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Your deepest tickling fantasy....
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I have many many fantasies. One recurring fantasy is that I wake up in a hospital bed in restraints. A few struggles convinces me that escape is hopeless. A tall, thick, and pretty doctor tells me I'm suffering from a type of depression that can only be treated with excessive tickling.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Seventy. I know this will seem like torture, but it's the only way to get your body to generate enough endorphins to combat this depression. If there were another way, I'd spare you, but you're slipping as it is, and we must act fast. Nurse, please begin tickling Mr. Seventy's feet. Be very aggressive about it. I'll take the upper body."
They begin tickling, while monitoring my vitals. After an hour or so of hard tickling, they wrap it up. The doctor tells me she'll be back for another treatment the following day. She mentions to the nurse staff, that if any of them feel up to it, some remedial tickling sessions can only assist in Mr. Seventy's recovery.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Seventy. I know this will seem like torture, but it's the only way to get your body to generate enough endorphins to combat this depression. If there were another way, I'd spare you, but you're slipping as it is, and we must act fast. Nurse, please begin tickling Mr. Seventy's feet. Be very aggressive about it. I'll take the upper body."
They begin tickling, while monitoring my vitals. After an hour or so of hard tickling, they wrap it up. The doctor tells me she'll be back for another treatment the following day. She mentions to the nurse staff, that if any of them feel up to it, some remedial tickling sessions can only assist in Mr. Seventy's recovery.
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i have alot of things i wanna try ,, so i guess i have many fantasies lol...girl tied down to bed (tied however im in the mood to tie her) tickling/foreplay then make love while i slowly kiss and tickle her till we are done........ thats the nicest one ,,,,
i have alot of things i wanna try ,, so i guess i have many fantasies lol...girl tied down to bed (tied however im in the mood to tie her) tickling/foreplay then make love while i slowly kiss and tickle her till we are done........ thats the nicest one ,,,,
gonna have fun with this one ...
I am Ler ... feel my feather's ... !! (and other things 🙂)
the setting would be similar to the Dungeon Masters ... the X frame, but maybe less ... institutional/industrial(?) ... a little cozier perhaps. It is me, the "Lee" strapped down to the X frame, and 4 "lovely assistants". I'm spending most of my time on her feet, but performing a more erotic form of tickling there, along with some foot worship(?) ... in a fashion that would extract a more sensual, girlish, giggling, cooing and moaning, ...whilst my "lovely assistants" are at other body parts, performing the same sort of erotic tickling ... and other things 🙂 .... then we sort of rotate around for awhile ..... then ..... (XXX-censored) ... !!!
the next evening, one of the "lovely assistants" gets to become the "Lee", and the "Lee" from the previous evening gets to become a "lovely assistant" ..!! (do you see where I am going with this?)
to make it short, by the end of the 5th evening .... I need a couple of days off ... 😀
I am Ler ... feel my feather's ... !! (and other things 🙂)
the setting would be similar to the Dungeon Masters ... the X frame, but maybe less ... institutional/industrial(?) ... a little cozier perhaps. It is me, the "Lee" strapped down to the X frame, and 4 "lovely assistants". I'm spending most of my time on her feet, but performing a more erotic form of tickling there, along with some foot worship(?) ... in a fashion that would extract a more sensual, girlish, giggling, cooing and moaning, ...whilst my "lovely assistants" are at other body parts, performing the same sort of erotic tickling ... and other things 🙂 .... then we sort of rotate around for awhile ..... then ..... (XXX-censored) ... !!!
the next evening, one of the "lovely assistants" gets to become the "Lee", and the "Lee" from the previous evening gets to become a "lovely assistant" ..!! (do you see where I am going with this?)
to make it short, by the end of the 5th evening .... I need a couple of days off ... 😀
YEAH!!! You told me that one on the phone! It's a good one! I am glad you put it on the forum, maybe someone will write a story about it?ticklejen said:My deepest tickling fantasy is where I am the lee and my b/f is the ler. In my fantasy, I am a cheerleader in college and it's my senior year. He's also a senior. I am at a home game for our school and our team has won. My b/f is very happy and after the game he says to me that since we have been going out for a month, he wants to have sex with me but he wants to tickle torture me first as a kind of foreplay. I agree to this and go back with him. When we get there he first asks me to sit in a chair, he ties me up and then calls a few of his friends, both males and females to help tickle torture me. I am still wearing my cheerleading outfit.
