pearcharleston
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I've thought about posting this story for some time now but never got around to it. I'll admit it sounds made up, but every part of it is true. Looking back on it I still have a hard time believing my luck and audacity.
There was a girl who lived in my section of the city. We were friends of friends, meeting up regularly at various pub crawls and parties. I knew she liked me, and I would often receive drunk texts from her asking to meet up at a local bar or to come over to her place. She was nice enough and fairly attractive, but I was never that interested in her.
One evening I got another text from her inviting me out. I responded that I'm staying in for the night, but if she wants she can come over and have some beers. She accepted and we were having a relaxing night just chilling out with some Sam Adams. She was talking about how stressful grad school was and that she really needs to find ways to 'let go' and relax. And if I have ANY suggestions she would gladly consider them.
I'm still impressed with my boldness. It was probably the beer talking for me but I said; 'yeah, I know a perfect relaxation technique. As long as you're brave enough to try it.'
'Oh I'm just about ready to try anything' she replied.
We were finishing our second round of beers, so I got up and told her to follow me. At this point I wasn't even thinking or second-guessing my actions. I was presented with this fantasy scenario so I decided to run with it. We entered my bedroom and I lit a candle and turned on some meditation music.
'Take off your shirt and your shoes and lay on your back on my bed.'
She immediately took her shirt and shoes off in one motion and jumped on my bed without saying a word. She had a huge smile on her face and naturally took a spread eagle position.
I climbed on the bed and fished around the edges for the bondage that was already attached. I have one of those 'bed-bondage' sets that lies underneath the mattress. As I was clasping her wrists I expected her to protest or say something, but she remained silent. She still had the huge smile on her face.
After her ankles were clasped, she was completely tied up and vulnerable. Her armpits were outstretched and I could see her flat stomach rising and falling with her breathe. I had purposely left her socks on at first, but leaned over and slowly peeled them off, exposing her smooth pink-ish soles.
'I guarantee you will sleep like a baby tonight. And during our session the last thing on your mind will be deadlines or assignments' I teased. 'Ok, now this is important. Are you ticklish at all?'
All she said was 'ummm, mildly.'
Then I dug in. I raked both of her soles at the same time as she arched her back, scrunched her toes and squealed in response. I kept this up for several minutes before I grabbed one foot like a head-lock and held on while I ferocously tickled. I switched back and forth from one foot to another while she laughed and bucked and squealed and gasped for breath. I paused for one moment to gather position and straddle her hips. She looked in my eyes and said 'you're right, I'm not thinking of homework or school at all right now.' Game on.
I dug into her lower ribs as she instinctively contorted her body and screamed. My fingers danced up her ribcage into her smooth armpits and back and forth, up and down over and over without a break. I was mesmerized by her smooth, sensitive skin. I could instantly see the marks on her skin as I raked my fingernails over them repeatedly. I was so captured by her vulnerability and predicament that I hardly noticed she nearly bucked me off her several times. Her eyes were squeezed tight and tears were running down her face. She laughed hysterically and without end. But at no time did she scream for me to stop.
Eventually I looked over at my clock and realized I tickled her for 45 minutes straight! By this point her hair was a mess and her face was bright red and she was taking deep breathes. 'Congratulations' I said. 'I take it all of your stresses are currently gone and that you will have the best sleep of your life tonight.' What she said next floored me.
'We can keep going if you like.'
I was absolutely amazed. But I just kissed her and said no, that was it for tonight. But anytime she needs a stress reliever just text me and come on over.
The next morning she texted me saying, 'you're totally right! I got the BEST sleep of my life last night! Thanks again for your incredible stress reliever! See you soon!' I thought that might be it. I was quite 'ballsy' that night but I seriously thought that would be the end of it. But two night nights later I received the best text of my life:
'Hi I'm feeling way stressed again. Can I come over and get tickled?'
I was blown away. After that she would come over on a regular basis, perhaps twice a week and I would tie her up and tickle her for an hour or more. And I tried EVERYTHING. Brushes, lotion, you name it. She was game for it all. I got more 'tickle action' that spring then in all my past experiences added up. This ticklish situation lasted a solid 4-5 months. Eventually she got a boyfriend and I got a girlfriend (who lets me tickle her daily) so we drifted apart. But every now and then I think of that first night when I just went for it and it paid off big time.
