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As posted on my website:
https://thelaughtermechanic.wordpress.com
from a few days ago with a few minor edits from the original.
The attached illustration below is from the wonderful artist who goes by ‘ticklefeather007’ on the amazing website Deviant Art. Piece is entitled, ‘Ticklish Nightmare’. Full disclosure, Artificial Intelligence (AI) was used to create this tickle-themed masterpiece.
And while the title and the caption in the illustration below labels the scene as a ‘Ticklish Nightmare’…in my little world…this scene is anything BUT! 😉
It’s more like a ‘Ticklish Dreams Cum True!’ ;-) for me, and for these two very lucky retirees.
Now, as soon as I tell you that these two AI drawn retirees both have a certain number of toes, you’re going to not be able to unsee it. I apologize. For some reason though…even given the even number of toes, this AI picture still somehow works for me.
Sure, if they could redo everything, and only have five toes on each foot, that would be great. But, for now, let’s roll with it as presented.
Here’s my little alternate fantasy take on the AI created artwork from ticklefeather007.
By the way, I just LOVE ticklefeather007’s Deviant Art website! Please go check it out! There are some real tickle-related gems there, including some live action scenarios that seem very real and OH, SO sexy!
I never thought I’d admit that AI created art could be so sexy and believable as real life, but it’s becoming quite good at capturing the female form in all its essence, and female eroticism.
Ok, with no further ado…here goes Part One of my fictional story based on the AI illustration attached below…
Ticklishly Erotic Dreams Come True
I’ve always experienced discomfort in my own body. Being naked around other women who I think are prettier and more in shape than me is very difficult for me to do. Like the time where my husband and I got lost on an African safari and ended up being captured by two very beautiful, very fit and very healthy indigenous African women. They stripped us of most of our clothes and began tickling us just for the pure pleasure of it. Their pleasure. And, as it turned out, ours too. Before it turned into a pleasure-fest for all parties though, being naked in front of these beautiful shapely women sent me into a bit of a ‘tailspin’, if you will. I grappled with the comparison game of how many more pounds I had packed onto my frame than they had. I’d done my fair share of stress eating over the years, and well, life is just stressful!
I’d tried SO many times over the years to lose a few pounds with fad diets, fad exercise routines, fad this, fad that, but nothing ever really stuck.
My husband, bless his heart, he delighted in my body, and always told me how beautiful I looked, both naked and with clothes on. He was my rock, and he kept me going through some very dark nights of the soul as they say. Inevitably though, even with his positivity and encouragement to delight in my curves and my large stomach, and my large breasts, and my large waistline, I succumbed to the mighty inner critic residing within me that was SO adept at reducing me on a moment’s notice to a big, fat figurative and literal, tub of lard.
I started to suspect that there was something in our American culture, something in my friend circles, something just within my own psyche, that urged me to question my own attractiveness, question my own curves, question my own body, and whether or not I truly was as sexy as my husband believed me to be.
But, hey, let’s be honest! In the confines of a marital relationship, in the throes of raising kids, a woman can lose sight SO easily of her sexual attractiveness. A woman may even never really be able to totally rest in her own beauty, her own attractiveness to the opposite sex, right?! Sure there are those looks she might get from someone of the opposite sex at a bar, or at a backyard BBQ, or at a cocktail party, but those looks seem to come in less and less frequently as the years go by. And lo and behold, she again doubts if she is or will ever be attractive. But then there’s the cat-call, the ‘Hey Baby, you lookin’ FINE!’, as she walks by a construction site and all the men are in their hard hats and eating their metal boxed lunches, and they whistle at her as she walks by in her high heels. And she LOVES it! And, she’s ALIVE again inside! ‘Yes! I still have it!’ she says as she delights in still being able to control men’s gazes!
God, I SO love construction sites for that very reason!
But, unless I truly test the waters so to speak at construction sites, I never know if I’m still truly sexy to the male species.
So, back to Africa, my husband and I are separated from all the other members of our safari group, and we find ourselves nearly naked and tied up inside this African hut in some African village. far, far away. What I didn’t realize at the tine was that me and my husband had ended up trespassing onto land controlled by a tribe that found women like me, ‘curvy in all the right places’ is how I’ll put it, to be unequivocally, absolutely, completely, 1980’s Robert Palmer, simply irresistible in every way!
