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Sadly, this is merely something that took place as a messenger conversation between a Nicole and I. I have changed the style into a more reader friendly story.
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I sneak up behind Nicole, grabbing her sides, tickling her. She gives off a surprised squeal, and I tickle her more intensely, making her squeal even more, squirming around in my hands. I push her to the ground gently, tickling her as I lay her down and she squeals loudly, curling up on the ground still squirming.
I roll her onto her back and sit on her hips, my fingers tickling and squeezing the sides of her stomach, a big grin on my face.
- "Stopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstooooop!" She giggles insanely, squirming with what she can.
I slide fingers under the shirt, slowly sliding the fingertips over her stomach.
- "Nah, I don't think I'll stop ..."
- "Whyes?!"
She's still giggling, panting from all the tickling.
- "Because I like you squealing and squirming ..."
My fingers squeeze the sides of her stomach again, slowly sliding further up her chest. I smirk and barely contain a small laugh.
- "Something sexy about a girl squirming and panting ..."
- "Well..." She squirms a bit more. "I get out of breath easy... and you tickling me... Doesn't help."
- "Aww ... well." My thumbs run slowly along the lowest ribs, the other fingers still on the side of her chest. "If you're out of breath, it's easier to get my way ..." I grin again, then intensify my tickles.
She squeals louder, laughing almost insanely, squirming almost desperately, panting from the laughter, clawing at the ground.
- "See ... can't hardly put up a fight ..."
I slide backwards on her thighs, ending up just below her knees, hands still tickling. She tries to pushes herself up on her knees in an attempt to get away from the tickling fingers, or trying to roll over, eyes closed tightly, laughing loud. I use my hands to grab her arms, pinning them to the ground, as I bend forward, lifting her shirt with my teeth. She pants heavily, laughing slightly still, eyes still closed. I run soft kisses around her belly button, my beard scratching slightly along her skin.
- "Hey hey hey... Whaddaya doin'?" She grins down at me, tugging at her arms a bit.
I look up with a devious look in my eyes and run my tongue slowly over my lips, then I run it around her belly button again.
- "Oh nothing special ..."
She quirks an eyebrow, smirking, shifting her legs a bit as well as she can.
- "Nothing special, huh?"
- "Just ... this ..."
I inhale sharply, put my lips to her belly button and blow hard. She squeals and giggles happily.
- "You're silly."
- "And then some ..." I grin and move my kisses slowly up her stomach.
- "Don't have too much fun..."
- "Oh? Why not?"
- "Cause."
- "So ... I shouldn't move further up? Or down?"
- "Mm... Naw." She Stretches slightly.
- "No? What's the fun in that?"
I lean forward quickly, placing my mouth just over her right breast*
She squeaks and gasps softly, grinning.
- "I dunno."
I look up and talk softly, beard slowly stroking her shirt as I talk.
- "I mean .. it's so tempting to just ... bite ..."
She sighs and rolls her eyes, still grinning.
- "Oh fine..."
I push my mouth over her breast, about covering her nipple under the clothes, slowly closing my mouth with a smirk. She closes her eyes slightly, grin turning into a calm smirk.
- "You can take off my clothing, you know..."
- "Really??"
- "Mhm."
- "I acctually... Kinda feel like being.. Tied up at the moment..."
I let go of her hands, sliding my hands slowly up her arms to her shoulders, then slowly down the side of her chest. She giggles slightly.
- "You like to take your time, don't you..?"
- "What? You don't like patience?" I grab her sides again, threatening to tickle.
- "I just have next to none of it myself." She smiles like only young girls can do when they try to be coy.
I slide up her thighs again, sitting just below her hips, then I slowly start to pull her shirt up. She holds herself up on her elbows, so I can remove her shirt easier, smiling slightly, shifting her legs a bit again. I slide the shirt up her arms, then hold her hands together with my right hand.
- "Hmm ... tempting position this ..." She grins.
- "Got rope?"
- "Nope ..."
- "Damn ..."
- "But Who needs a rope?"
I start undoing my belt with my left hand. I slowly pull my belt off, resting the cold metal buckle on her stomach.
- "Of course ... question is, how firmly do I need to tie you down?"
- "Depends on what you plan on doing to me."
- "Oh ..." I say with a grin. "I'm not sure yet ..."
- "Then I'd say tightly."
I slowly drag the buckle up her chest.
- "Hrmm ... should I tie your hands here .. or behind your back ... or to something ..."
- "I'd say behind my back.. Or above my head to something..."
- "Yeah, behind your back would be best. Then I can use them against you as well later ..."
- "Hm?"
I shift a bit, turning her on to her stomach, then guide her hands behind her back. She grins, letting me manipulate her hands. I wrap the belt around her wrists, pulling it tight through the buckle, then fiddle a bit to secure it.
- "Might not hold you constantly, but well enough." I give her ass a firm slap. "Remind me to bring cuffs and chains next time ..."
She jumps slightly at the slap.
- "Yes sir.."
- "Good girl ..." I grin and rub her ass gently.
- "Acctually... I may have a pair of cuffs in my purse.. Sir."
- "Hrmm ..." I reach under her, and pull her pants down slowly. "Well, I'll get to that in a few ..."
She nods as I pull her pants off, taking her panties with me at the same time.
- "So tender ... so tempting ..."
I run a single soft digit over the small red spot on her ass and she shivers a bit, as if tickled, shifting herself for comfort, closing her eyes. I squeeze the red spot slightly, then I slap the other cheek firmly with my other hand.
- "So very tempting ..."
She jumps a bit again, grinning to herself. I look around for her purse while rubbing and squeesing her ass firmly.
- "And I am curious if I can't find your toy box as well ..." I grin widely. "There's something we both want to know I think ..."
- "Purse is on the chair... My little box is under the bed... Sir." She Purrs softly to herself.
- "Do you know what I have I mind?"
I lean forward, planting a soft kiss just below the bra strap, my hands stroking and caressing her cheeks gently, more tickling than anthing else.
- "Nooo.." She holds in a little giggle, squirming again.
- "You sure you don't know?" I squeeze a bit, parting the cheeks slightly.
- "Yea."
I lean back a bit, parting her cheeks firmly, then blow a gentle breeze between them the full length of the gap.
- "Well ... you'll find out of course... won't you, girl?" I grin as I give her cheeks another firm slap before standing up.
- "Yes, sir..." She grins to herself again, shifting to a more comfortable position for herself.
I look around and quickly find her purse, then her box of toys. I turn and face her with a grin on my face.
- "Oh ... my. What lovely toys you have Nicole ..."
- "I try..."