They come and help him tickle me for a couple of hours while I laugh hysterically. They me everywhere and get all my most tickle hot spots like my armpits, tummy, ribs, inner thighs and feet. They do give me a few breaks occassionally. After being in the chair for a few hours, he decides that he wants me to lay down on the floor on my back and hold my arms above my head while another guy puts his arm around my ankles and I get tickled like that for more hours than when I was in the chair, I'd be laughing, screaming, squeaking, bucking up and down etc... but I am loving it! I am still wearing my cheerleading outfit and he's also giving me rasberries on my tummy. This happens for a long while and then they stop. Afterwards after I rest for a while, I am still turned on by being tickle tortured that we have sex. After that tickle torture experience, sex was great!
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This is actually a harder question than it appears at first. I've been fortunate enough to have fulfilled many of the things I wanted to do, and have been blessed with the companionship of some very adventurous women in my life so far. Through creative role-palying, I've been able to explore interrogation fantiasies, kidnap scenarios, creative costuming and one particularly interesting evening that started out as a "drug-deal-gone-bad" scene and ended up as a sexual marathon that I don't even know if i have the proper words for.
However, there is a fantasy I could share with you. Keep in mind that this is a fantasy, and I have no mysogynistic tendencies. (Who knows, perhaps I'll meet some nice young lady on the TMF who'd like to role-play it someday....)
The most important part of this fantasy is the bondage itself. She is on her knees on a low platform or table. Her feet hang over the edge with straps fastening her ankles to the platform, and additional straps over her upper calves. There is a padded, horizontal bar suspended from the ceiling by a crank-chain. Her arms are above her head with her elbows bent over the suspended bar. With her hands now pointed downward, her wrists are fastened with thick straps and her elbows are cinched together as much as they can be brought together. The crank-chain pulls the bar up as high as it can go. A bit of ropework runs from her bound wrists, around her chest and in a "slingshot" around her breasts. Not tighly, of course, just enough to accentuate them and add to the helplessnes. A ball-gag completes her immobility, and she wears nothing but a thong. (I'm a guy...sue me.
)
Now, knowing the way I am as a writer, I'm going to make this a 5,500 word short story if I let myself go here, so I'll give you the basics. I envision myself as a merciless tormentor given this girl as a "project" of sorts. In my fantasy, she was sent to me for punishment. There is no information to extract, no begging to be desired and no release planned until my work is done. I start out with a lot of verbal taunting...telling her why she is here, re-inforcing her helplessness and forcing her to think of every part of her body and exactly how it feels. I slowly let her realize that she is going to be tickled.
I spend the first of a very long time with unbearably light and annoying tickles that barely touch the flesh. I draw out the torture with finger-tip attachments that form long ponts. (Yes, I actually have a set of these). From her lashed elbows to the soft skin under her arms, I slowly trace a path of sensory destruction. Her entire body receives these effective but never-hard tickles from her nipples to her sides to her lower belly to her thighs. For her, time slows as these teasingly light yet effective touches drive her hysterical. I could spend hours describing how drawn out the foot tickling would be, but I'd never finish this...