God! Imagine that, Ladies! I am this mature, older woman who looks nothing like a Victoria Secret model back home. I am naked in front of two women who DO look like Victoria Secret models, and I am being told that I am just perfect! I am enough! There’s nothing to be ashamed of! In fact, there’s everything to enjoy! Let myself go!
And, so there we were. Inside this large, intimate hut in the middle of the village. The mood inside was playful. The indigenous women had smiles plastered all over their faces, and it was quite contagious. Me and my husband got those same smiles plastered on our faces.
The two indigenous womens’ eyes gave it away as they giggled while gently removing all of our clothing, except our underwear bottoms. They seated us in two very comfortable, very soft, very wooden chairs with our hands tied above our heads, and our bare feet gently tied with soft ropes to a wooden post sitting out in front of our chairs. Again, they were so gentle with us, and they smiled and laughed as they performed their tasks. My husband and I were perfectly at ease. I think we both kind of knew what was coming next…
One of the indigenous women positioned herself right next to me, and the other indigenous woman stood right next to my husband. They then just started to gently and slowly stroke our soft, bare, exposed armpits with their own soft, bare fingers. This gentle, soft, stroking technique there in my underarm region made me start to laugh instantly and fully and oh, so deeply! It wasn’t uncomfortable. It actually felt quite good, and I liked the sensations my underarm tickler was bringing me, and getting me laughing so quickly. This went on for many minutes and they just kept exploring all over my exposed underarm areas. Me and my husband were both oh, so ticklish there, and we just laughed and laughed. Now, as my husband is prone to do when I tickle him before we make love each evening (my husband is an insatiable lover), he develops a rather massive erection. That is WHY I tickle him! My husband just LOVES being tickled! Absolutely LOVES it! Turns him on SO much! The two ladies notice and they smile wicked smiles at each other as they keep tickling us both in our underarm regions.
I’m actually exactly the same way as my husband, love to be tickled and get quite aroused from it. I’m pretty sure my panties were starting to show at this point; getting more and more moist down there from all the tickling.
The woman tickling my husband glanced down at my panties and smiled, “You like being tickled just as much as he does, huh?!”
I kept silent except for the laughing.
My panties were getting quite wet. The moment I realized we were going to be tied up by these women, I could feel my juices flowing inside me. I just LOVE bondage! Absolutely love it! The only thing I like more is being tickled WHILE I’m in bondage! So this was proving to be quite an erotic experience for me. Quite an erotic experience. I was getting tickled by a woman in front of my husband, and he was getting tickled by a woman in front of me. I think if one of them had stroked my pussy with their feathers while tickling us, I might have just exploded with a mind-bending orgasm right then and there! But they didn’t. And it was probably for the best as they had other delicious and sexy plans for the two of us. They just kept slowly and gently tickling us all over our armpits and watching our reactions and seemingly delighting wholeheartedly in our ticklish reactions and our laughter!
The two indigenous women then slowly moved their fingers and hands down our bodies to our soft, bare, plump tummies, and spent many minutes touching and lightly tickling us there.
Same reactions.
Lots of light, fun, playful laughter escaped both my husband and I as we had this new part of our bodies being tickled.
Both of us never asked for the tickling to stop from our ticklers. We just kept letting out pure, unadulterated laughter with these women, these expert, gentle tickler women! I was fast falling in love with mine as she gently cooed and tickle talked to me…
“Awwwww, you are so ticklish, aren’t you, Beautiful Goddess?! SO ticklish! Tickle, tickle, tickle! Coochie, coochie, coo!!!”
My husband’s tickler talked to him in the same way.
Both indigenous women seemed to really get off on our laughter as much as we were getting off on being tickled by them!
It was heavenly!
To be continued…
…or you can read it in its entirety on my website at:
https://thelaughtermechanic.wordpress.com
The story is password protected.
Here is the password:
‘iamatleasteighteenyearsold’
PLEASE be at least eighteen years old to view this on my website. It is an adult-themed sexually EXPLICIT fictional story.
Thank you for honoring my wishes in that regard🙏
Enjoy!
