I'm very new here so I really don't know what to put as an introduction. Was always curious what the community on Tumblr was like, so I decided (more like persuaded/forced >.>) to make an account.
a lilā bit about me:
- I love cats <333 I have two fur babies who I would literally die for ā¤ļø
- I love tickles (obv)
- I crave lers who work hard for my giggles š¤
- I love the color pink šø
- I love puzzles and Sudoku
I don't mind chatting with people, but if you choose to dm me, please keep in mind:
1. I'm not really looking for sessions right now. I've had quite a few over the last little bit and I'm a little tired out ><
2. Iām only a lee >< sorry
3. Ask me about my cats if you want somewhere to start where Iām comfy :3
4. Please do not interact with me if you are a minor
with all that being said, feel free to say hi if you wanna be frens :3
Lilly pulled the brush through her long brown locks as she held the hairdryer on it. When she finished, it was sleek and smooth. Her excitement built as she stared into the bathroom mirror and finished her makeup. Without the whooshing sound of the dryer, she could hear her husbandās foot tapping the living room floor.
Joel must be full of nervous energy too, she thought. First dates always gave her the jitters. The last time theyād tried to do something like this, it hadnāt gone very well. She hoped it was just because theyād chosen the wrong kind of woman. Bringing a third person into a relationship was a delicate process.
A connection between two people was rare enough. And it was hard to maintain. Trying to form a lasting bond between three people was especially challenging. The women theyād met with before didnāt fit into their dynamic.
The last one had only been interested in the sexual aspect of the relationship. Sheād seemed to want to compete with her for Joelās attention rather than connecting with them both. The one before that had fallen head over feet for Lilly, but sheād practically ignored her husband.
Amber will be different, she told herself. Lilly knew her from work. She was sweet and helpful, and she seemed to be attracted to both men and women equally. Lilly had heard about the womanās foray into online dating. Amber had gone out with just as many women as she had men, but none of the dates had gone particularly well.
In turn, Lilly told her about the problems she and Joel had been facing trying to form a throuple. They just hadnāt found anyone that was the right fit. Amber had been the one to suggest the date.
Lilly was eager to accept right away. The blond was bubbly, short, and cute with large breasts. More importantly, she was kindhearted and laughed easily. Lilly had fantasized about what it might sound like when she was tickled. Sheād even given her a few pokes here and there, to great effect.
Still, she knew she needed to talk to Joel before agreeing to anything. He might not like the idea of her working with someone they were both planning to date. It might throw things off balance for the two of them as a couple. She wouldnāt do anything to jeopardize their marriage. Thankfully, they had been solid for years.
She wasnāt surprised that Joel was on board with the idea. Heād met her once at a work picnic and he thought she seemed nice. He also liked the idea of her having some emotional support at work. The idea of them slipping off together for some midday shenanigans appealed to him as well. Ā
The next day, Lilly talked to Amber and set up the date for the following weekend. They flirted heavily for the week leading up to it, and Amber seemed to dress more provocatively each day. The low-cut shirt sheād worn on casual Friday was almost scandalous.
Now that the day had arrived, Lilly was buzzing.
The doorbell rang and Joel stopped tapping his foot.
āIāll get it,ā Lilly announced, hurrying out of the bathroom and into the living room.
Joel was standing in front of the couch. āYou look beautiful, darling,ā he said.
āThanks, babe.ā Lilly got on her tiptoes and gently kissed his cheek. She didnāt want to muss up her lipstick or stain him in dark crimson. He stayed in place as she walked to the front door and opened it up.
Amber smiled from the porch. Her dark blond hair had been curled into ringlets, and she wore a babydoll dress with a flared skirt. It was tight around her full breasts and showed off far more cleavage than Lilly was ever privileged to at the office.
āWelcome,ā she said, standing aside and gesturing for her to enter.
White stockings hid beneath her dress, and her monochrome Mary Jane shoes clacked as she stepped into the house.
Joel greeted her kindly, and the three of them exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes. Then he excused himself to go finish up dinner. Lilly offered to give her a tour of the house and they headed downstairs.
She showed her the basement living room area and the library, but she purposely left out the small room hidden behind one of the shelves. She didnāt want to chance frightening her off too soon, but Lilly had a feeling sheād be open to their kink.
Sheād dropped enough clues that Amber had to know about it by now. The woman had been taking off her shoes around the office for weeks. Anytime she caught Lilly staring, sheād shoot her a furtive glance. The woman even requested foot rubs occasionally, and Lilly always threw in a few tickles here and there. Amber would giggle into her hands and squirm, but she wouldnāt yank her feet away.
After they finished walking through the main floor, Lilly took her upstairs. She showed her the master bedroom, office, and the guest bedroom with its own full bathroom.
āThat could be your room, if you play your cards right,ā she said lightheartedly.
āYou know Iām good at poker,ā Amber quipped without missing a beat.
Lilly chortled. āYeah, youād fit in well with us. Youāve always got a clever comeback. Joel is going to enjoy your wit even more than I do.ā
They smiled at each other, and Lilly felt an abrupt rush of attraction. She suddenly felt the urge to lean forward and kiss her. That was sometimes a point of contention in throuples. Who got the first kiss? She knew her husband wouldnāt mind if she took it, but he might prefer to be around to see it.
āDinner is ready,ā Joel announced from below. His voice broke the charged tension, and the two of them went back down to the main floor.
Lilly led her to the kitchen where a trio of blue and white place settings were arranged at the head of their rectangular table. Once they sat down across from each other, Joel poured her a large glass of her favorite Prosecco. Then he offered Amber a choice of red or white wine.
She picked the red, and after pouring it for her, he emptied the bottle into his own glass.
āIāll have to crack open another one after dinner,ā Joel said, tossing the bottle into the recycling bin. After that, he served them each a heaping scoop of bacon carbonara. They helped themselves to the colorful salad Lilly had made, then chatted while they ate.
Amber exclaimed over the quality of the pasta and praised his cooking skills. She thanked both of them for having her over and taking the time to make dinner.
The three of them had a few drinks while they got to know her better. She asked excellent questions and was a good listener as well. They all laughed at each otherās jokes, and Amber played well into their dynamic. By the end of the meal, Lilly thought theyād really hit it off.
Now the only question is, can she handle our tickle fetish? Lilly wondered. She wanted to find out tonight. There was little point in moving forward with this if she wasnāt equipped for their bedroom shenanigans. More like basement shenanigans, she quipped inwardly. Lilly pictured her stretched out on their rack downstairs and felt a blush creep onto her cheeks.
They moved to the living room and brought their drinks along with them. Joel took his usual spot in the recliner while she and Amber sat down together on the long microfiber couch. When the blond crossed her legs, Lilly spotted a little black bow on the top of her thigh-high stocking. She poked her thigh just above it and smiled.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
āThese stockings are so cute,ā she complimented, running her forefinger from her knee up to the bow.