At this point, I bring in another of my fetishes...forced orgasms. In her posistion, I use a ball-headed vibrator that fastens in a convenient notch in the platform. (It's a fantasy, remember? Convenient notches are all over the place! In real life, holding it will do...) After the first orgasm, I ask her if she's ready for it to be removed. Of course, she shakes her head yes. After the second brings desperate squeals from her, and the third sets her screaming into the gag...I turn off the vibrator and remove her gag. I tell her that there is only one way to make the vibrator go away. I turn it on again and listen to her beg me to tell her how. I get close to her ear and tell her to beg for more tickling. Hard tickling. I let another orgasm force its way out of her body and guide her along to say the things I want to hear...asking her why I should tickle her and what I'll get out of it. Mental-domination shit.
Once I'm happy that she's made the right decision, I give her a moment to breath and replace the gag, removing the vibrator. I start on her midriff, my favorite spot. I find the "sweet-spot" on her strethced bell just above the hipbones and place a single finger on each side, making small circles that press into the flesh. I tickle her faster and faster until she is moaning with laughter.
After that, it's pretty much the tickle-session from hell as I explore every part of her body and utilize every method at my disposal. Of course, the gag comes off after awhile for a few rounds of "It'll Stop tickling Here, If You Beg Me To Tickle You There".
Ok, now I need a cigarette.
However, there is a fantasy I could share with you. Keep in mind that this is a fantasy, and I have no mysogynistic tendencies. (Who knows, perhaps I'll meet some nice young lady on the TMF who'd like to role-play it someday....)
The most important part of this fantasy is the bondage itself. She is on her knees on a low platform or table. Her feet hang over the edge with straps fastening her ankles to the platform, and additional straps over her upper calves. There is a padded, horizontal bar suspended from the ceiling by a crank-chain. Her arms are above her head with her elbows bent over the suspended bar. With her hands now pointed downward, her wrists are fastened with thick straps and her elbows are cinched together as much as they can be brought together. The crank-chain pulls the bar up as high as it can go. A bit of ropework runs from her bound wrists, around her chest and in a "slingshot" around her breasts. Not tighly, of course, just enough to accentuate them and add to the helplessnes. A ball-gag completes her immobility, and she wears nothing but a thong. (I'm a guy...sue me.
)Now, knowing the way I am as a writer, I'm going to make this a 5,500 word short story if I let myself go here, so I'll give you the basics. I envision myself as a merciless tormentor given this girl as a "project" of sorts. In my fantasy, she was sent to me for punishment. There is no information to extract, no begging to be desired and no release planned until my work is done. I start out with a lot of verbal taunting...telling her why she is here, re-inforcing her helplessness and forcing her to think of every part of her body and exactly how it feels. I slowly let her realize that she is going to be tickled.
I spend the first of a very long time with unbearably light and annoying tickles that barely touch the flesh. I draw out the torture with finger-tip attachments that form long ponts. (Yes, I actually have a set of these). From her lashed elbows to the soft skin under her arms, I slowly trace a path of sensory destruction. Her entire body receives these effective but never-hard tickles from her nipples to her sides to her lower belly to her thighs. For her, time slows as these teasingly light yet effective touches drive her hysterical. I could spend hours describing how drawn out the foot tickling would be, but I'd never finish this...
At this point, I bring in another of my fetishes...forced orgasms. In her posistion, I use a ball-headed vibrator that fastens in a convenient notch in the platform. (It's a fantasy, remember? Convenient notches are all over the place! In real life, holding it will do...) After the first orgasm, I ask her if she's ready for it to be removed. Of course, she shakes her head yes. After the second brings desperate squeals from her, and the third sets her screaming into the gag...I turn off the vibrator and remove her gag. I tell her that there is only one way to make the vibrator go away. I turn it on again and listen to her beg me to tell her how. I get close to her ear and tell her to beg for more tickling. Hard tickling. I let another orgasm force its way out of her body and guide her along to say the things I want to hear...asking her why I should tickle her and what I'll get out of it. Mental-domination shit.
Once I'm happy that she's made the right decision, I give her a moment to breath and replace the gag, removing the vibrator. I start on her midriff, my favorite spot. I find the "sweet-spot" on her strethced bell just above the hipbones and place a single finger on each side, making small circles that press into the flesh. I tickle her faster and faster until she is moaning with laughter.
