it was an honor being horny with you all
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it was an honor being horny with you all
Ooo Ra
British guy tells you how incredible you are.
“I think you’re incredible. You are such an amazing human being. I think you must know it, I think you know of that sexiness you’ve got, I think it’s incredible. That old cliché about stopping traffic, you’d not only stop the traffic but you’d melt the road I think, You are that hot. I think you are incredible, really love being with you. If I could be with you everyday I would, you’re fantastic.”
Because sometimes you just need a little word love.
Reblog if you honestly wouldn’t mind being just a TINY bit less ticklish, at least in certain spots.
Sorry did you mean, “if wouldn’t mind being a little more ticklish”?
#FTFY
A moment of getting real here
A moment of getting real here.
My family and I are struggling and I need the sales of my books and stories if I’m going to have any chance of pulling us out of this nosedive. My sales have been growing, and I’d wait it out to watch it grow at its own pace, if I could.
Even if you can’t buy one of the stories, letting your readers know about them can help. If you have bought some of my work, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. If you can review the stories on Amazon and/or Smashwords, that would help even more. Reviewed works get more sales.
Even if you’ve only read the rough drafts of some of my work on my ASSTR site, you can leave reviews on Amazon, you just won’t be marked as a “verified buyer.” It’ll still help and I appreciate it.
Now more than ever, I need the help of my fans. If you’ve enjoyed my work, if what I write makes your life a little more fun, a little more interesting, and a little hotter, then please consider buying some of my work and reviewing it. Even linking to my work and letting other people know how much you love it, can help.
I know I keep my identity secret, so some of you may doubt this is real and I don’t blame you… All I can say is, I wouldn’t be “breaking character” like this if the need weren’t dire… I hope you believe me. I understand if you don’t.
Sorry for the heavy message. I’ll get you guys back to your regularly scheduled smut momentarily.
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Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Broken-Arrow/e/B00TCO2TUE
Smashwords Author Page: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/eroticarrow
ASSTR Blog: http://www.asstr.org/~Broken_Arrow/
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Check out one of my favorite writers on Tumblr, and maybe buy one of his books! He is an amazing author and runs a fantastic blog on Tumblr.
@masterlovehurts
Thank you so much for reblogging.
I know I’m not anywhere near as popular as slut-problems, but I am a fan of masterlovehurts, and I urge my followers to check him out, and help him out if you can.
Every little bit helps. Thank you.
His work tremendous, which is why I reblog so much of it. Buy a book, won’t you?
Thank you to another fan. Support like this is awesome!
Oi, I haven’t posted in ages (mostly just surf now, but if anyone sees this on their dashboard go check out his stuff, I’ve been following for a little while, not 100% sure why, but I always cum back, hopefully you will too. (Little note for master; love your stuff, a little more time and your worries will be gone.)
Thanks for coming out to help, posting, and for the words of encouragement. It all means a lot to me right now.
☝️Y'all need to support this man, his writing is pure gold and to important to lose. Buy a book if you can, leave review if you can’t buy a book.
Thank you to everyone who’s showing support like this!
I honestly love your work so much and the thought of you struggling breaks my heart! I’d buy every single book of yours if I wasn’t drowning in debt as well. I don’t have many followers but hopefully someone will see this!
Thank you for the support :) I hope your readers enjoy my work as well.
If you're getting off to this (and, really, who isn't?) contribute!
HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
the first post ever on tumblr
I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK
WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK
reblog this because it shows up every blue moon
I FOUND IT ✊
I WAS SO SCARED IT WOULDNT BE THE ORIGINAL
Who first posted this?
WE FOUND IT!
Hey, would you look at that! ^^
Oh my stars!
THIS IS B-U-T-FUL!
“Gosh what is going on with me today?”
Kelly paused her jog to take a quick stretch. She was trying to clear her head after being fuzzy all morning.
She paced around and thought to herself. “Why am I feeling such an overwhelming need to be…” Kelly couldn’t even say the word to herself. She could feel the signs all over her body. Her skin was tingling with anticipation.
She wanted…
She wanted…
To be tickled.
Kelly blushed to herself. But how? Where? Who? More importantly, why? No. No. That wasn’t the most important. Definitely the “when” was most important.
Kelly stretched her arms over head. She took a moment to enjoy the cool breeze on her tummy. Suddenly, she felt fingers slide up the sides of her torso and she shrieked and jumped.