āThank you,ā Amber said, squirming as she tittered with raspy laughter. āCareful! Iām ticklish there.ā
āOh, really?ā she asked, glancing at Joel. āOn your legs?ā
A blush had already crept onto his cheeks. They shared a knowing look.
āYeah,ā Amber replied. āMoreso my thighs. Honestly though, Iām incredibly ticklish everywhere. You know this, Lilly. Remember how giggly I get when you rub my feet at work?ā
āI think I recall,ā Lilly said with a hint of sarcasm.
āWell, if you even touch my inner thighs, Iāll totally lose it. Other spots too. My sisters used to absolutely wreck me, and I was too small to do anything about it.ā
Joelās face burned even hotter, and Lilly felt a flash of lust herself. She cleared her throat. āYouāre still pretty small,ā she teased, grasping her knee and giving it a squeeze.
āEeeheeehee!ā Amber cackled like a witch as she toppled over on the couch. Then she pulled her knees up to her chest protectively.
āYou canāt get away that easily,ā Lilly said playfully. She wriggled her fingers at her threateningly, then pounced. Amber wobbled to and fro like a roly-poly as Lilly poked every spot she could get her fingers on. Her sides and outer thighs were the best targets. They made her squeal and she couldnāt protect them both at once. āYou are ticklish everywhere, arenāt you?ā
āYES! Gaaaahaahaaa! Gosh darn it! Eeeeeheehee!ā
Lilly leapt between her right side and thigh while she tossed and turned. The skirt of her dress hiked up so much that it exposed her bright blue panties. They were covered in black cat faces and revealed a bit of her round cheeks. Anytime she twisted enough to show off her tan rump, Lilly couldnāt help tossing in a few tushie squeezes.
āYou have such a cute little booty,ā she teased, giving it a little smack.
āNoooo, I donāt! Itās too big,ā she squabbled, covering it with one hand. But she didnāt roll back over to hide it away.
āNah. Itās bubbly and sexy, just like you.ā
āIt isnāt! And itās not as nice as yours. Your heinie is perfect.ā
Lilly smiled at the compliment. āAwe, youāre such a sweetheart.ā She skimmed her black matte nails just below the edge of her undies. It surprised her when Amber didnāt squirm away. She remained on her side hugging her knees and accepted the tushie tickles. Her feet bobbled so much that her right shoe began to slip off. Lilly helped it along by burrowing her fingers into the cleft under her butt cheeks and scouring it.
Amber rattled with laughter, and her Mary Jane popped off, clunking onto the floor. Thatās when Joel moved to join them on the couch. He sat on Lillyās opposite side and watched as she tickle-attacked the girlās foot. It wagged evasively.
āUh-oh, you seem to have lost your shoe.ā Lilly drew a spiral on her right heel.
āOhhhhooooeeeee! I told you my feet are wildly ticklish.ā
āOh, thatās right. I forgot,ā she replied sarcastically, making her nail spiral inward. Then she used the tip to glide up the center of her sole.
āWhy are yoooooohohoou still t-tickling my foooooooot! Whyyyyy?ā
āOh, we love ticklish feet in this house. Donāt we, Joel?ā
āMm-hmm,ā he affirmed. āEspecially incredibly ticklish feet.ā
āOh dear! Eeeeheehee! You do?ā Shaking her foot to escape the tickles.
Lilly gripped the top of her foot with her free hand and held it steady. Then she set all her nails just under her toes and glided slowly down her sole. āDefinitely. We just love the sound of ticklish laughter. We canāt get enough of it.ā
Amber tittered. āWell, thaaahahaha thatās g-good beeeehehehe! Because youāre gonna g-get a lot of that if you keep tickling meeeeheheheee. Oh goodness!ā Her right foot couldnāt move, so her left foot began to wobble. She shook it so hard that she kicked off her other shoe. Her left foot quickly came over to try and protect the one getting tickled.
āDonāt worry. Weāll tease out every bit of laughter you have.ā Lilly seized her left ankle and tugged it closer. āHere babe, hold this for me,ā she said, handing Amberās foot to him.
āSure thing, sweetheart.ā He took hold of it gleefully. Then he stroked her socked foot with his forefinger.
Lilly went back to scribbling her right sole and there wasnāt much she could do besides giggle. Eventually, she rolled onto her knees and tried to squirm away across the sofa.
Ā āOh no you donāt. Get back here.ā Joel took hold of her ankles and pulled her feet toward him. Her legs uncurled, stretching across Lillyās lap as she wriggled onto her belly. She grabbed the cushion, and it lifted off the couch while he towed her across it. Her skirt rose higher, bunching up on her lower back and showing off her cheekie panties.
When she released the cushion, it flopped back down onto the sofa. He gave her a final pull, and she ended up with her hips on Lillyās lap and her feet resting in Joelās.
āBottoms up,ā Lilly joked, fingers descending onto her butt. Her nails sank into her juicy cheeks, and she rotated them back and forth. Amberās bubbly butt jiggled as she writhed.
Joel rested his left forearm on the back of her calves and leaned on them, pinning her ankles against his thigh. He set his other hand on her arch and rubbed gently. Then he twisted his wrist to tickle her foot with his left hand too.
āEeeeheee! Go away from there! Goooo ahhhhaha-away! Please donāt tickle my f-f-feet. Theyāre toooo ticklish!ā
āAw. Your poor little feet are just too ticklish?ā Lilly scribbled down onto the back of her thighs and traced the edge of her stockings. Her fingers crept beneath the elastic on the left one and stretched the cotton fabric. āI guess we shouldnāt take off your stockings then.ā She pulled the long sock down with one hand and trailed her nails along behind it. Then she handed the bundle of fabric to her hubby.
Joel peeled her stocking the rest of the way off as her fingers chased after it, skittering down the back of Amberās leg. He worked the sock off her struggling foot, grasping her ankle to keep it still. Lillyās fingertips slipped onto her warm sole and gently caressed the silky wrinkles.
She felt a pang of jealousy when she saw the size of her shapely sole. Not only was it long, it was also wide as hell. Just the way Joel likes them, she thought, face heating.
āFeet this big have no right being so soft,ā Lilly cooed, tracing the supple creases in her soles. āTheyāre just begging for tickles.ā She gave Joel her pouty princess lip. She could see the desire burning in his eyes.
He gave her a reassuring kiss. āYour fingers look so good on it, darling.ā
She smiled, stamping down on the envy. Then both their eyes fell back to the ticklish feet lying on his lap. He held her ankles with one of his large hands as he tickled her socked foot with the other. Lilly tickled her barefoot with both hands. Five nails danced slowly around her heel and up arch then back while the other grazed under her toes.
Amberās feet wriggled in Joelās lap as she laughed herself silly. Her fingers clawed at the couch cushion as she tried to worm her way free.