After that, it's pretty much the tickle-session from hell as I explore every part of her body and utilize every method at my disposal. Of course, the gag comes off after awhile for a few rounds of "It'll Stop tickling Here, If You Beg Me To Tickle You There".
Ok, now I need a cigarette.
One of mine involves a bunch of scientist/doctor types, mostly male, taking in a group of 'lees' and performing various experiments on them. Nothing like Frankenstein or anything horrifying like that, experiments like; how long can a 'lee' go, what kind of strain is put on the body, what instruments seem to be the ones they are most sensitive too. Things like that. No I don't have any specific people in mind. The 'lees' are all females that are half dressed/or not dressed depending on the experiment.
I would want to be one of the 'doctors', of course.
I would want to be one of the 'doctors', of course.
(I'm cheating because I posted this before, but thought it would be worth dredging up again)
Basically the scenario runs like this. I meet a beautiful woman (actually a particular BBC News 24 presenter features heavily in this) whom I eventually confess to, that I would love to tickle her feet. Rather than being shocked she somewhat saucily invites me to do it there and then, in her office. Just when I think all my Christmasse's have come at once, she points out however that if I want to tickle her feet I will have to be completely naked whilst doing it. I make an attempt to invite her to undress as well, but she points out that she has no intention of doing so, and that I can take it or leave it. I try to say jokingly: "Oh like you're Queen Cleopatra and I am some sort of slave", only to have her point out that this is exactly what she has in mind.
Now whilst I am not too embarrased about undressing for her in this situation (after all she is about to let me Tickle her feet) I am very concerned that there are other people working in a reasonable proximity outside her office. What increases the tension is that once I begin Tickling her feet, her hysterical laughter is not only teasing me to death, but can be heard several blocks away. Yet in all this she dosen't attempt to withdraw her feet, not only because she loves the sensation, but can also see the devastating effect her laughter is having on me. In essence she may be the one being tickled, yet she is also the real dominant tormentor in this scenario.
So overcome by the eroticism of the moment, and her hysteria, I eventually have to stop, by which point I am physically shaking. Yet at that moment my worst nightmare happens as two of her secretaries burst through the door (investigating the noise), making my vulnerability and embarrasment at my own naked condition all too apparent. I try to mumble an explanation as they both giggle at the scene presented to them. Yet my wicked Lee suddenly states that I blackmailed her into doing this, and that they must help her tickle me now in order to get even. I try to grab my clothes before making it to the door, but three pairs of hands tickle me to the floor, as the strength falls from my body, and an afternoon of merciless torment begins.
Basically the scenario runs like this. I meet a beautiful woman (actually a particular BBC News 24 presenter features heavily in this) whom I eventually confess to, that I would love to tickle her feet. Rather than being shocked she somewhat saucily invites me to do it there and then, in her office. Just when I think all my Christmasse's have come at once, she points out however that if I want to tickle her feet I will have to be completely naked whilst doing it. I make an attempt to invite her to undress as well, but she points out that she has no intention of doing so, and that I can take it or leave it. I try to say jokingly: "Oh like you're Queen Cleopatra and I am some sort of slave", only to have her point out that this is exactly what she has in mind.
Now whilst I am not too embarrased about undressing for her in this situation (after all she is about to let me Tickle her feet) I am very concerned that there are other people working in a reasonable proximity outside her office. What increases the tension is that once I begin Tickling her feet, her hysterical laughter is not only teasing me to death, but can be heard several blocks away. Yet in all this she dosen't attempt to withdraw her feet, not only because she loves the sensation, but can also see the devastating effect her laughter is having on me. In essence she may be the one being tickled, yet she is also the real dominant tormentor in this scenario.
