All posts tagged tickling

Femdom Life: Fingering, Negotiations & Ruined Orgasms

Friday night, we have sex. He reached for me, nestling the length of his body into the roundness of mine. Even when he’s no longer the skinny boy I started dating, and has filled out into muscle and robust health, he’s still made of stiff lines and delicate details, like an origami figure someone folded […]

Friday Femdom Fiction: No Marks (Tickle)

The cuffs made the satisfying tearing noise of silk being shredded when she unwound the velcro from its coiled up shape. He was still smiling, the black silk of the blindfold across his eyes like a censor bar. “Huh,” she set the first cuff around his wrist and considered precisely what she was about to […]