sensitivegirl
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My mind can only imagine the possibilities. My body, to this point, has not experienced the reality of my fantasies and wild imagination. Maybe someday, maybe not, but the good thing about imagination is no one can take it from you. A true gift we are given to use to fill the blank canvases of our mind.
I can only imagine what it would be like to have you have me. To own my soul, control my body, and delegate my laughter. Knowing that where you touch me, how you touch me, and how much you touch me will send you your reward of my squirming and helpless giggles, pleading eyes, body ready to be taken. Would you like that baby? To hear me begging you, my eyes pools of dark chocolate, my face reddened with a flush of desire....
It is almost to much to ponder, this amount of desire, running through my veins faster than my blood, every cell on fire for you, while you tease and tickle me like a master of your craft, which you are.
Where would you start? My body is indeed a soft, curvy and quivering gift I am giving you. For a true maestro like yourself, where would you begin? Would it be at the bottom, or would you start at the top as we are always taught to do...I am ticklish from my fingertips to my toes, every nerve ending deliciously sensitive. A feather can make me giggle, and squirm a bit, trying to get away from its soft and torturous touch, but your fingertips, tongue, teeth, they can make me yours very quickly. Will you tickle my helpless feet, sole, heel, toes, while my feet struggle in vain to get away, and the laughter pours out of me, scaring me with its ferocity. Or, will you start at my fingertips and slowly trace a feather down my arm, into my super sensitive underarm, eliciting my laughter....the possiblities are endless aren't they? I do hope you give every inch of my waiting body its due, and spend your time finding my ticklish spots, which you will return to again and again as you assert your control over my flesh. Or, will you tie my ankles wide apart and tickle my hips, your thumbs probing and rubbing circles into my hip bones... I ask you to 'please stop..please move somewhere else' through my laughter, and you tell me, 'it's not about you, its about me, what I want.' Your fingers move up to my sides, and play me there like a pianist at his instrument, while I laugh and squirm to avoid your tickling touches. Oh, there is so much of me for you to take, so many ticklish spots, and before the night is through you will take each and every one of them for yourself.
Tell me, which is your favorite? Can you pinpoint the part of my softness that gives you the most satisfaction and excites you to madness while I dance beneath you? Can you pick just one? Is there truly any better love a man can have for a womans body than the love of making her dance beneath him with his fingertips? Making her laugh, making her body weak with desire?
While my body continues to hope, my mind delights with the endless possiblities...
I can only imagine what it would be like to have you have me. To own my soul, control my body, and delegate my laughter. Knowing that where you touch me, how you touch me, and how much you touch me will send you your reward of my squirming and helpless giggles, pleading eyes, body ready to be taken. Would you like that baby? To hear me begging you, my eyes pools of dark chocolate, my face reddened with a flush of desire....
It is almost to much to ponder, this amount of desire, running through my veins faster than my blood, every cell on fire for you, while you tease and tickle me like a master of your craft, which you are.
Where would you start? My body is indeed a soft, curvy and quivering gift I am giving you. For a true maestro like yourself, where would you begin? Would it be at the bottom, or would you start at the top as we are always taught to do...I am ticklish from my fingertips to my toes, every nerve ending deliciously sensitive. A feather can make me giggle, and squirm a bit, trying to get away from its soft and torturous touch, but your fingertips, tongue, teeth, they can make me yours very quickly. Will you tickle my helpless feet, sole, heel, toes, while my feet struggle in vain to get away, and the laughter pours out of me, scaring me with its ferocity. Or, will you start at my fingertips and slowly trace a feather down my arm, into my super sensitive underarm, eliciting my laughter....the possiblities are endless aren't they? I do hope you give every inch of my waiting body its due, and spend your time finding my ticklish spots, which you will return to again and again as you assert your control over my flesh. Or, will you tie my ankles wide apart and tickle my hips, your thumbs probing and rubbing circles into my hip bones... I ask you to 'please stop..please move somewhere else' through my laughter, and you tell me, 'it's not about you, its about me, what I want.' Your fingers move up to my sides, and play me there like a pianist at his instrument, while I laugh and squirm to avoid your tickling touches. Oh, there is so much of me for you to take, so many ticklish spots, and before the night is through you will take each and every one of them for yourself.
Tell me, which is your favorite? Can you pinpoint the part of my softness that gives you the most satisfaction and excites you to madness while I dance beneath you? Can you pick just one? Is there truly any better love a man can have for a womans body than the love of making her dance beneath him with his fingertips? Making her laugh, making her body weak with desire?
While my body continues to hope, my mind delights with the endless possiblities...
Can I do that to you for real? 
