GingerSwitch

She nestled between us, tucking one arm under my body and the other under his. The bed was warm. Early sunlight pierced the blinds at long angles, shedding just barely enough light to see. We pressed her between our bodies, and she sighed with pleasure.

I brushed a stray hair from her face, my finger tracing around her earlobe and down the side of her neck. She shivered and smiled.

“You’re not cold, are you?” he teased. Her shoulders tensed as his fingertips brushed across her chest. Her nipples poked through the soft, thin fabric. I drew a lazy circle around the soft bud closest to me, and she bit her lip and squirmed.

“She doesn’t look cold to me,” I said. We kept our voices low, careful not to break the quiet of the morning.

She held still as long as she could, but as sensitive as she was, that wasn’t long. As she tried to pull her arm from under me, I caught it and held her in place. He did the same; she grunted in surprise, then whimpered softly as we continued playing with her nipples.

“I think she’s ticklish,” he said. Hearing the word just made it worse for her. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to hide her face against his shoulder.

“I bet she’s ticklish lots of other places, too,” I replied. Her back arched as my hand drifted down her stomach. My fingers mapped the line of bare skin between her shirt and panties. Her body shook with held-in giggles, until finally she couldn’t hold them in any more.

“Please,” she whispered, barely able to get the word out. She twisted her hips, but couldn’t avoid my touch.

“Please tickle you all over?” he asked. “Since you asked so nicely …”

He slid his hand down between her thighs. She clamped her knees together, but we easily pried them apart. I trapped her leg between my own, and he did the same.

She trembled, unable to endure even our gentlest touches. I dipped a finger under her waistband, her lower belly quivering at my touch. Her soft gasps and squeaks were intoxicating.

“I don’t have to go anywhere today,” I whispered.

like, you know, that look someone gives you when you’ve annoyed them for a bit too long, you’ve taken something from them, or you just won’t tell them that little secret of yours??

that look someone gives you when they know just how to get what they want outta you??

that look someone gives you when they want you to remember they know something key about you, something you might even consider a weakness?? yeah, THAT look.

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I wanna talk about feathers.

There is a new emote:

🪶 (It's a feather btw)

Feathers are a whole subset of this kink, to the point where I think there are whole kink in themselves.

A couple of things:

- I know they don't tickle everyone (anyone?)

- I know there are better tools

- I know it's a bit of a stereotype

BUT

The image of them, the mere presence of them is so freaking EROTIC to me. So damn SENSUAL.

They signify intent. There can be no misreading what you intend to do with it.

They are soft, they can be pointy and they can do more than tickle.

They can tease, excite, edge and in some rare occasions make you cum.

That's why I think I have a tickle fetish and a fetish for feathers.

They don't have to tickle you, because chances are they will make you mine in some other way.

“Oh little lee~” I hear the singsong, padding around the corners. Deeper, smaller, I curl into the corner of the closet, suppressing a giggle, a squeal. “Come out, come out, wherever you are...~” 

Footsteps padding down the halls, slowly, meticulously. I try to compress myself even smaller, my chest filling with anxious anticipation. 

“You know I’m going to find you.” Your voice projects through the hallways, a smirk in its tone. “And when I do, darling? I’m going to tickle you, and you’re not going to be able to hide then~” I just barely manage to stifle a gasp on a closed fist, my cheeks hot, my breathing heavy. 

“I wonder where my little lee could be~?” Your voice draws nearer. I can feel my breath catch in my throat as you open the door to the bathroom right across the hall. “Not in here . . . What about . . .” You fling open the door to my closet, smirking as I squeak. “Got you~” You carefully pick me up, carrying me bridal style down the hall as I blush into your chest.