Joel leaned on her calves again, gripping her ankles. Then his other hand crept along her feet. His fingers wove around her big toes, and he held them in his pincer-like grip.
Lilly pulled the scrunchie off her wrist and used it to tie her hair in a ponytail. After that, she got back to work. She tickled both her barefoot and her socked foot at the same time. Her husband held them perfectly still as her nails trailed over Amberās helpless soles.
āEEEEHEEEHEEE! THAT REEEHEEHEE! THAT REALLY TICKLES!ā she squealed. āYou two! Hooohooo! You two are too good at this! Eeeeeheeeehee! Why? Why are you sooooo good at tickling?ā
āI told you, we love tickling. I did warn you. Remember? I said that we tickle each other all the time.ā
āYessssss! Yes, but I didnātā¦ Bahaahaaa! I didnāt knooooow! I didnāt know you were experts. I canāt! Baaaahaaahaaa! I canāt even mooooooove!ā
āI canāt tell if sheās got a sheepy laugh or a guffaw like a cow,ā Lilly teased.
āSheās got the perfect mix,ā Joel said.
Lilly narrowed her eyes at him, and he gave her a suffering look.
It seemed to say, You know your laugh is my favorite. Iām obviously being polite and teasy. She lifted an inquisitive eyebrow, as if asking if he was sure. Joel offered her his usual smirk of affirmation, and warmth filled her chest.
Theyād been together for so long that they often had conversations through body language and facial expressions alone. They shared an unusual kink, and their minds worked in similar ways. Over the years, it became easier to read one anotherās thoughts.
She winked to make sure he knew she was just being bratty, then she went on tickle torturing the large feet he held in place for her.
Lilly lined her nails up along the edges of her heels. Then she grazed slowly to and fro across the round targets. The nails on one hand got caught up on the cotton sock occasionally, but the ones on Amberās bare heel glided with ease.
She continued the back-and-forth motion while gradually progressing up her long soles. Amber hammered the couch cushions with her fists as she bellowed in non-stop laughter. Her feet struggled, but Joelās large hands kept them from escaping.
Lilly skimmed back and forth across the middle of her sole over a dozen times before reaching the balls of her feet. She drew a circle around the left one and the girl let out a long squawk. She did the same thing to the other, getting an equal shriek of laughter. Then she began spiraling around both.
āWhich one tickles more?ā Lilly asked, drawing out her words. āThe one with the stocking or the one without?ā
āThe one naaahahaha not!ā she admitted through her giggles. āMy bare foot!ā
Ā āOh? Is your bare foot so ticklish?ā
āYessss! So ticklish!ā
āHmmm. Should I take off your other stocking then?ā
āMmhmhmhm! If you wantā¦ want to you can. I might get loud though. Mhmhmhm.ā
āOh, we donāt mind. Thatās why we got a nice, big lot when we picked out our house.ā she said, dragging her nails up and down her soles. āWhat do you think, babe? Would you like two bare feet to tickle?ā
He nodded, and Lilly skittered up the back of her calf. Then she peeled the elastic band off her thigh. Amber remained in place meekly, not struggling a bit as they pulled off her long warm sock.
Once theyād stripped it off, she rested her leg courteously on Joelās lap. His left hand gripped the back of her ankles while the right crept under her feet. He slipped his forefinger around one of her big toes and his thumb around the other. Then he held them against his lap as Lilly got into position.
She started tracing her feet with light fingertips, barely whispering over her delicate flesh. Her soles felt smooth and warm under her touch. Amberās laughter was girlish and raspy, at first. It got louder as she made her way up her arches. Tickling the plump balls of her feet made her slap the couch dramatically. When she started teasing her long toes, Amber practically roared.
After that, Lilly switched to her nails. That really got her howling. She took her time exploring all over the girlās broad soles, testing every tiny spot for ticklishness. Each time she found a section that made her tense up or cackle, she made a note of it in her mind.
She knew Joel was doing the same thing. If this worked out the way she was hoping, theyād be using the spots to absolutely wreck her in a few weeks.
Amber was wildly ticklish. Still, she seemed willing to let them continue subjecting her to the mild torture. The relationship had wonderful potential. If it lasted, theyād have so much fun with a woman like this.
Crazy sensitive with a desire to please, she thought. Thatās the dream.
Once she was comfortable with it, theyād have her stocked and racked in their basement. Sheād be blindfolded with her long toes tied back and helpless. Then Lilly and Joel would tickle torture her mercilessly. Theyād enjoy every moment of her desperate ticklish laughter until they were in a pinnacle of lust.
Just thinking about it filled her with desire, and she couldnāt help picking up speed. Lilly raked her nails swiftly across the widest part of her soles. She glanced at her husband and knew he was thinking the same thing. His eyes were full of lust and his lips were parted. He was clearly enthralled watching her finger-work on the blondās silky soles.Ā
Lilly used one nail from each hand to scritch wickedly at the balls of her feet.
In seconds, Amber was howling hysterically. āEeeeheehee! Not right there!ā
āWhere?ā She added the rest of her nails around the protuberant balls of her feet. Then she tickled them both brutally. āRight here?ā Ā
āYesssss! Right there! Oh, my goodness, that tickles! IT TICK-TICK-TICKLES!ā She flinched, muscles tensing as she squirmed. Her toes tried to clench, but Joel held them back as Lilly scribbled beneath them. It sent her into a tizzy-fit of bellowing guffaws.
This must be her most ticklish spot, Lilly thought. Sheās going totally ballistic now that we found it. She went on tickling the ultrasensitive woman, carrying on until she was out of breath. After sheād covered her from heel to toe in naughty nail tickles, she switched back to fingertips.
Amber gasped. Her raspy titters returned with the light caresses. She took several long breaths as Lilly teased her deep arches.
After that, she drew a slow outline around the sides of her feet and trailed onto her ankles. Joel released them, giving her room to work on the girlās tendons. He took over the gentle sole tickles, and her raucous laughter started up again.
āWHOA-HO-HO! Your hands are sooohohoho b-b-big! Youāre getting all my spots!ā
āYou poor thing,ā Lilly said with false sympathy in her voice. "He can tickle so many spots at once, canāt he? He does it to me all the time. Itās so unfair.ā She traced along the back of Amberās calves then scritched behind her knees.
āHA-HA-Lilly! Your nails are too tickly!ā She groaned, fists beating against the couch.
āToo tickly? Thereās no such thing as too tickly, silly girl,ā she said playfully. āWhy do you think I always have them manicured to points?ā
The blondās hips squirmed in Lillyās lap, but she didnāt try to escape. At least, not until she moved up to her thighs. Amber giggle-shrieked, bending her knees to protect her ticklish legs. Her toes slipped free from Joelās grip as she thrashed.
