I feel like in another life, you and I were both princesses of kingdoms with a lot of tension between the other. In order to avoid all out war, you and I are sent to meet in the name of diplomacy.
I invite you into my audience chambers, and we both dismiss our guards and retainers as a show of trust.
We speak a while. I've provided some very nice sweets and you bring very lovely teas, and we both indulge, sitting closer and closer to one another as time goes on. I'm enthralled by the elaborate, fine silks of your garments, while I'm a little more...casually dressed. I'm in a nice gown of course, but with a very generous neckline that in my kingdom is quite fashionable, but in yours it would be considered absolutely salacious. I wanted my vulnerability to be almost symbolic, keeping the space above my heart bared to you. You dressed quite beautifully as a symbol of respect, but the more we speak, all I can think of is what it would be like to strip off each of your layers one at a time...
We skirt around diplomatic topics and details about our kingdom, and we slowly but surely become fascinated with one another, soon giggling and feeding each other sweets.
We don't know how it happens (I think it had something to do with me licking cream off a cherry while making prolonged eye contact), but after speaking for so long, we eventually begin to share the customs of our kingdoms, and then our own personal....proclivities. We discover a mutual love of touch and teases and OF COURSE as a further show of respect, we must demonstrate to the other what we like...
In the name of diplomacy of course.
...you clear off the table as I gracelessly wedge a large candle holder through the golden door handles of the chambers...
Our guards only hear laughs and giggles, and eventually they think to themselves that we must have discovered a mutual sense of humor, since we seem to take turns laughing absolutely hysterically well into the evening.
The diplomatic meeting is a success. No one notices that we are just slightly disheveled (you're missing a few layers and I don't have any shoes on under my gown) as we insist we must meet quite frequently in the name of maintaining peace. 😌
-Your (fellow) tickle princess 👑😘
When I get teased, I don't get bratty - I just get really, really quiet and pliable as the desire to have our mutual fantasy done to me sets in.
This is perfect. It's beautiful. And it made me melt into the sofa like a debutante at 6am after a ball.
Of course we must demonstrate every single desire and proclivity on the other...of course...of course we cannot be interrupted by the guards no matter how much we scream and beg, of course...so shall we get down to the business of the thing?
