture.
“What’s the matter big boy?” she cooed, “can’t handle a few tickles? Tickle, tickle, tickle~”. Her teasing only made things worse, as it broke the thin dam that was still holding on in my mind. After what felt like hours, she gave me a break and got up. A glance at the clock on the wall made me realize that she’d been at it for only half an hour. I felt my heart, pounding wildly, sink in my chest. Only thirty minutes? How much longer could I endure this? It felt like she could go on all day and all night.
“You know, darling, I love seeing guys like you break with only a few tickles. It’s such a rush to have that much power over you with a thing as silly as tickling.” As she rambled, she took two stiff feathers and straddled my legs, giving even more access to my upper body. She dragged the feathers across my hips and midriff. The hundreds of barbs on each feather brushed against my skin, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. It was completely different from the brutal assault of Lexie’s nails, but it was just as unbearable. I screamed in vain through my gag and thrashed violently against the bed, but it was no use. Nothing could help me escape this nightmare but Lexie’s pity But the glint in her eyes told me she had none.
The feathers slowly crept up to my chest and armpits. When they made contact with my nipples, I lost it. My whole body was shaking and trashing, and my eyes opened wide, silently and desperately begging Lexie to release me. But my mute pleas were met with nothing but a wicked smirk and a wink. Despite the hell I was going through, all my nerve endings being set ablaze by the feathery barbs, that wink made my stomach flutter.
I finally got a break way long after I lost track of time. The clock showed me that more than one hour had passed since the beginning of this ticklish torment. Lexie got off me and sat on the edge of the bed. From where I was, I couldn’t see what she was doing, so I shut my eyes to compose myself and catch my breath. They shot open when I felt the gag being taken off. I immediately took a deep breath in and tried to beg.
“Lexie please, let m-hmmphh.” I was cut off when she shoved some kind of cloth in my mouth. A salty taste instantly filled my mouth. Lexie then taped my mouth shut to keep the cloth inside. This setup muffled every sound I could make, even better than the ball gag.
“Shhh, darling,” she whispered in my ear, “I hope you enjoy my socks. I went for a long walk this morning just to make them even tastier for you”. Not only did she want to dominate me through touch, she also had to control my sense of taste. Before I could do anything – not that I had any room to do anything – she took a blindfold and put it on my eyes. Now, in addition to not being able to beg, I couldn’t even see what was coming next. I suddenly felt her warm breath on my ear.
“Now that you are all set and ready, let the real fun begin, darling.” she whispered. “We have all the time we want. Well, all the time I want.” I heard her footsteps as she walked around the bed. Then, I felt my left sock being lifted.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