Lilly pushed her calves back down firmly. āNaughty girl!ā she tsked. āIf you canāt stay still, weāll have to find some other way of restraining you.ā
āY-you may have too,ā she huffed. āI canāt help it.ā
Joel lifted his leg over her feet and crossed it, trapping her ankles in the crook of his knee. Lilly knew the effectiveness of that hold. Thereād be no escape for her exposed soles now.
The couple got back to tickling her, and she exploded with laughter. They each took one foot to tease, tormenting her with their nails and fingertips. After that, Lilly whisked up her calves. She started tickle-teasing the hollows behind her knees and the back of her thighs. Then she moved up to scrawl over her plump butt cheeks.
Amber writhed and babbled for over ten minutes while they tickled her lower body. She grabbed the fleece on the back of the couch and squeezed it like it was an emotional support blankie. Lilly slowly made her way back to her feet. Then she stroked her soles with her nails while Joel twirled her toes.
The double ticklish treatment was clearly more than she could handle. Amber wrenched one of her feet free and twisted away from them. Her hands were still clutching the blanket as she rolled off the couch and onto the floor. Then she remained there, lying prone and entangled in the fleece.
āAww,ā Lilly tutted. āHas someone had enough?ā
She panted for a second before responding. āS-sorry. You can keep tickling meā¦ if you want. Iāve always liked feelingā¦ā Amber paused to blush, lowering her voice as if confessing a secret. āIāve always liked feeling like a helpless plaything in the bedroom. I just canāt stay still.ā
āWe can take care of that,ā Joel said, standing. āIf we donāt want you to move, you wonāt move. Trust.ā He bent down and wrapped the blanket around her, pinning her arms to her sides.
While he worked, Lilly popped up and snatched another folded quilt from the pile nearby. She spread it out on the couch in preparation. Her husband hoisted the bundled-up blond into his arms like a bride before setting her in the center of the second blanket. They tucked one side of it around her then rolled her up in the rest like a fleecy burrito. Only her feet and head were sticking out once they finished wrapping her up.
āOh my gosh! I canāt move at all. You werenāt kidding!ā
āSuch a cute little sushi roll,ā Lilly said, sitting down beside her big feet. She lifted them just enough to scoot beneath her heels.
āI know. I could just eat her up.ā Joel sat down next to Lilly then helped situate the girlās feet on her lap. He set his index finger on her right heel and made a slow circle around it before stroking up her arch.
Lilly arranged her dark nails around the ball of her left foot then slid them gradually down her lengthy sole. Her toes wiggled uselessly at the ceiling, seeming too tired to even scrunch up anymore.
āBaaahaha! Oh, golly! I canāt moooooove. Hahaha! I canāt move anything but my toes!ā
Lilly shared a knowing look with her husband. āAbout that,ā she said, pulling the scrunchie from her hair and letting it fall around her shoulders. She wove the scrunchie around her left big toe then twisted it before ensnaring the right one. After that, she twisted the remaining slack and wrapped the scrunchie around both her trembling toes, tying them together.
āThere. Now your big, soft feet are totally at our mercy.ā
āOh, my goodness,ā Amber said, sounding both scared and excited. āThis is going to be so terrible. Isnāt it?ā
āFor a ticklish little thing like you, absolutely,ā Joel answered, getting back to work on her right sole while Lilly focused on the left.
She put her palms on Amberās instep and wrapped her fingers around the outer side of her foot, setting all ten nails across her sole. Then she made them dance in slow loops.
āEeeee! That reeeheeheeealy tickles! Oh, God! Why are they m-more ticklish when theyāre traaa-hahaha trapped?ā
āBecause youāre utterly helpless. You know thereās no escape for these broad, supple soles of yours,ā Lilly said, teasing languidly under her toes. āYou release tension when you can move and evade the sensation. When you canāt get away from it, the ticklish tension builds up beneath the surface. It grows under your skin, filling you up like hot steam flooding a shower.ā
āOhhoho nohoho! I feel it! Even my ankles are tingly.ā
āMmhmm. Good. It starts with your feet. Soon the tingles will creep up your calves and collect in your kneecaps.ā She tickled her powerless sole faster as she spoke, and Joel did the same to her opposite foot. āThen the tickly sensation will sneak up your thighs and tingle between your legs.ā
āThatā¦hmhmhm. That happened a while agooo-hohohomygod!ā
āOh yeah? Is it turning you on a little?ā
āItāsā¦ a loooooot! Itās a lot.ā
āGood. Thatās very good,ā she replied, trailing up the stem of her big toe and scritching the gumdrop-shaped toepad.
Joel flashed her a sly smile as his fingertips titillated the girlās arch and heel. Lilly leaned closer to him and lowered her voice to a whisper.
āI thought sheād be a good fit, but damn. Sheās perfect for us.ā
He nodded in silent agreement, and Lillyās nail skied over the tip of her toe and glided down to the top of her foot. Then she added the rest of her fingers.
Amber let out a clucking chuckle as her legs trembled inside the snug blanket. The new sound made Lillyās stomach do a pleasant flip. It spurred her on, and she added her other hand to her left instep and tickled the tops of both her feet at once.
Her hubby took the opportunity to give both her soles a thorough tickling.
The womanās entire body quivered as she squawked with relentless laughter. It went on endlessly as they continued the tickle assault on her immobile feet. The couple switched hand positions and Lilly took over her soles.
The changeover caught Amber by surprise, and she belted out a mad giggle-scream.
āCan you feel the tingles in your belly yet?ā Lilly asked.
āYESSSSS!ā she screeched. āI f-feel it everywhere! Eeeeehehee! Itās like youāre tickling meā¦ tickling me all ohhhhh-ver! It tickles everywhere! EVERYWHERE! AHHHHAHAHA!ā
āYouāre such a ticklish girl,ā Joel said. āWhy let yourself get into this position?ā
She only hooted, unable to form words any longer.
Joel kept on pace with Lillyās motions, tickling the tops of her toes when she tickled the bottoms. Then he trailed onto her dorsum as she scribbled down onto the taut balls of her feet.
Amber absolutely lost it then. She bellowed in belly laughter, her body flinching repeatedly in the tight fleece blanket.
āNot theeeeeere!ā she giggle-wailed. āNOT THERE! OH GOD! It tickles so much! It tickles so much!ā She tried to beg them to stop, but each plea was interrupted by a long peel of hoarse laughter. āNOOO! HAHAHAAAA! DONāT! TEE-HEEEEE! STOP!ā
āDonāt stop?ā Lilly repeated tauntingly. āDid you hear that, honey? She doesnāt want us to stop.ā
āI certainly did. I guess weāll just keep on tickling her,ā Joel replied, moving both his deft fingers onto her arches while Lilly tickled the tender balls of her feet.
Amber laughed even harder. The sound boomed through the entire house. It was so loud that Lilly thought the neighbors might actually hear it even though they were half a mile away. When it went suddenly silent, they paused to give her a moment to breathe.
