For those of you who enjoy tickling with a playful "eating" dynamic... This sort of stuff throws me into 'lee space like nothing else.
Me: Female 'lee, mid-20s
You: 'ler of the story~ whoever you are 🙂
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You sit and motion for me to lay across your lap. Fearful, I comply. As I lie down, face up, my back arches across your legs. My belly is forcibly stretched out, taught and sensitive. You laugh at me, menacingly. You place my arms back and under your legs to severely restrict my movement. I squeeze my eyes shut, afraid to watch...
I feel your hand slowly lift my shirt all the way up---my bare belly and ribs now exposed. You take one finger and trace it down the center of my body, from my sternum to my crotch, along my central artery. My breathing is shallow and quick. I don't dare open my eyes.
For a few minutes you trace your fingers up my ribs, down my sides, and around my belly, in repetition. I can feel your hunger growing as your movements become more sporadic and uncontrolled. You then begin to pet my belly, your whole hand running smoothly across my soft, tight skin.
I feel a drop of saliva hit my tummy. It must have dripped from your bared teeth, hovering over my torso.
I'm terrified. Sooner or later, you won't be able to wait anymore.
As if you read my thoughts, your right hand suddenly pinches at my belly and a low growl escapes your lips. The pinching and prodding becomes faster, and I squirm and squeal from the sensation.
My prey-like movements have triggered the predator in you. I open my eyes a brief moment and see you focused on my wiggling torso, eyes glassed over with hunger and lust. You are too far gone. No hope for me.
The toying turns into full on tickling. My squeals turn to hysterics, my squirming becomes desperate---but I am locked in place.
Then, you lose it. You quickly bend forward, jaw open, and bite onto my belly. Your bite is firm, but you are carful not to sink in. I shriek and writhe, but your grip holds me in your teeth. Your hands spider, pinch, and play all over my belly, moving up to my ribs, and back down again. You lick from one side of my belly to the other, enjoying my taste.
Tears begin to stream down my cheeks from the laughter. My belly becomes raw and pink from the nibbling, but it does not stop. I resort to begging, but the begging only encourages you. Your tongue moves up to my ribs and wets them thoroughly. The lubrication allows your teeth to glide around them, unhindered by friction.
As your teeth nip at my ribs, your fingers continue to exploitively tickle my tummy. My face is flushed, blood racing through my veins. My mind, having accepted that I will not get away, deliriously awaits the end of your feasting.
Hysterics, giggling, and a few snorts continuously fill the room. I fear I'll go mad.
We are both all too aware you haven't even finished with my torso, though... so much more of me left to torture.
Me: Female 'lee, mid-20s
You: 'ler of the story~ whoever you are 🙂
. . . . . . .
You sit and motion for me to lay across your lap. Fearful, I comply. As I lie down, face up, my back arches across your legs. My belly is forcibly stretched out, taught and sensitive. You laugh at me, menacingly. You place my arms back and under your legs to severely restrict my movement. I squeeze my eyes shut, afraid to watch...
I feel your hand slowly lift my shirt all the way up---my bare belly and ribs now exposed. You take one finger and trace it down the center of my body, from my sternum to my crotch, along my central artery. My breathing is shallow and quick. I don't dare open my eyes.
For a few minutes you trace your fingers up my ribs, down my sides, and around my belly, in repetition. I can feel your hunger growing as your movements become more sporadic and uncontrolled. You then begin to pet my belly, your whole hand running smoothly across my soft, tight skin.
I feel a drop of saliva hit my tummy. It must have dripped from your bared teeth, hovering over my torso.
I'm terrified. Sooner or later, you won't be able to wait anymore.
As if you read my thoughts, your right hand suddenly pinches at my belly and a low growl escapes your lips. The pinching and prodding becomes faster, and I squirm and squeal from the sensation.
My prey-like movements have triggered the predator in you. I open my eyes a brief moment and see you focused on my wiggling torso, eyes glassed over with hunger and lust. You are too far gone. No hope for me.
The toying turns into full on tickling. My squeals turn to hysterics, my squirming becomes desperate---but I am locked in place.
Then, you lose it. You quickly bend forward, jaw open, and bite onto my belly. Your bite is firm, but you are carful not to sink in. I shriek and writhe, but your grip holds me in your teeth. Your hands spider, pinch, and play all over my belly, moving up to my ribs, and back down again. You lick from one side of my belly to the other, enjoying my taste.
Tears begin to stream down my cheeks from the laughter. My belly becomes raw and pink from the nibbling, but it does not stop. I resort to begging, but the begging only encourages you. Your tongue moves up to my ribs and wets them thoroughly. The lubrication allows your teeth to glide around them, unhindered by friction.
As your teeth nip at my ribs, your fingers continue to exploitively tickle my tummy. My face is flushed, blood racing through my veins. My mind, having accepted that I will not get away, deliriously awaits the end of your feasting.
Hysterics, giggling, and a few snorts continuously fill the room. I fear I'll go mad.
We are both all too aware you haven't even finished with my torso, though... so much more of me left to torture.