So overcome by the eroticism of the moment, and her hysteria, I eventually have to stop, by which point I am physically shaking. Yet at that moment my worst nightmare happens as two of her secretaries burst through the door (investigating the noise), making my vulnerability and embarrasment at my own naked condition all too apparent. I try to mumble an explanation as they both giggle at the scene presented to them. Yet my wicked Lee suddenly states that I blackmailed her into doing this, and that they must help her tickle me now in order to get even. I try to grab my clothes before making it to the door, but three pairs of hands tickle me to the floor, as the strength falls from my body, and an afternoon of merciless torment begins.
Dave2112 said:This is actually a harder question than it appears at first. I've been fortunate enough to have fulfilled many of the things I wanted to do, and have been blessed with the companionship of some very adventurous women in my life so far. Through creative role-palying, I've been able to explore interrogation fantiasies, kidnap scenarios, creative costuming and one particularly interesting evening that started out as a "drug-deal-gone-bad" scene and ended up as a sexual marathon that I don't even know if i have the proper words for.
However, there is a fantasy I could share with you. Keep in mind that this is a fantasy, and I have no mysogynistic tendencies. (Who knows, perhaps I'll meet some nice young lady on the TMF who'd like to role-play it someday....)
The most important part of this fantasy is the bondage itself. She is on her knees on a low platform or table. Her feet hang over the edge with straps fastening her ankles to the platform, and additional straps over her upper calves. There is a padded, horizontal bar suspended from the ceiling by a crank-chain. Her arms are above her head with her elbows bent over the suspended bar. With her hands now pointed downward, her wrists are fastened with thick straps and her elbows are cinched together as much as they can be brought together. The crank-chain pulls the bar up as high as it can go. A bit of ropework runs from her bound wrists, around her chest and in a "slingshot" around her breasts. Not tighly, of course, just enough to accentuate them and add to the helplessnes. A ball-gag completes her immobility, and she wears nothing but a thong. (I'm a guy...sue me.
Now, knowing the way I am as a writer, I'm going to make this a 5,500 word short story if I let myself go here, so I'll give you the basics. I envision myself as a merciless tormentor given this girl as a "project" of sorts. In my fantasy, she was sent to me for punishment. There is no information to extract, no begging to be desired and no release planned until my work is done. I start out with a lot of verbal taunting...telling her why she is here, re-inforcing her helplessness and forcing her to think of every part of her body and exactly how it feels. I slowly let her realize that she is going to be tickled.
I spend the first of a very long time with unbearably light and annoying tickles that barely touch the flesh. I draw out the torture with finger-tip attachments that form long ponts. (Yes, I actually have a set of these). From her lashed elbows to the soft skin under her arms, I slowly trace a path of sensory destruction. Her entire body receives these effective but never-hard tickles from her nipples to her sides to her lower belly to her thighs. For her, time slows as these teasingly light yet effective touches drive her hysterical. I could spend hours describing how drawn out the foot tickling would be, but I'd never finish this...
At this point, I bring in another of my fetishes...forced orgasms. In her posistion, I use a ball-headed vibrator that fastens in a convenient notch in the platform. (It's a fantasy, remember? Convenient notches are all over the place! In real life, holding it will do...) After the first orgasm, I ask her if she's ready for it to be removed. Of course, she shakes her head yes. After the second brings desperate squeals from her, and the third sets her screaming into the gag...I turn off the vibrator and remove her gag. I tell her that there is only one way to make the vibrator go away. I turn it on again and listen to her beg me to tell her how. I get close to her ear and tell her to beg for more tickling. Hard tickling. I let another orgasm force its way out of her body and guide her along to say the things I want to hear...asking her why I should tickle her and what I'll get out of it. Mental-domination shit.
Once I'm happy that she's made the right decision, I give her a moment to breath and replace the gag, removing the vibrator. I start on her midriff, my favorite spot. I find the "sweet-spot" on her strethced bell just above the hipbones and place a single finger on each side, making small circles that press into the flesh. I tickle her faster and faster until she is moaning with laughter.