TLM
https://thelaughtermechanic.wordpress.com
from a few days ago with a few minor edits from the original.
The attached illustration below is from the wonderful artist who goes by ‘ticklefeather007’ on the amazing website Deviant Art. Piece is entitled, ‘Ticklish Nightmare’. Full disclosure, Artificial Intelligence (AI) was used to create this tickle-themed masterpiece.
And while the title and the caption in the illustration below labels the scene as a ‘Ticklish Nightmare’…in my little world…this scene is anything BUT! 😉
It’s more like a ‘Ticklish Dreams Cum True!’ ;-) for me, and for these two very lucky retirees.
Now, as soon as I tell you that these two AI drawn retirees both have a certain number of toes, you’re going to not be able to unsee it. I apologize. For some reason though…even given the even number of toes, this AI picture still somehow works for me.
Sure, if they could redo everything, and only have five toes on each foot, that would be great. But, for now, let’s roll with it as presented.
Here’s my little alternate fantasy take on the AI created artwork from ticklefeather007.
By the way, I just LOVE ticklefeather007’s Deviant Art website! Please go check it out! There are some real tickle-related gems there, including some live action scenarios that seem very real and OH, SO sexy!
I never thought I’d admit that AI created art could be so sexy and believable as real life, but it’s becoming quite good at capturing the female form in all its essence, and female eroticism.
Ok, with no further ado…here goes Part One of my fictional story based on the AI illustration attached below…
Ticklishly Erotic Dreams Come True
I’ve always experienced discomfort in my own body. Being naked around other women who I think are prettier and more in shape than me is very difficult for me to do. Like the time where my husband and I got lost on an African safari and ended up being captured by two very beautiful, very fit and very healthy indigenous African women. They stripped us of most of our clothes and began tickling us just for the pure pleasure of it. Their pleasure. And, as it turned out, ours too. Before it turned into a pleasure-fest for all parties though, being naked in front of these beautiful shapely women sent me into a bit of a ‘tailspin’, if you will. I grappled with the comparison game of how many more pounds I had packed onto my frame than they had. I’d done my fair share of stress eating over the years, and well, life is just stressful!
I’d tried SO many times over the years to lose a few pounds with fad diets, fad exercise routines, fad this, fad that, but nothing ever really stuck.
My husband, bless his heart, he delighted in my body, and always told me how beautiful I looked, both naked and with clothes on. He was my rock, and he kept me going through some very dark nights of the soul as they say. Inevitably though, even with his positivity and encouragement to delight in my curves and my large stomach, and my large breasts, and my large waistline, I succumbed to the mighty inner critic residing within me that was SO adept at reducing me on a moment’s notice to a big, fat figurative and literal, tub of lard.
I started to suspect that there was something in our American culture, something in my friend circles, something just within my own psyche, that urged me to question my own attractiveness, question my own curves, question my own body, and whether or not I truly was as sexy as my husband believed me to be.
But, hey, let’s be honest! In the confines of a marital relationship, in the throes of raising kids, a woman can lose sight SO easily of her sexual attractiveness. A woman may even never really be able to totally rest in her own beauty, her own attractiveness to the opposite sex, right?! Sure there are those looks she might get from someone of the opposite sex at a bar, or at a backyard BBQ, or at a cocktail party, but those looks seem to come in less and less frequently as the years go by. And lo and behold, she again doubts if she is or will ever be attractive. But then there’s the cat-call, the ‘Hey Baby, you lookin’ FINE!’, as she walks by a construction site and all the men are in their hard hats and eating their metal boxed lunches, and they whistle at her as she walks by in her high heels. And she LOVES it! And, she’s ALIVE again inside! ‘Yes! I still have it!’ she says as she delights in still being able to control men’s gazes!
God, I SO love construction sites for that very reason!
But, unless I truly test the waters so to speak at construction sites, I never know if I’m still truly sexy to the male species.
So, back to Africa, my husband and I are separated from all the other members of our safari group, and we find ourselves nearly naked and tied up inside this African hut in some African village. far, far away. What I didn’t realize at the tine was that me and my husband had ended up trespassing onto land controlled by a tribe that found women like me, ‘curvy in all the right places’ is how I’ll put it, to be unequivocally, absolutely, completely, 1980’s Robert Palmer, simply irresistible in every way!