As she came back to reality, Joel leaned down and planted a kiss on the tip of her big toe. Then his lips slid down the stem and onto the ball of her foot.
She giggle-moaned, seeming to enjoy the light worship. Lilly bent her knees, propping up Amberās calves and hoisting her feet higher. They dangled in Joelās face, and he gave Lillyās shoulder an approving nudge. Then he started kissing the velveteen wrinkles on her soles.
She nudged him back before bowing her head. Then she brushed her lips on Amberās right instep. The girl gasped lustfully, so she continued moving her lips softly across the delicate tops of her feet. Joel heard her sounds of approval and worshipped her soles with more vigor.
Amber cackled with laughter interspersed with moans as the couple whispered kisses all over her soles and toes. Then they each took a foot and started sucking her toes, slipping their tongues in between them. The impassioned worship got an even better reaction out of her.
She moaned in obvious bliss, her hips bucking repeatedly. Lilly suckled her two smallest toes and lightly stroked her left sole. Joel massaged her right foot while licking back and forth across her long toes. She looked like a butterfly trying to break free from a fleece cocoon as she humped the snug blanket.
Once she was thoroughly aroused from the foot worship, Lilly and Joel locked eyes. She knew exactly what he was thinking. It was time to switch back. They got their hands into position, coordinating their attack. Then the gentle teases on her soles changed to a rigorous scrubbing.
Her belly laughs restarted at once. They continued sucking her toes, adding little nibbles here and there to tickle her even more. Their hands moved in tandem on each foot as they raked her sensitive soles over and over.
Amber seemed to love and hate the gentle torture in equal measure. They delighted in her ringing laughter for a couple minutes before switching feet.
The pair tickled her mercilessly for another twenty minutes, taking care not to let her get too breathless. Anytime her laughter went silent, theyād slow down and give her a short respite, but they didnāt stop. They tickle tortured Amber until she was completely hysterical and babbling incoherently.
They let her laughter run out and Lilly moved to sit above her head. She peeled the sweaty strands of dark blond hair off her face and told her how good she had done for her first time being tickled. The praise sent her into a fit of bashful smiles.
Joel agreed and the two of them unwrapped Amber from the fleece blanket. Once they released her, he went to get her some water.
Amber sat up. She looked both exhausted and exhilarated.
When he came back from the kitchen with the water, her breathing had returned to normal. She was composed and seemed to be totally at ease. Sometimes people seemed okay with tickling in the moment. But after the adrenaline wore off, they could become embarrassed and standoffish.
Luckily, the rest of the date went just as well as the ticklish test. They had coffee and dessert while chatting a bit more. By the end of the night, Amber said it had been the best first date of her life.
Lilly agreed, but only because her first date with Joel had gone comically bad. It took them a few more dates before they discovered their shared kink. Then a few more after that to act on it. Since then, they had been inseparable.
When her Uber arrived, they walked her to the door. Lilly saw an opening and decided to lean in for a kiss. Amber obliged enthusiastically. They embraced, pressing their lips together as their hands roamed over each otherās backs and necks. Lilly ran her fingers through her dark gold hair as the kiss went on.
They finally parted, and both of them giggled breathlessly. Then Amberās big eyes focused on Joel. She clasped his shoulder, and he leaned down to kiss her as well. Theirs didnāt last nearly as long, but it still seemed impassioned.
After that, she told them to call her, said goodnight, and sauntered off to the car waiting in the driveway.
Lilly and Joel looked at each other, then they headed off to their bedroom for their own night of tickle fun.
The campfire flickers endlessly, casting dancing shadows on the rough faces of my captors. My arms ache from being tied to the post, and my feetā¦ gods, my poor feet. Theyāve been locked in these horrible stocks for hours, toes pulled back so tightly I canāt even twitch them. Every inch of my soles burns with lingering sensitivity.
Char and his men take turns. Sometimes itās fingers ā rough, skittering, digging into my arches until Iām screaming with laughter. Sometimes itās that awful horse brush, its stiff bristles scrubbing my helpless feet without mercy. I beg, I sob, I promise them anything if they just stop. They only laugh harder and keep going.
āSuch a ticklish little princess,ā one of them sneers as he rakes his nails under my toes again. I shriek and thrash, tears pouring down my face. My voice is raw, my body drenched in sweat. Every time I think I canāt laugh any harder, they find a new spot or a new tool and prove me wrong.
After what feels like an eternity, Char finally stands up and stretches.
āEnough with the feet for now,ā he grunts. āLetās move her. I want better access to that beautiful belly of hers.ā
Rough hands untie my arms from the post and release my ankles from the stocks. For one desperate moment, my body floods with hope. As they start to drag me toward a low wooden frame, I twist violently, slamming my elbow into one manās jaw and kicking another in the knee with all my remaining strength.
I almost make it.
I scramble toward the darkness of the trees, bare feet pounding the dirt, heart hammeringābut strong arms catch me from behind. Iām slammed to the ground, pinned, and dragged back kicking and screaming. The men are furious now.
āYou stupid elf bitch,ā one snarls, spitting blood from his split lip. āThought you could run?ā
Charās face is dark with anger. āTie her down properly this time. On her back. Arms and legs spread wide. I want every inch of her exposed.ā
They strap me mercilessly to the new torture frame ā wrists and ankles pulled tight in thick leather cuffs, my body stretched out helplessly on my back. My green and white costume is pushed up, leaving my bare midriff completely vulnerable. My legs are spread and secured so I canāt even close them. Iām utterly open and defenseless.
āNoā¦ pleaseā¦ā I whimper, already trembling. āNot thereā¦ not my tummyā¦ā
They donāt listen.
Fingers descend on my exposed belly like a swarm. They spider across my ribs, dig into my sides, and scribble wildly over my navel. I explode into fresh, frantic laughter, my body arching uselessly against the straps.
āHAHAHAHAāNOOO! NOT MY BELLY! PLEASE! I CANāTāAAAAHHH!ā
The tickling is ferocious, far worse than before. They squeeze my hips, flutter over my lower belly, and torment every sensitive spot they can reach. My mind starts to go blank from the overwhelming sensations ā nothing but laughter and panic.
I donāt know how long Iāve been screaming. My voice is shredded, my body slick with sweat, my emerald-painted toes still twitching uselessly in their tight ties. The stocks have been replaced by this nightmare frame, and now Iām stretched out on my back, limbs pulled wide and strapped down so tightly I can barely twitch.
Fingers are everywhere ā spidering wildly over my bare tummy, digging into my ribs, squeezing my hips. Iām already lost in hysterical laughter when I feel one of the menās hand slide boldly between my spread thighs.
āNoāNO! Not there! Please, gods, notā!ā
A single soft feather brushes along the delicate, hypersensitive edges of my vulva.
