Suddenly in that random headspace where I'd do illegal things to get absolutely destroyed by a sexy, devious woman.
Since my teen years I was always the bisexual experiment for curious girls (a fun but frustrating time). There was one in particular who knew exactly how to tease me with her fingernails and her evil grin and make me feel butch into the bargain (didn't realize then that feeling more butch can put me in a lee mood). She drove me absolutely wild.
She used to make little circles with her fingernails on the back of my neck and the tops of my thighs all the time. She loved that it got me flustered (a very uncommon experience for me).
She then graduated to slipping her fingers under my shirt and go on about my abs/sexy tummy (I was an athlete at the time) Just these slow agonizing fingertip swirls. She never did it long enough to actually tickle me, EXCEPT...
There was this one night we were both sleeping over somewhere. She started touching me in the middle of the night, her fingers gliding all over my torso. I didn't know what was going on, but I wasn't about to stop her.
It went on for over an hour. It was mostly a huge turn on, but there were some periods when it did tickle. I wanted her to be ruthless, but it was never more aggressive than light teasing, which probably drove me more crazy.
It turned out she'd done this completely asleep. She had no memory of it at all. Or at least, that's what she said. In those days, being queer was still very much taboo, so it could have been true or a lie to cover it up.
I'd never had the desire to be tickled until her. Of course, she got a boyfriend and later got married. I still think of her gleeful teasing expression when I'm in these moods. Absolutely devious.
The things she could have done to me with actual intention... ðŸ«