There was a girl who lived in my section of the city. We were friends of friends, meeting up regularly at various pub crawls and parties. I knew she liked me, and I would often receive drunk texts from her asking to meet up at a local bar or to come over to her place. She was nice enough and fairly attractive, but I was never that interested in her.
One evening I got another text from her inviting me out. I responded that I'm staying in for the night, but if she wants she can come over and have some beers. She accepted and we were having a relaxing night just chilling out with some Sam Adams. She was talking about how stressful grad school was and that she really needs to find ways to 'let go' and relax. And if I have ANY suggestions she would gladly consider them.
I'm still impressed with my boldness. It was probably the beer talking for me but I said; 'yeah, I know a perfect relaxation technique. As long as you're brave enough to try it.'
'Oh I'm just about ready to try anything' she replied.
We were finishing our second round of beers, so I got up and told her to follow me. At this point I wasn't even thinking or second-guessing my actions. I was presented with this fantasy scenario so I decided to run with it. We entered my bedroom and I lit a candle and turned on some meditation music.
'Take off your shirt and your shoes and lay on your back on my bed.'
She immediately took her shirt and shoes off in one motion and jumped on my bed without saying a word. She had a huge smile on her face and naturally took a spread eagle position.
I climbed on the bed and fished around the edges for the bondage that was already attached. I have one of those 'bed-bondage' sets that lies underneath the mattress. As I was clasping her wrists I expected her to protest or say something, but she remained silent. She still had the huge smile on her face.
After her ankles were clasped, she was completely tied up and vulnerable. Her armpits were outstretched and I could see her flat stomach rising and falling with her breathe. I had purposely left her socks on at first, but leaned over and slowly peeled them off, exposing her smooth pink-ish soles.
'I guarantee you will sleep like a baby tonight. And during our session the last thing on your mind will be deadlines or assignments' I teased. 'Ok, now this is important. Are you ticklish at all?'
All she said was 'ummm, mildly.'
Then I dug in. I raked both of her soles at the same time as she arched her back, scrunched her toes and squealed in response. I kept this up for several minutes before I grabbed one foot like a head-lock and held on while I ferocously tickled. I switched back and forth from one foot to another while she laughed and bucked and squealed and gasped for breath. I paused for one moment to gather position and straddle her hips. She looked in my eyes and said 'you're right, I'm not thinking of homework or school at all right now.' Game on.
I dug into her lower ribs as she instinctively contorted her body and screamed. My fingers danced up her ribcage into her smooth armpits and back and forth, up and down over and over without a break. I was mesmerized by her smooth, sensitive skin. I could instantly see the marks on her skin as I raked my fingernails over them repeatedly. I was so captured by her vulnerability and predicament that I hardly noticed she nearly bucked me off her several times. Her eyes were squeezed tight and tears were running down her face. She laughed hysterically and without end. But at no time did she scream for me to stop.
Eventually I looked over at my clock and realized I tickled her for 45 minutes straight! By this point her hair was a mess and her face was bright red and she was taking deep breathes. 'Congratulations' I said. 'I take it all of your stresses are currently gone and that you will have the best sleep of your life tonight.' What she said next floored me.
'We can keep going if you like.'
I was absolutely amazed. But I just kissed her and said no, that was it for tonight. But anytime she needs a stress reliever just text me and come on over.
The next morning she texted me saying, 'you're totally right! I got the BEST sleep of my life last night! Thanks again for your incredible stress reliever! See you soon!' I thought that might be it. I was quite 'ballsy' that night but I seriously thought that would be the end of it. But two night nights later I received the best text of my life:
'Hi I'm feeling way stressed again. Can I come over and get tickled?'
I was blown away. After that she would come over on a regular basis, perhaps twice a week and I would tie her up and tickle her for an hour or more. And I tried EVERYTHING. Brushes, lotion, you name it. She was game for it all. I got more 'tickle action' that spring then in all my past experiences added up. This ticklish situation lasted a solid 4-5 months. Eventually she got a boyfriend and I got a girlfriend (who lets me tickle her daily) so we drifted apart. But every now and then I think of that first night when I just went for it and it paid off big time.