The shock is instant. A high, broken squeal tears out of me as the feather traces teasing, maddening lines over my folds. The sensation is electric ā unbearably ticklish yet strangely intimate. My laughter climbs higher, turning frantic and desperate.
Then the feather finds my clit.
The moment the soft tip begins its slow, deliberate circling, my entire body seizes. āAAAAAHHHāNOOO! NOT THERE! NOT THERE! HAHAHAHAHAāI CANāTā!ā
The feather strokes faster, flicking and swirling with wicked precision while rough fingers never stop attacking my belly and sides. The dual assault is devastating. Pleasure and tickling twist together into something unbearable. My hips buck wildly against the straps as the pressure builds impossibly fast.
Suddenly it hits me ā a massive, shattering orgasm.
My eyes roll back, my mouth opens in a silent scream that quickly explodes into raw, hysterical laughter. Violent spasms rip through my core as wave after wave of forced ecstasy crashes over me. My inner walls clench rhythmically, juices flooding out as my whole body convulses helplessly in the restraints. The orgasm is brutally intense ā longer and stronger than anything Iāve ever felt ā leaving me sobbing and gasping, every nerve ending screaming with overstimulation.
The men cheer loudly.
But the worst is yet to come.
The orgasm only makes me exponentially more sensitive. Every single touch now feels like fire.
The feather returns immediately to my swollen, hypersensitive clit. The moment it makes contact I shriek like a madwoman.
āNOOOOO! PLEASEāITāS TOO MUCH! IāM TOO SENSITIVEāHAHAHAHAāSTOP!ā
They donāt stop.
The feather flicks and strokes my clit with relentless, feather-light torture while fingers spider frantically over my quivering tummy and ribs. The overstimulation is merciless. Within minutes another orgasm builds ā even more powerful than the first.
This time when it explodes, itās cataclysmic.
I scream at the top of my lungs as a blinding, full-body climax tears through me. My back arches violently off the frame, every muscle locking tight as powerful contractions rip through my core. Hot, wet pulses surge from deep inside me, squirting messily as I cum harder than I ever thought possible. My vision whites out. All I can do is laugh and scream and shake uncontrollably while the men laugh and point at the humiliating display.
And stillā¦ it doesnāt end.
Each orgasm leaves me more ticklish, more broken, more desperately sensitive. They bring me to climax again and again throughout the long night ā sometimes with the feather alone on my clit, sometimes while mercilessly tickling my belly and sides at the same time. Every new orgasm is more violent and overwhelming than the last.By the fourth or fifth, Iām no longer coherent. Iām just a sobbing, laughing, squirting wreck ā hips jerking, toes curling, body convulsing as another shattering, mind-melting orgasm rips through me against my will.
āPLEASEāNO MORE! I CANāT CUM AGAINāHAHAHAHAāAAAAAHHH!ā
But I do.
Over and over.
Each climax is longer, wetter, and more humiliating than the one before ā my body betraying me completely as the brigands discover they can force the proud elven princess to orgasm endlessly just by tickling her most private places.
Dawn is still hours awayā¦ and they show no sign of stopping.
The days blurred together into an endless nightmare of ticklish torment and unwanted pleasure.
I wake each morning (or what I think is morning) already trembling, my body sore and hypersensitive from the night before. They never let me rest for long. The stocks have become my most hated piece of furnitureāmy bare feet locked in tight, toes pulled back cruelly with cords, soles stretched smooth and completely vulnerable. Every morning starts the same way: Char or one of his men āgreetsā me by dragging stiff brushes, feathers, or their rough fingers over my defenseless arches until Iām screaming with laughter before Iāve even fully opened my eyes.
āRise and shine, princess!ā they laugh as I buck and shriek, tears already flowing. My emerald toenails, once a proud little vanity, now only make my soles look more inviting to them. They love commenting on how pretty and ticklish my painted toes are while they flick and scrub between them.
Some days they focus solely on my feet for hours. Theyāve discovered that using oil makes the tickling even worse ā slick fingers gliding mercilessly over my soles, or the horse brush sliding smoothly yet brutally across every wrinkle. I beg, I sob, I promise them riches, but they only mock me. āElven princesses donāt get mercy,ā Char likes to say while he methodically brushes the balls of my feet until Iām a hysterical, drooling mess.
Other days they strap me down on my back on the wooden frame, arms and legs spread wide. My costume is usually pushed up or partially removed, leaving my bare midriff completely exposed. They attack my tummy without mercy ā spidering fingers dancing over my navel, squeezing my hips, fluttering along my lower belly. I laugh until Iām hoarse, my body arching uselessly against the straps.
But the worstāthe most humiliatingāis what they do between my legs. Theyāve learned exactly how to break me there. A single soft feather is their favorite weapon. They tease the edges of my vulva first, making me squirm and giggle helplessly, then zero in on my clit with slow, deliberate strokes. The tickling is so light, so maddening, that it drives me insane with laughter and building pleasure at the same time. I always fight it. I always beg them not to make me cum.
They always win.
The orgasms have become devastating. Each one hits harder than the last because the previous climax leaves every nerve raw and hypersensitive. When the feather finally pushes me over the edge, I explodeāscreaming, sobbing, laughing uncontrollablyāas powerful contractions rip through me. My body convulses violently in the restraints, hot waves of unwanted pleasure surging from my core while tears pour down my face. Sometimes I squirt messily, much to the brigandsā amusement. They cheer and mock me every time: āLook at the proper princess cumming like a whore from a feather!ā
And because each orgasm makes me even more ticklish, the cycle becomes crueler. Theyāll bring me to climax three, four, five times in a single session ā each one longer and more intense than the one before. By the end Iām barely conscious, just a trembling, whimpering, overstimulated wreck, my mind blank except for the constant laughter and the humiliating pleasure they force from me.
Theyāve started combining everything. One man will mercilessly brush my feet while another feathers my clit and a third tickles my belly. The overload is unbearable. I lose all control: laughing, screaming, cumming helplessly while they laugh at how easily the proud elven princess breaks.
At night they sometimes leave me tied in the stocks or on the frame, too exhausted to move, my body still twitching from the dayās torments. I cry quietly in the darkness, thinking of Aidan, wondering if heās searching for me, terrified that heāll never find meā¦ or worse, that heāll find me like this ā broken, humiliated, and far more sensitive than I ever was. The worst part is the small, traitorous part of my mind that has started to fear I might eventually stop hating it. The orgasms are so powerful they leave me shattered and empty. I dread the next one even as my body begins to crave the release.
I was once an elven princess!
Now I am nothing but their tickle toyāa helpless, endlessly orgasming plaything whose laughter and climaxes entertain them every single day and night. And deep down, Iām starting to lose hope that anyone will ever save me.
Simon is actually the one who brings home the cat in the first place.