God! Imagine that, Ladies! I am this mature, older woman who looks nothing like a Victoria Secret model back home. I am naked in front of two women who DO look like Victoria Secret models, and I am being told that I am just perfect! I am enough! There’s nothing to be ashamed of! In fact, there’s everything to enjoy! Let myself go!
And, so there we were. Inside this large, intimate hut in the middle of the village. The mood inside was playful. The indigenous women had smiles plastered all over their faces, and it was quite contagious. Me and my husband got those same smiles plastered on our faces.
The two indigenous womens’ eyes gave it away as they giggled while gently removing all of our clothing, except our underwear bottoms. They seated us in two very comfortable, very soft, very wooden chairs with our hands tied above our heads, and our bare feet gently tied with soft ropes to a wooden post sitting out in front of our chairs. Again, they were so gentle with us, and they smiled and laughed as they performed their tasks. My husband and I were perfectly at ease. I think we both kind of knew what was coming next…
One of the indigenous women positioned herself right next to me, and the other indigenous woman stood right next to my husband. They then just started to gently and slowly stroke our soft, bare, exposed armpits with their own soft, bare fingers. This gentle, soft, stroking technique there in my underarm region made me start to laugh instantly and fully and oh, so deeply! It wasn’t uncomfortable. It actually felt quite good, and I liked the sensations my underarm tickler was bringing me, and getting me laughing so quickly. This went on for many minutes and they just kept exploring all over my exposed underarm areas. Me and my husband were both oh, so ticklish there, and we just laughed and laughed. Now, as my husband is prone to do when I tickle him before we make love each evening (my husband is an insatiable lover), he develops a rather massive erection. That is WHY I tickle him! My husband just LOVES being tickled! Absolutely LOVES it! Turns him on SO much! The two ladies notice and they smile wicked smiles at each other as they keep tickling us both in our underarm regions.
I’m actually exactly the same way as my husband, love to be tickled and get quite aroused from it. I’m pretty sure my panties were starting to show at this point; getting more and more moist down there from all the tickling.
The woman tickling my husband glanced down at my panties and smiled, “You like being tickled just as much as he does, huh?!”
I kept silent except for the laughing.
My panties were getting quite wet. The moment I realized we were going to be tied up by these women, I could feel my juices flowing inside me. I just LOVE bondage! Absolutely love it! The only thing I like more is being tickled WHILE I’m in bondage! So this was proving to be quite an erotic experience for me. Quite an erotic experience. I was getting tickled by a woman in front of my husband, and he was getting tickled by a woman in front of me. I think if one of them had stroked my pussy with their feathers while tickling us, I might have just exploded with a mind-bending orgasm right then and there! But they didn’t. And it was probably for the best as they had other delicious and sexy plans for the two of us. They just kept slowly and gently tickling us all over our armpits and watching our reactions and seemingly delighting wholeheartedly in our ticklish reactions and our laughter!
The two indigenous women then slowly moved their fingers and hands down our bodies to our soft, bare, plump tummies, and spent many minutes touching and lightly tickling us there.
Same reactions.
Lots of light, fun, playful laughter escaped both my husband and I as we had this new part of our bodies being tickled.
Both of us never asked for the tickling to stop from our ticklers. We just kept letting out pure, unadulterated laughter with these women, these expert, gentle tickler women! I was fast falling in love with mine as she gently cooed and tickle talked to me…
“Awwwww, you are so ticklish, aren’t you, Beautiful Goddess?! SO ticklish! Tickle, tickle, tickle! Coochie, coochie, coo!!!”
My husband’s tickler talked to him in the same way.
Both indigenous women seemed to really get off on our laughter as much as we were getting off on being tickled by them!
It was heavenly!
To be continued…
…or you can read it in its entirety on my website at:
https://thelaughtermechanic.wordpress.com
The story is password protected.
Here is the password:
‘iamatleasteighteenyearsold’
PLEASE be at least eighteen years old to view this on my website. It is an adult-themed sexually EXPLICIT fictional story.
Thank you for honoring my wishes in that regard🙏
Enjoy!
TLM
