TicklishTeacher

When my husband is feeling particularly malicious he will restrain me and then just go down on me right from the jump. He has a stubbly beard and my pussy is unbearably ticklish. Then he will tease me, “I thought you like my mouth on you? Don’t you want me to make you cum?” While I’m screaming laughing. Then he has mercy on me and tickles the rest of my body until I’m warmed up enough to focus on the pleasure and not the tickle torture.

When you told me that you were having a rough day at work I started sending you flirty texts to help you feel better. By lunch you told me your boss was being particularly awful so I got out our bag of goodies. I started sending naked pictures by mid afternoon, and had the under the bed restraints in place when you said you were on your way home. We flip a coin when you walk in that door. Heads, and you can take out all your frustrations on my sensitive ticklish body and then fuck me to oblivion. Tails, and I will make you forget everything in the world except the feeling of my nails ravaging your delicious skin and your desperate need for me to slide myself down on you and fuck you to oblivion. Either way, I’m thinking bad days at work will start to be your favorite days of the week.

Pregnancy hormones and tickly dreams have me awake most mornings at 3 am desperately horny with no one to play with.

Honestly, it is a sin that I have never been burried in sand on a beach and tickled out of my mind.

Every ticklish teacher should have the opportunity to start their summer off in a secluded cabin in the woods. After a long stressful school year they deserve to be taken care of: pampered, worshiped, tickled to their hearts content. I spend my life giving all my time and energy to those in need. I want to have someone or multiple someones to give me all their time and attention. I don’t want to think about lesson plans or field trips. I want to think about all the tickle toys you brought with you, and how hard I’ll sleep after multiple orgasms.

I had a dream. There was a standing board like frame with different straps and spots for attachments. One person could be attached to either side. On one side, a woman was strapped wearing a thin string bikini. The only attachment on her side was some soft tickly vibrator thing between her legs. Next to her restrained hand was a button to control the motor of her attachment. She was essentially in charge of her own pleasure. However the motor also controlled all the tickling attachments on the other side of the frame, and the person on that side had tickle attachments all over their body. Feathers, tickly rollers, and all manners of crazy devices on their feet, knees, hips, ribs, tummies, armpits, necks… the best part is that the participates would be taking turns on each side.

I had a doctors appointment today and I was naked with that flimsy robe on, feet in the stirrups, exposed and vulnerable. And all I could think about was you walking in and taking advantage of my sensitive body in the precarious situation. What tools would you use? Would you restrain me first? Would you tell me to lay still, after all I’m the patient and you know best.

Mmmmm the pregnancy sex dreams have started. So realistic and deliciously sinful.

When I’m pregnant I become the absolute ideal Lee. Hear me out. Firstly, my hormones are raging. I’m constantly thinking about sex and anything that has to do with it. I am constantly finding new things to fantasize about…. ALL DAY LONG. Second, the sensitivity. The hormones increase sensitivity all over your body, my breasts and nipples are so sensitive and my skin is more ticklish. And the increased blood volume means orgasms are more intense and longer lasting. But I never get enough. All my body wants is more more more. I’m growing life, the least you could do is tickle me all the time and let me cum as much as I want.

Imagine for a moment that you are restrained on a table. Naked, spread eagle, vulnerable, and exposed. Around your body are all manners of delicious ice cream toppings. Whip cream, warm fudge and caramel, and sweet juicy maraschino cherries. When you feel the first drip of cold silky vanilla ice cream drip on your hardening nipple you hear the murmur of hungry voices around you. Someone start slurping hot fudge from between your sensitive toes and you realize… they didn’t invite you over for dessert….they invited you over to be dessert. 🍨

I want you restrained to a bed spread eagle, your whole body exposed and vulnerable. I want to tease you relentlessly, gentle and first until your cock is hard and desperate. Then I want to straddle you and tickle you mercilessly so you buck that pretty little cock good and hard. If you cum first you get punished with more tickles. If I cum first I reward you with more tickles. Either way I win.