After that, it's pretty much the tickle-session from hell as I explore every part of her body and utilize every method at my disposal. Of course, the gag comes off after awhile for a few rounds of "It'll Stop tickling Here, If You Beg Me To Tickle You There".
Ok, now I need a cigarette.
See, I started reading this mid-hot pocket which wasn't smart because my mouth dropped open and my hand got stuck in mid-air and hot pocket guts fell all over me.
That should have came with a warning label.
I think I splidged myself.
Gr.
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Happy to oblidge!
Someday I'll tell you guys the one about the cute hitchhiker, seven rolls of duct tape and three bottles of baby oil...
...oh, and the five vibrators, bondage pole, ten banjo picks and I think there's a Ladybug in there somewhere....
😎
Someday I'll tell you guys the one about the cute hitchhiker, seven rolls of duct tape and three bottles of baby oil...
...oh, and the five vibrators, bondage pole, ten banjo picks and I think there's a Ladybug in there somewhere....
😎
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Maybe it will happen in'06...
For this scene, we need a man ( me, an extremely ticklish and excitable 'lee/'ler) and an extremely ticklish & excitable woman who has long soft hair flowing down her back who wants to see just how long it will take & how many times I can be tickled into orgasmic hysterics with her collection of furs, feathers,and her sensual long hair trailing over my quivering pulsating ticklish places...I am restrained to keep me from touching her or myself, I am at her sensual mercy...will she or won't she use what I'm begging for...
The 2nd part of the story has the roles switched...
For this scene, we need a man ( me, an extremely ticklish and excitable 'lee/'ler) and an extremely ticklish & excitable woman who has long soft hair flowing down her back who wants to see just how long it will take & how many times I can be tickled into orgasmic hysterics with her collection of furs, feathers,and her sensual long hair trailing over my quivering pulsating ticklish places...I am restrained to keep me from touching her or myself, I am at her sensual mercy...will she or won't she use what I'm begging for...
The 2nd part of the story has the roles switched...
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Dave2112 said:This is actually a harder question than it appears at first. I've been fortunate enough to have fulfilled many of the things I wanted to do, and have been blessed with the companionship of some very adventurous women in my life so far. Through creative role-palying, I've been able to explore interrogation fantiasies, kidnap scenarios, creative costuming and one particularly interesting evening that started out as a "drug-deal-gone-bad" scene and ended up as a sexual marathon that I don't even know if i have the proper words for.
However, there is a fantasy I could share with you. Keep in mind that this is a fantasy, and I have no mysogynistic tendencies. (Who knows, perhaps I'll meet some nice young lady on the TMF who'd like to role-play it someday....)
The most important part of this fantasy is the bondage itself. She is on her knees on a low platform or table. Her feet hang over the edge with straps fastening her ankles to the platform, and additional straps over her upper calves. There is a padded, horizontal bar suspended from the ceiling by a crank-chain. Her arms are above her head with her elbows bent over the suspended bar. With her hands now pointed downward, her wrists are fastened with thick straps and her elbows are cinched together as much as they can be brought together. The crank-chain pulls the bar up as high as it can go. A bit of ropework runs from her bound wrists, around her chest and in a "slingshot" around her breasts. Not tighly, of course, just enough to accentuate them and add to the helplessnes. A ball-gag completes her immobility, and she wears nothing but a thong. (I'm a guy...sue me.
Now, knowing the way I am as a writer, I'm going to make this a 5,500 word short story if I let myself go here, so I'll give you the basics. I envision myself as a merciless tormentor given this girl as a "project" of sorts. In my fantasy, she was sent to me for punishment. There is no information to extract, no begging to be desired and no release planned until my work is done. I start out with a lot of verbal taunting...telling her why she is here, re-inforcing her helplessness and forcing her to think of every part of her body and exactly how it feels. I slowly let her realize that she is going to be tickled.