He was on a mission, camped out on a high ridge, when he suddenly feels a very light weight sitting on his back. There's a deep, sort of hiccupping, rumbling noise that turns out to be the cat's purr. It's really taking advantage of the fact that he can't move without revealing his position to the enemies.
Afterwards, the cat refuses to leave him alone and no one else will take it, so he ends up with it.
Only, once he gets it home, the cat decides it actually prefers your company over his. He would be more annoyed about it if you weren't so enamored with the little beast.
It does everything with you. Sleeping, eating, even bathing. No matter what, it decides it has to be wherever you are at all times.
"Traitor." He mutters to it one day when it curls itself in his spot on your lap.
Meanwhile, he was pretty much just chopped liver in its eyes. At best, a food source, but that was it. It could literally not care less about him.
And he wonders why you named it "Simon"...
Captain John Price
John doesn't want a cat. He doesn't even want a dog. He's the kind of guy that thinks all pets are dirty and far too much work for him. You knew this coming in.
That's why he really cannot believe his eyes at what he's seeing.
"What," John stares at the small, rather wiggly, bundle of blankets in your arms. A tiny pair of bright green eyes is staring at him. All he can do is blink back, "is that."
You glance down at the tiny kitten in your arms, "It's a cat."
He pinches the bridge of his nose, "I know what it is. I want to know why you have it."
"He was just sitting on the stoop!" You hold the kitten up to your face, "C'mon, John, it's destiny!" You gently wiggle the little creature back and forth.
The kitten mews loudly. That alone is daring him to say no.
Unfortunately, when it comes to you, he is a very weak man.
"Fine," He sighs, "But you're the one who cleans up after it."
"Thank you, thank you!" You kiss his cheek and rush off, tiny kitten still in your arms.
Despite his complete refusal to have anything to do with the kitten, you still find him later, snoozing in his favorite chair with the cat curled up around his neck. Doesn't want a cat...yeah, right.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Kyle likes your cat well enough, but doesn't really care too much about how they feel about him. He kind of sees them like a tiny roommate who cannot care for themself, but that's it.
Then, to your cat, he is essentially just another human to do its bidding.
Kyle is in your kitchen, preparing coffee for the two of you. Your cat is sitting on the counter beside him, watching.
He feels a small tapping on his forearm and looks over to find the creature's paw outstretched and resting on his arm. Their eyes are intently staring at him.
"Whatsit, huh?" He scratches under their chin, "You...thirsty?"
It squawks in response, which tells him nothing. He's pretty sure that's a negative though.
"Hungry?"
Another squawk, leaning more into a mrow. He decides to take that as him getting closer to the root of the problem.
"...D'ya want a treat?"
This time, he gets a loud meow.
"Okay, okay, I'm working on it." He opens the fridge and tugs out the little bag of cat treats you keep around, "Demanding little thing."
Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish
Johnny loves your cat so much, it is actually ridiculous.
From the beginning of your relationship with Johnny, your cat is his little buddy. His bestest friend. There is no separating them.
What makes it even funnier?
Your cat loves him just as much, maybe even more.
Johnny steps foot in your home and the very first thing you hear is a questioning "Meow?" from a distant corner, out of sight.
He grins at you and whistles shortly.
There is the sound of small paws sprinting in your direction as your cat responds, only a blur of color as it latches onto the leg of his pants and tears its way up into his arms, making little noises of curiosity and excitement the entire time. As soon as it reaches his shoulders, it settles down with a satisfied meow, pushing its face into his.
Johnny's smile gets brighter and you only roll your eyes and snatch your cat off his shoulders, hugging them to your chest as you stalk off towards the kitchen. You willfully ignore the loud protesting meow your cat lets out.
Johnny, however, doesn't. He pads behind you, "Aw, c'mon, bonnie! It's not his fault he likes me more!"
"Don't start." You roll your eyes. Your cat wiggles in your arms, trying to get to escape and get back to his favorite human.
"Ah'm jus' saying! Ye shouldnae be jealous tha' Ah'm his favourite!"
Portal pussy with tf141 but itās your job to figure out who has your pussy for the day.
Youāre shaking and sweating, holding the base of the chair so tightly that your knuckles turn white. The circular sensation against your clit has been non stop and your brain is about to turn to mush because of it.
āYou okay, love? You look tense.ā You glare at price to which he gives you a knowing smirk. āNot too much now. Iām still your captain. Could send you to train the recruits if I wanted to.ā Thereās an intentional pause- as if to leave the mind to imagine. āalthough I doubt youāll be able to demonstrate much in this state.ā
You lift your hips off the chair in hopes to alleviate some of the friction but to no avail. A string of curses leaves your lips. āFuckā¦Iām gonna cum.ā
āEasy now.ā Ghost chimes in. āStill in a briefing. Keep it professional, kid.ā
āYou could just take a guess- put an end to it.ā Kyle so kindly suggests. Thereās a few menacing chuckles in response. āRemember your forfeit though.ā
And just like that- the sensation stops. Itās both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, you no longer have to climax in front of your team at a mission briefing, while on the other, your thighs are now rubbing against one another for any amount of friction that could just give you that relief you need.
Later in the day, Soap finds you curled up on a couch, clutching your lower abdomen and eyes just a little bit glazed over. āYou look like shite.ā
And you felt like it. āOne of you fuckers has been edging me all day,ā you mumble, pressing your legs so tightly together as if that would do you any good.
āAt least you know itās not me, you know I like to give ya what you want.ā
You shoot him a glare- because Soap will let you cum. The problem is, thatās all he does. Youāre climaxing at least once an hour when he has your pussy, and heās not shy to experimenting.
Heāll grind the toy against the corner of his desk, heāll hold it under running water, heāll even go so far as to tie it to a vibrator as heās sleeping just to make sure youāre left satisfied.
And the day will always end the same- soap locked inside his room while youāre banging for him with cute glistening tears, begging and sobbing for him to stop which just isnāt enough for him until youāre sitting in a puddle of your own arousal outside his door.
āCāmon, lass. Just take a guess.ā He steps closer, lifting your chin with a finger. His eyes glimmer with excitement when he sees the way youāre practically looking through him and not at him. āYou get it right, you get your cute cunnie back. And if you get it wrongā¦ā he leans closer to your ear, āIāll take ya first and you know Iām good at making ya cum.ā
The offer is tempting, and you almost mutter a name in his advice but suddenly you gasp when you feel a low vibration make contact with your sore clit.
You hunch over, gripping the back of the couch. āWhatās going on?ā You donāt even have the strength to look up but from voice alone, you know itās Gaz.
āLooks like someoneās having fun.ā
Gazās eyes trace from a smug soap to a pitiful you. āWhat dāthey got going on?ā
Your voice strains as you try to speak. āV-vibe.ā
Gaz nods in understanding. āSounds like ghost or price. Me? Iām a traditional man.ā
Soap snorts. āOh, we know.ā
Gaz, cursed at him, rolling his eyes with no real heat behind it. But soap was right. Gaz always talking about how he wants to meet the love of his life ānaturallyā and properly court her, have a romantic wedding, have two kids (one boy, one girl), basically he was traditional in every sense.