“I’m so sorry, miss!” an attractive young man groveled. “I-I know it’s rude and I shouldn’t have done that but...I-I just don’t know what got into me.”
Kelly paused for a moment then smiled at the attractive stranger. “The air.” Kelly said knowingly. “It’s in the air, isn’t it? You feel it too.” Kelly took the man’s hand in her own and placed it back on her tummy.
“It’s okay,” she reassured him. “Please.Tickle me. I want to feel your fingers dancing along my soft sides.”
The man blushed, but wasted no time in digging into his willing prey. In a matter of seconds he placed both hands on Kelly’s sides and began to squeeze. He loved the feel of her vulnerable skin under his hands. With one hand he drug an index finger up and down her sensitive sides. With the other hand he poked her belly and wiggled his finger in her belly button. Kelly’s knees buckled and she lay on her back. She let out a string of giggles and put her hands on his, but didn’t attempt to stop him. She lifted up her shirt right under her heaving breasts as a sign of encouragement.
After seeing all of that vulnerable flesh, the man couldn’t resist starting a coordinated assault on her ribs. He kneeled on the ground, straddling her waist. One, two, three. He poked up both sides of her, counting her ribs. Massaging and poking each in turn. He stopped. Smiled. “Wait, I didn’t count them each individually,” he looked at Kelly with a twinkle in his eye. One on the right. Two on the left. He walked his fingers up her ribs, kneading each as he went. Counting and checking his work many times over. Kelly was a giggling mess.
She couldn’t believe she was on the ground being tickled by a complete stranger. Normally, this would have been mortifying. But today, there was just something in the air. It was possessing both of them. She was having the time of her life.
W-What…
We interrupt your usually scheduled fetish to bring you hilarity.
Great mainstream scene
THAT IS SO CUTE
This is actually goals in more than one way
Workplace Punishment
Well, hello there.
What’s that?
You didn’t expect me to show up to your break room at work? Don’t look so surprised. I told you that if you failed to come when I called there would be consequences.
Yes. You remember that conversation don’t you? Let me just reach into your pocket and take out your phone. Hold on…here it is, right in your texts. “When I tell you to come, it doesn’t matter what you’re doing. The only right answers are ‘yes, Queen,’ ‘yes, ma'am,’ or nothing because you’re on your way to me.”
Is that instruction so difficult? “Still at work” is unacceptable.
So now, here we are. You’re blushing and trying to convince me to leave before anyone sees. I’m well within your personal space running my hands on your chest and undoing your tie.
You know what? I’ll go, but I’m taking this tie with me.
What? You need it for a big, important meeting later? I’m disappointed in you pet, your priorities are all wrong. But, I’ll tell you what. I’ll let you keep your tie.
Come with me. Yes, come with me. There’s a very promising closet over here. I’ll give you your tie back and let you redeem yourself. Don’t worry, no one’s going to hear anything. I truly spoil you, boy.
Lean against the wall and undo your pants. Good, boy. Now let me tie your hands behind your back with your tie. Good.
See? You’re already hard and I can feel your heart racing. You’re going to enjoy this.
When is that meeting? In an hour? Fabulous, we have time to play. I’ve been waiting all day to get that cock in my mouth. I’ve been looking forward to kneeling before you and smelling your scent. I’ve been dreaming of licking the length of your member. Up and down. Side to side. Around the head. Around the shaft. Underneath. On that sensitive little spot. Tasting you gets me so wet.
And I’m so excited to be sucking on you. Taking your dick into my mouth. Opening my throat to get all of you in me. Mmm you taste wonderful, pet. I’m already forgetting why I was so mad at you. It looks like you’re struggling to remember why you declined my generous invitation. Be quiet, unless you want your coworkers to hear. In fact…
Let me pull my panties off from under my skirt and put them in your mouth. Hm? I can’t hear you. Don’t use your words. By the way your dick is twitching I think you enjoy my pussy scented panties in your mouth.
You know the rules. I’m going to slide myself onto your hard, throbbing cock and get myself off. If you cum first, I might just leave you tied in this closet. Oh don’t look so scared, pup. I’m sure you’ll do fine.
It’s hard not to groan as I slide myself onto you. All the excitement has you as thick as you can get. Turns out this will be easier for you than we each thought. I’m already hot and dripping as it is.
