My goodness....
Last weekend was a lot of fun, by the way. The ler side of my ler-leaning switchness is joyous and gloriously satisfied. And I am still riding the high of it a little bit. I close my eyes, and I still see him twisting, turning, and doing whatever he can to stop my fingers. I can still hear his laughter.
I will say, I enjoyed showing him around the city as well. The food was amazing. We even had a bit of time to play some video games.
BUT MY GOODNESS... LOL
I am a switch, and my lee side is suffering. I know that I am suffering from a drought of my own making. I know that I have just not been able to let go; unable to lose control. And I miss it so much. I miss the way being tickled makes me feel like I'm flying and falling- free and utterly helpless. I miss the waves of warmth on my skin as his fingers tease me. I miss feeling as if I will lose my mind if he does not stop. And he doesn't... He won't.
My tickle dreams (like the one I had last night) are vivid, torturous, sensual. His hands, everywhere. His lips nibbling the tips of my toes, goatee brushing the soles of my feet, his eyes are kind- but mischievous, my clothing, like my inhibitions- nonexistent.
And I cannot stand this any longer.
Last weekend was a lot of fun, by the way. The ler side of my ler-leaning switchness is joyous and gloriously satisfied. And I am still riding the high of it a little bit. I close my eyes, and I still see him twisting, turning, and doing whatever he can to stop my fingers. I can still hear his laughter.
I will say, I enjoyed showing him around the city as well. The food was amazing. We even had a bit of time to play some video games.
BUT MY GOODNESS... LOL
I am a switch, and my lee side is suffering. I know that I am suffering from a drought of my own making. I know that I have just not been able to let go; unable to lose control. And I miss it so much. I miss the way being tickled makes me feel like I'm flying and falling- free and utterly helpless. I miss the waves of warmth on my skin as his fingers tease me. I miss feeling as if I will lose my mind if he does not stop. And he doesn't... He won't.
My tickle dreams (like the one I had last night) are vivid, torturous, sensual. His hands, everywhere. His lips nibbling the tips of my toes, goatee brushing the soles of my feet, his eyes are kind- but mischievous, my clothing, like my inhibitions- nonexistent.
And I cannot stand this any longer.