I spend the first of a very long time with unbearably light and annoying tickles that barely touch the flesh. I draw out the torture with finger-tip attachments that form long ponts. (Yes, I actually have a set of these). From her lashed elbows to the soft skin under her arms, I slowly trace a path of sensory destruction. Her entire body receives these effective but never-hard tickles from her nipples to her sides to her lower belly to her thighs. For her, time slows as these teasingly light yet effective touches drive her hysterical. I could spend hours describing how drawn out the foot tickling would be, but I'd never finish this...
At this point, I bring in another of my fetishes...forced orgasms. In her posistion, I use a ball-headed vibrator that fastens in a convenient notch in the platform. (It's a fantasy, remember? Convenient notches are all over the place! In real life, holding it will do...) After the first orgasm, I ask her if she's ready for it to be removed. Of course, she shakes her head yes. After the second brings desperate squeals from her, and the third sets her screaming into the gag...I turn off the vibrator and remove her gag. I tell her that there is only one way to make the vibrator go away. I turn it on again and listen to her beg me to tell her how. I get close to her ear and tell her to beg for more tickling. Hard tickling. I let another orgasm force its way out of her body and guide her along to say the things I want to hear...asking her why I should tickle her and what I'll get out of it. Mental-domination shit.
Once I'm happy that she's made the right decision, I give her a moment to breath and replace the gag, removing the vibrator. I start on her midriff, my favorite spot. I find the "sweet-spot" on her strethced bell just above the hipbones and place a single finger on each side, making small circles that press into the flesh. I tickle her faster and faster until she is moaning with laughter.
After that, it's pretty much the tickle-session from hell as I explore every part of her body and utilize every method at my disposal. Of course, the gag comes off after awhile for a few rounds of "It'll Stop tickling Here, If You Beg Me To Tickle You There".
Ok, now I need a cigarette.
Interesting fantasy, Dave. Looks like I need to read some of your stories. I would post a fantasy but, it really would turn into a story and probably one longer than I care to type out at this time.
ticklishgiggle said:
You were caught off guard by that? Hmmm...
Dave2112 said:Happy to oblidge!
Someday I'll tell you guys the one about the cute hitchhiker, seven rolls of duct tape and three bottles of baby oil...
...oh, and the five vibrators, bondage pole, ten banjo picks and I think there's a Ladybug in there somewhere....
😎
DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE...
Show me how!
/40 Year Old Virgin
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Never one to shy away from resurrecting ancint threads....
So here goes, out with it. With myself as a 'ler, I'm all over the map so I'll get back on my one particular fantasy in that respect;
but.... for an example of the masochistic places to which my mind goes...
my fantasy as a 'lee would be to be tied immobile and tickled (quite possibly to death or near it) by one or two domina lesbians who happen to have little or no regard for the suffering of men. It would not be done for my pleasure, of course even though i would be thoroughly enjoying it- I would exist only to be tickled by this woman who cares nothing else for me, and if i slip over the edge so be it!
So here goes, out with it. With myself as a 'ler, I'm all over the map so I'll get back on my one particular fantasy in that respect;but.... for an example of the masochistic places to which my mind goes...
my fantasy as a 'lee would be to be tied immobile and tickled (quite possibly to death or near it) by one or two domina lesbians who happen to have little or no regard for the suffering of men. It would not be done for my pleasure, of course even though i would be thoroughly enjoying it- I would exist only to be tickled by this woman who cares nothing else for me, and if i slip over the edge so be it!
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I should mention that this 'ler in particular happens to not be ticklish
Knox The Hatter
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This whole place is a fantasy.
TklDuo-Ann
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Come now! You've resurrected older than this! lol Funny. I think mine would be a bit different today...though not something I'd necessarily want to post.
barefeetarebest
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I know! How do I do that?
Additionally, I understand many people's need for privacy when it comes to sharing vs. not sharing things like this but I look at it like this: If it is shared, the possibility of actually experiencing said fantasy grows that much more, if the idea strikes somebody as something they might like to do... just a thought.