This includes in the bedroom where he doesnāt believe in the need for toys. Instead, heāll plunge his fingers in your pussy till itās sopping and crying, and then heāll drink it all up with the tip of his nose pushing against the hood of you clit- all to do it over and over and over again.
The pair continue to argue but you drown out their voices as you feel that sinking feeling deep in your gut again. The vibrations are so perfectly pressed against your clit that it has you seeing stars.
It has to be price, right? The fingers from earlier were rough with experience but the movements themselves were patient and experienced. They move in perfect circles up and down your folds, playing with them like pages on a book before teasingly flicking against your clit.
Or is it ghost? Itās more likely for ghost to be using a vibrator than price. He loves his toys, has a whole fancy collection that are ājust for testināā he says. But usually ghost is a little rougher, isnāt he? So maybe itās-
The thought is cut off when you feel a blunt, large head of a vibrator forcefully being pushed against your opening. Your eyes widen, and whoever is toying with you isnāt in the room but you instinctively scream anyways which draws the attention of both Gaz and soap. āwaitwaitwaitwait- It wonāt fit!ā
God- fuck- it had to be him. It had to be. Oh shit, just say a name. Or is it price? No- he wouldnāt. Or? Fuck- you could literally count down the seconds as the head stretches you wider and wider and - āGhost! Stop it!ā
And just like thatā¦it stops. And for a moment, it feels like time stops.
āOh? Looks like we have a name.ā
Youāre panting for dear life, vision blurry as you curl up in the couch, oblivious to the rest of the team flooding in the room.
Price kneels by your side, placing a warm hand on your forehead and using his thumb to brush away the hair that sticks to your forehead.
Once you catch your breath, you roll over slowly. Your vision is a blur, but it gradually comes to focus and you recognize priceās look of concern with the rest of them peering over his shoulder.
āDid I get it right?ā
The men pause, none of them giving it away, until you notice a twitch of Priceās mustache followed my an upward turn of a crooked smile. āOh, fuck.ā
A deep and amused laugh confirms what you already know and Soap is already taking off his belt, āIām going first, lads.ā
āWhy do you go first? Price did all of the work.ā Gaz retorts, finger twitching in retaliation.
āCalled dibs. Didnāt I, lassie?ā
Gaz lets out a sputter of disbelief. āOi, You canāt just call dibs on something like that!ā
āHer mouth is still open if you want it.ā Soap is already at your legs, grabbing them by the ankles and pulling them apart.
Gazās jaw clenches in annoyanceā¦or is it jealousy? He looks at Price, who gives him a fatherly shrug. Thereās a moment of hesitation before heās also undoing his belt, mumbling underneath his breath. āBloody dibsā¦an idiot really.ā
being passed around like a toy amongst two sadistic lers. Tied so tightly with your arms behind you. You can't go anywhere. We just want to play with our favorite little toy...
I always woke up first. I do have my habit! To stare at you while you are still asleep, as you are always the most sleepyhead between us.
Your hair is messy due to the night, you always move a lot while you dream. I gently move a bunch of them and place behind your ear. I can see part of your face, you look so cute, relaxed, happy without all the thoughts, doubts that sometimes grow into your head during the day.
You keep sleeping laying on your tummy, grabbing the pillow. It helps you to feel less lonely, and you love, you need to feel someone or something constantly against you.
I gently pull the blanket, to reveal your body. One of your legs is bent around another pillow, the other is straight. It's been warmer lately and I don't have to worry about you getting cold. I can see now your perfect little body, you are wearing shorts and a tiny sleeveless crop top.
Time to softly, gently, getting you awake in the way you have always liked (so do I)
I rub with a finger on the side of the foot of the straight legs, barely touching you. Moving on the top of the foot starting from your ankle all the way to the tip of your toes. You have already started to slightly move the feet, random little kicks, to get it away from these touches. But it always comes back right after.
I like to tease you in this way while you are so vulnerable, and your reaction is always a mix of foolish tries to escape my touches and a voluntary offer yourself back again.
A few more strokes on the foot are enough to softly make you moan and say something which is not a word. Not a known word for everyone else, but for us it means everything.
With the finger I started to draw along your legs, barely touching you, while I follow carefully its beautiful shape.
Over your calf, the back of your knees, behind your thigh. A lot of reactions happen. Sometimes your nerves tense, some others you just shake your leg a tiny bit. But again you are still, maybe voluntarily maybe involuntarily, you're still half asleep and what matters is only that you like it either way.
I skip touching your sides, even if I would have liked. This might get you awake faster, and I want to make this moment last longer.
I placed my fingers on your collarbone, your skin is like silk here, and I draw some little circles. Your reaction doesn't wait to show up, you randomly move your head and lift your shoulder trying to protect yourself. I stop immediately and again, as before you, you came back into the original position with me capable of starting again.
This game between us goes on for a while, and you start to moan more often every time and your eyelids slowly try to open, but as the first light gets through, they immediately close back again.
In this little time that feels like eternity, I start to scratch your neck on its side, get closer with my lips on your ear and whisper on it "sleepyhead.... it's time to wake up". I have to say it twice, before it gets into your head and you finally try to speak out your response. Again, it's something that no one would ever be able to understand....but I do.
I kiss you on your chin once and say "come on"....another kiss on your neck "honeyyyyy"....kiss back on your chin "you can do it". You need this to last for a while, because you like and not want it to stop. You know I won't stop either until I get you awake.
After a few more tries from you to open your eyelids, your eyes get used to the light and you can open them. When you do, my face is the first thing you see. I smile at you and say "good morning ticklish, how did you sleep?"
That word is always challenging from you and your natural reaction is to put your arms on my neck and pull me over you so that I won't see you brushing from my last sentence.
I slide my arms beneath you and hold you strong, make this morning hugs last like forever.
Dear people with frighteningly ticklish backs, you deserve to be tied spread eagle face down and have every single inch of your back explored with the softest most curious fingers and trailing glides of lips
Imagine ghostface sneaks in your room, about to kill you
and finds you jerking off to tickling.
Decides to instead tie you to your chair, tape a vibrator and start doing exactly what he sees you were watching, keeping track of how long it takes you to cum.
Digging into your sides, one finger on your clit and lightly playing with it, making fun of how easy it is to turn you into a giggling broken faucet.
And how easy it is to surround that needy little thing with his lips, making sure to lick and suck all that wetness, until you almost pass out.
Only letting you live so he can come back another day, with some extra *tools*.
Calling the cops for you, but not before leaving you on that chair with the vibrator set to MAX and a tickling playlist on speakers, max volume.