Oh, god, you feel so good. I’m so proud of you. Yes, keep thrusting into me. Yes, keep whimpering through my panties. I know you’re straining to hold your load. I know you’re dying to fill me with your hot seed. You're stretching the walls of my pussy with each thrust, filling me completely. I can feel my orgasm getting closer. Just a few more thrusts and a few circles of my fingers on my clit and I'll...
Uhhhh, baby. Yes! I can feel my orgasm ripping through me. It feels so good to have your dick in me while I rub my clit. That was so satisfying for me, my pet. But it looks like you did so well in holding your own orgasm that you haven't cum yet. I really must commend you on a job well done. However, I haven't completely forgiven you for failing to follow my command earlier. I'm leaving you denied.
Let me untie you. There. Now don't you dare finish yourself off. Wait in here until you can get your cock to calm down then get to your meeting. Finish out the day and wait to hear from me. You know I'll know if you disobey. The consequences will be dire.
When I say "come" I expect obedience. Understood?
Tonight is the Night: Chapter 1; Collaboration Nation.
Below is a brand new (hopefully improved, or at least on par with) my previous version of this story (NSFW). I really wanted to do a collaboration with @irontickler a/k/a our past, present and future King, a/k/a Destroyer of (Lees) Worlds, a/k/a cutie patootie pie. I am doing Chapter 1, he is doing Chapter 2. So on and so forth until we give up, leave Tumblr, die or too much Trump happens or something.
Be aware that my style is usually NSFW and my blog is VERY NSFW, but I’ll try and scale back for the collab. Any references to actual blogs or people are purely coincidental.
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For as long as Lisa could remember, she had always liked to be tickled. She couldn’t explain it and she had never explored it, but the curiosity was ever present.
Recently, Lisa began following a man on Tumblr. She was immediately hooked. His blog was devoted to tickling. He was a young, handsome man who described himself as 100% ler. Lisa was overwhelmed with need after reading his posts and listening to his audios. He described ticklish torment perfectly.
She craved more.
One day, she contacted him. “Hi. I’m a big fan of your blog,” she typed to him. She immediately felt pangs of embarrassment and regret. He probably received a thousand messages per day just like this one. He had no reason to pay her any mind. Just another stupid fan girl.
A few moments later, she received a response from him. “Why, thank you, my dear.” Lisa’s stomach fluttered with delight. She tried to play it cool. “No problem. Glad to let you know.” She was lost for words now. How could she capture his attention? She should have planned this out better.
“So, what brings you my way?” He asked. Lisa blushed and was thankful that he couldn’t see it. “I like the thought of being tickled. But, I’ve never really had a dedicated session or anything. I guess I just stumbled upon your blog and loved everything I read” she responded.
“So,” he began, “what you’re telling me is that you’re a ticklish little girl who hasn’t been fortunate enough to explore such a delightful experience.”
Lisa could feel his grin through the computer. “Ahem. Yes, I suppose you’re right” she responded.
“Well” he typed. “Let me describe to you what it would be like to revel in ticklish delight. You seem like an adorable creature. Imagine that we were face to face. Your back is against a wall. Imagine that I grip your wrists firmly but gently in each hand and slowly raise them above your head. You would be so helpless standing there, inches away from me with your arms above your head. I bet you would blush and squirm from the suspense. Then, before I dig in for my fill of ticklish laughter, do you know what I would do to you?”
Lisa gulped. “What?” she typed.
“I would whisper in your ear: ‘aww is this little girl ticklish? Are you going to get tickled? Tell me that you want to get tickled.’ I would rub my facial hair along your neck and face and blow on your ear, making you giggle.”
Lisa realized she was biting her lip now. She was at a loss for words.
“I said, tell me you want to get tickled,” he commanded.
Lisa typed, “Y-Yes, sir. Please tickle me.” She was starting to get goosebumps and shivers from reading his words. It was like he was really there.
“Good girl. I would switch to holding your arms up with my right hand and slowly drag the index finger of my left hand down the sensitive ticklish skin of your forearm and triceps and stop at your underarms. I would gently poke, prod, and stroke your sensitive pits while contemplating out loud ‘hmmm...I wonder how ticklish your arm pits are. They’re so soft and vulnerable. Maybe I should stay here forever.’ Then again I have so much more of your body to explore.”
“I would reluctantly leave your arm pits and let my fingers wiggle, poke, jab, tease and walk their way down your ribs and sides. You know I wouldn’t be able to resist counting your ribs and squeezing your sides.”
