A ler straddles you and pins you down to the bed under their weight. Their hands slither up inside your sweatshirt, over your sides, then ribs, and into your underarms and begin gently wiggling around. Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, they lean down and start to nibble and kiss your collarbone/neck area and whisper tword teases and praises in your ears.
“You’re such a ticklish little thing, aren’t you?”
I’m personally a soles down guy. something about the vulnerability of it, the wrinkling of the soles and the draping toes, really puts me in a lee mood, like I’m waiting for someone to come sit on my ankles to destroy and worship my feet simultaneously for hours…just me? 🤭
Gosh my soft, creamy, sweaty soles are SO ticklish from teaching back to back yoga classes today! Wanna softly run your naughty fingers up my orgasmic arches?
Have me lie on my stomach before you sit on my calves. Take your fingers and trace along my ruffle socks until I am pleading through my giggles. Slowly peel my socks off one by one while I'm begging you to leave them on. Take a stiff feather and brush it along my soles until I am laughing myself silly with tears in my eyes. Then, when I scream that I can't take anymore... keep going.