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I never experienced in real life the pleasures that my body and soul is experiencing now. I have found a lover so exciting, so in control, so tender, all the while taking me to my limits of desperate ticklishness and beyond. It doesn't matter if I want to laugh any more or not, if he summons my deep laughter , it will come. There is no laughter like ticklish laughter, the kind that you cannot control, cannot quash, cannot subdue, it eminates from deep within you. My body squirms helplessly, my eyes close, while my tender skin and the muscles beneath and played like a violin.His fingertips softly moving over me, inch by ticklish inch. He gently and slowly searches my landscape of skin, and when he finds a place that get the right reaction,when the laughing and pleading start, he stops and lingers there, all the while pinning my arm above my head and putting his weight on the rest of my body, so I am completely helpless to his touch. My soft moans of 'stop' go ignored,and even become detested by him. He doesn't want to stop, and will not. He whispers to me in a gutteral voice, "never". "It may slow down a bit here and there, but it will never stop." As much as my body is tired of laughing, of being his tickle toy, he knows as well as I do that I don't want it to stop, ever. I might as well just surrender to my fate, that of being induced to laugh from a place that is so deep, that there is nothing I can do to stop it. When he finds spots, and there are so many that is it unfair, he will linger and listen to my pleas for mercy. When his soft touch encounters my even softer underarm, I am reduced to a giggling, hopelessly ticklish woman who has no defenses left. I am wearing silken lingerie that clings to my curvy body, and he runs a finger down my side, the material making the skin even more sensitive than naked, and my whole body shudders beneath him while a squeal leaves my lips. He then kisses me gently, and my laughter goes into his mouth, as our souls collide. Wow.
 
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wow....im in absolute aw of our writing ability and just how lucky uve become
 
:roseglasses: Congratulations!

I think Tom Petty summed it up pretty well, :sing: "She's a woman in love...." :sing:





:rockingout: Thank yew!... thank yew!... I'll be here all week... be sure to tip yer waitress. :blowkiss:
 
wow i'm impressed too by such a discription...that went under my skin.....can imagin so good, cause i'd felt the same in that situation.. have fun with him.. and never let him go^^
 
Wow, more WOWOWOWOW That was a wonderfull description and delightfully written !! Please, feel free to express yourself.


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I am wearing silken lingerie that clings to my curvy body, and he runs a finger down my side, the material making the skin even more sensitive than naked, and my whole body shudders beneath him while a squeal leaves my lips.

I do adore ladies in silk and satin sleepwear.
 
agreed. that was amazing. I especially like the end where your laughter goes into his mouth. I always like that for some reason when you kiss a girl while she is laughing.
 
Thank you all so much for the compliments...it just keeps getting better and better with us. There is not a more perfect combination than a ticklish woman who loves to be tickled and a man who cannot get enough of her laughter and squirming. I will write more, if I have the time!! Been pretty busy lately begging and pleading for release, while I hope it never, ever stops.
 
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