Ticklemmmeeeeee
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hiii🙂 I uploaded a bunch of stories, fantasies,and misc. tickle related stuff of my own to my group....check it out if u like...
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Tell_meee_a_tickle_story/
here is a sample....
a ticklish love letter...
Now as the evening grows quiet in ur absence...lying spent in the warmth of our bed...exhaustion permeates my frame as my breathing stabilizes...stretching is sooo terribly yummy...especially after u wear me out so....~ smile~....I draw out my limbs in a languid expression of satisfaction....a sensual feeling steals over me and u are here with me once again...u smile at me and I gently bite my bottom lip...my eyes cast downward...never quite over that yummy awkwardness called intimacy as we lie naked in bed together....so close...I love how my heart feels as it pumps louder than the thoughts screaming through my brain...I hope this feeling never leaves... I return ur imagined grin and my thoughts become playful once more with the mere rememberence of u next to me...ur scent lingering against my body...mingling with my own...I love to imagine u near me...ur strong arms around me...my head buried in ur shoulder...ur chest...legs wrapped around legs....toes running slowly up and down ur thighs......shins....feet playing over urs...tickling us both...as we giggle together....I love how our bodies become so entangled...I love how we're so sweaty...I love to catch the rhythm of ur breathing and live for a few exquisite moments as one being...separately together...I said I was dreaming, my sweet darling, but I am so deliciously intoxicated...devouring such heavenly moments with u that I wish to go on in this state forever in ur absence....leaving it only to revel in ur return once again....when ur fingers play daringly over my dangerously ticklish body....I adore how u explore me and examine every place as though u have not been there before.....reclaiming each part as ur own once again.....how u drive me wild.....as you tickle my entire body I feel so alive....so ridiculously ticklish...we laugh about that....everything feels so everywhere all at once...the true torture is having to focus on any one element of ur welcome intrusion...for I wish to capture every second of everything and every glimpse of every vision and every sensation of every touch u bring to me.....my senses race to keep up with the silent screams and outrageously wild laughter only u can evoke....eruptions of torturous pleasure racing to my surface each time u renew ur attack on my painfuly ticklish body...I could write of my desire for ur wonderful ticklish torment forever my love...how I adore it when u tickle me....how it feels....how u look when ur watching me...how I sound and how u love it all....I love how u love the sound of my laughter as u make me laugh harder and harder....I love the power aluminating from u as u know ur delivering an attack so powerful that I cry to have it stop only to beg u for more after it has.....and I love that u love that as well....(that's alot of love!)...lol...how u complete me...make me whole...fulfill every fantasy and erotic exotic imaginative vivid thought that enters my head and heart....u make my imagination turn so fearless!...u seem to know what I want before I can verbalize it....ur response is so much more effective than my expression ever could be...and u satisfy every place my wickedly fantastic imagination ever dared to go...and I thank u for that....though I know it is u who thanks me....how sweetly ironic🙂.....before u, I merely desired desire...and any loved one was no more than the tool of that desire...sadly, when such a love object as that is lost...it is the loss of love we weep for not the loss of the beloved...I have indeed shown myself in the past more fond of my literary passion than of the person who apparently kindled it...with you.....there are a thousand reasons to write a love letter every day...for u I could write a letter that can cure pain...bring joy...and re-animate lost hopes...all inspired by my love for u...some days I cannot concentrate for thinking of u and how u tickle me......how u lust after my feet....play with my toes....torture me however u like....for as intensely as u like ...for as long as u like.....stopping only when u want to...and knowing I love u all the more for it...I have things to say to u with my mouth that have no words and cannot be written down...whether glancing up at ur adoring face or shyly turning f rom ur loving stare I am always desirous of ur hands on my body...tickling me like mad...holding me protectively....kissing me tenderly...devouring my skin with ur hungry lips...this sends me back to the first day we fell in love.....and I still do not want to go...
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Tell_meee_a_tickle_story/
here is a sample....
a ticklish love letter...
Now as the evening grows quiet in ur absence...lying spent in the warmth of our bed...exhaustion permeates my frame as my breathing stabilizes...stretching is sooo terribly yummy...especially after u wear me out so....~ smile~....I draw out my limbs in a languid expression of satisfaction....a sensual feeling steals over me and u are here with me once again...u smile at me and I gently bite my bottom lip...my eyes cast downward...never quite over that yummy awkwardness called intimacy as we lie naked in bed together....so close...I love how my heart feels as it pumps louder than the thoughts screaming through my brain...I hope this feeling never leaves... I return ur imagined grin and my thoughts become playful once more with the mere rememberence of u next to me...ur scent lingering against my body...mingling with my own...I love to imagine u near me...ur strong arms around me...my head buried in ur shoulder...ur chest...legs wrapped around legs....toes running slowly up and down ur thighs......shins....feet playing over urs...tickling us both...as we giggle together....I love how our bodies become so entangled...I love how we're so sweaty...I love to catch the rhythm of ur breathing and live for a few exquisite moments as one being...separately together...I said I was dreaming, my sweet darling, but I am so deliciously intoxicated...devouring such heavenly moments with u that I wish to go on in this state forever in ur absence....leaving it only to revel in ur return once again....when ur fingers play daringly over my dangerously ticklish body....I adore how u explore me and examine every place as though u have not been there before.....reclaiming each part as ur own once again.....how u drive me wild.....as you tickle my entire body I feel so alive....so ridiculously ticklish...we laugh about that....everything feels so everywhere all at once...the true torture is having to focus on any one element of ur welcome intrusion...for I wish to capture every second of everything and every glimpse of every vision and every sensation of every touch u bring to me.....my senses race to keep up with the silent screams and outrageously wild laughter only u can evoke....eruptions of torturous pleasure racing to my surface each time u renew ur attack on my painfuly ticklish body...I could write of my desire for ur wonderful ticklish torment forever my love...how I adore it when u tickle me....how it feels....how u look when ur watching me...how I sound and how u love it all....I love how u love the sound of my laughter as u make me laugh harder and harder....I love the power aluminating from u as u know ur delivering an attack so powerful that I cry to have it stop only to beg u for more after it has.....and I love that u love that as well....(that's alot of love!)...lol...how u complete me...make me whole...fulfill every fantasy and erotic exotic imaginative vivid thought that enters my head and heart....u make my imagination turn so fearless!...u seem to know what I want before I can verbalize it....ur response is so much more effective than my expression ever could be...and u satisfy every place my wickedly fantastic imagination ever dared to go...and I thank u for that....though I know it is u who thanks me....how sweetly ironic🙂.....before u, I merely desired desire...and any loved one was no more than the tool of that desire...sadly, when such a love object as that is lost...it is the loss of love we weep for not the loss of the beloved...I have indeed shown myself in the past more fond of my literary passion than of the person who apparently kindled it...with you.....there are a thousand reasons to write a love letter every day...for u I could write a letter that can cure pain...bring joy...and re-animate lost hopes...all inspired by my love for u...some days I cannot concentrate for thinking of u and how u tickle me......how u lust after my feet....play with my toes....torture me however u like....for as intensely as u like ...for as long as u like.....stopping only when u want to...and knowing I love u all the more for it...I have things to say to u with my mouth that have no words and cannot be written down...whether glancing up at ur adoring face or shyly turning f rom ur loving stare I am always desirous of ur hands on my body...tickling me like mad...holding me protectively....kissing me tenderly...devouring my skin with ur hungry lips...this sends me back to the first day we fell in love.....and I still do not want to go...