“And what do we have here? A ticklish tummy jiggling from all of the laughter? Here it comes, little girl. The tickle monster is hungry and he wants a bite out of you. I’d just have to move this devious piece of cloth that’s covering your belly... ”
Lisa gasped to herself. She could truly imagine the electricity of every touch. Every poke like lightning. Every stroke filled her with an insatiable desire for more and an instinctive desire to make it stop. “Eek! Wait!” She frantically typed. “I see your point. I-I like it a lot.”
“Aww. You made me stop before I could tease that tummy, your adorable belly button, your wonderful hips or your stocking clad legs, feet and toes? Too bad” he teased. “I’ll have to show you what I can really do.”
Don't listen to Angel and his/her always clever book club. Move to America! We would love to have you! Angel, why u ruin this for us?! Aren't things bad enough without this wonderous man avoiding our country?!
I’ll have to breeze on through soon. Maybe a tour?
I’m trying to save this wondrous man from the doom of being here. He’s too good of a person for America.
But but but but but but but but but. . . sigh. You're right. @irontickler hit me up for a tour (just a tour because you gotta gtfo) of...'MERICA
Words to make tickle people blush:
-Tickle -Tummy -Feathers -Ticklish -Hips -Poke -Prod -Blushy -Coochie coo -Wiggle -Stroke -Tease -Nuzzle -Nibble -Raspberry -Squeal -Spidering/Spider -Stubble -Cutie -Tweak
Repost and add to the list!
Toes Soles Scrub Tickle tickle tickle No escape Your trapped Circles
You made it worse haha
Mmmmmh..
-Sweetie -Little one -Ticklish little boy/girl/kitten/etc -Toothbrush -Paintbrush -Pretty much any tickle tool -I’m gonna getcha!
-awww how cyoot! -oooh what’s this?! -you’re done for -uuuuuuh ooooooh -that’s a good girl/boy -squeeze
Yeeeeet, yall are amazing
-Adorable! -Someone blushing? -Pretty! -Smiiile -Boop, booop, booooop -Hehehe~ -Here it comes! -You’re in trouble now.
The k-words for our little friend @shyzone 😏
-Did that tickle? -Do you like it when I tickle you? -How does this feel? -Oh, look how ticklish you are!
Toe wiggles Paint brushes Make up brushes Swirling Soft tickles Hard tickles I’m your tickle master Your my tickle slave No escape Keep still or else
PFFFFF DEAD
Aw SHIT. This is hardcore stuff right here.
A feathered star. Nature's cruel joke on 'Lee's.
Allow me to introduce you to a Mr. Mitt Romney. A haphazard skew of a man, whose political career, much like his wit, is an act of uncomfortable brevity. To his immediate right is a door-to-door salesman, of sorts, whose peddled wares are more than just stowed encyclopedias or finely crafted Tupperware. Mr. Romney is about to learn that legacies aren’t built with the brick and mortar of intentions, but of deeds. Dip your quill and get ready to sign. Your dotted line: The Twilight Zone.
This is a new "always reblog."
The Whore on the Floor- Sadist Seuss
There was once was a whore
Who laid on my floor
“I want more”
“I want more”
Cried the Whore on the Floor
So I smacked
And I cracked
And I wacked
and I racked.
I whipped as I quipped
While she slippity slipped
Over and over I dippity dipped
Her face in the toilet
Drippity dripped
But still….
“I want more”
“I want more”
Cried this Whore on the Floor.
So I gagged her with a ball
And tied her to a wall
Then fucked the floor whore
with a fucking fucksaw
She bucked as it fucked
And squirmed as it burned
She sounded as it pounded
Like she had finally learned
But still…
“I want more”
“I want more”
Cried this Whore on the Floor
More she cried and more indeed
I gave the floor whore more
I made the floor whore bleed
I bled her as I lead her
using a leash to lead
And I strained her as I claimed her
Making this floor whore my steed.
I pulled on her reigns
Made her feel pains
She rasped
And gasped
Rasp
Gasp
Gasp
Rasp
I beat that fucking floor whore
I fucked her whore ass
Made the floor whore choke
Yes I watched as she broke
And THEN!
“NO more”
“NO MORE!”
Cried the broken floor whore
“But tomorrow ….. AGAIN!”
Such a good little whore….
Who lay on my floor….
Always…
Always…
Wanting more….
- I thought this was fucking awesome! I love a good Dr. Suess porn tribute.
I have to share because this is one of the best things I’ve ever read in my life.
Does this look like a young, horny Bob Ross to anyone else?