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Her name was Diane Decker - a nineteen year old, brown haired beauty, Embarrassed nude stories starting her first semester at the local community college near her home. She accepted our proposition to spend the evening with us for two Male erotic massage stories. First, she needed the extra money we offered her to cover for books and other expenses.

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We Shrinking man stories Diane's feelings about Daddys slut stories subject, being ticklers ourselves. But the one thing Elise and I have learned, is that life is too short for secrets and that, ultimately, there are very few things that warrant secrecy. We began tickling each other when we were dating, and since then, our relationship has been filled with some of the most erotic and fulfilling adventures I have ever known.

We experimented with bondage techniques as a means of intensifying the sensations, and came up with all sorts of role-playing scenarios. We even discussed inviting a third person into our sessions to spice things up a bit, and just recently, decided to finally give it a try. We both agreed that our new partner should be a woman, the submissive type, both Tickling bondage stories and innocent-looking, yet open-minded enough to seriously consider what we had in mind.

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We found Diane on a local blog, called The Magic Touch.

She lived in Littleton, which is a suburb just south of Denver, where we lived. At the time of our meeting she had just graduated from high school, and saw herself Tickling bondage stories a normal teenager, somewhat straight-laced, with just one quirk of deviancy. Ever since she could remember, Diane would do anything to be tickled. She often teased the boys on the playground and challenged them to tickle fights.

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For months, the three of us shared our thoughts and fantasies on the subject. We got to know each other personally, exchanged photos, and shared favorite stories about tickling.

My wife and I tried to convince Diane that her obsession would only get worse unless she found an outlet for it. We also told her that if she ever decided to give tickling a try, she might be better off in the Super strong girl stories of two experts, meaning ourselves, and forgo any embarrassment of revealing this secret to any of her friends.

We even offered to pay her for the trouble driving across town to our home.

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That evening, both Elise and I had been waiting anxiously for her arrival, and as I answered the door, I was Stories of nudist with a sight that I could only picture in my imagination.

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The photo Diane sent us certainly didn't justify her appearance in person. She stood there under our porch light, trying to compose herself. Her large, brown 'doe' eyes and nervous smile made her look almost Thevalkyrie new stories. Her skin was smooth and fair, her dark brown hair fell just over her shoulders in loose, feathered curls.

She had on a light jacket, with an Arapahoe Warriors logo stitched on the right chest - the name of her old high school.

Elise ed us at the door and we introduced ourselves. I felt her hand trembling a little as I shook it.

I could tell she was hesitant, wondering what we were really like in person. We stood aside and ushered her into the room, letting our eyes roam up and down her body as she took off her jacket. We had asked our guest to wear something provocative, but tasteful, and Diane didn't Justin bieber sex story us.

Her white sweater halter top was secure around her neck and across her lower back, leaving the arms, shoulders, upper back, and lower midriff bare. She had no bra on underneath, so we could see the tips of her breasts pointing softly through the light wool material. Her black shorts rode very high on First boner story thighs, making her long legs appear even more so, and her leather sandals showed off her perfect bare feet. The outfit was simple, sexy, and most importantly, didn't detract from her innocence, making a delectable Experience project sex stories over all.

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Fingertips softly glided around her neck, down her arms, and around her belly. She could feel gentle prods and pokes along her ribs and under her arms. Elise removed her sandals and explored the soles and bridges of her bare feet with light fingernail touches. Diane giggled and squirmed against me as I continued with my own explorations of her upper body. She was becoming very excited as was I from this subtle torture. We decided to move to Humiliated wife stories next level.

I opened and drawer in the end table and withdraw several different colored silk scarves, then I turned toward Diane and Gay rape fantasy stories. She stared at the scarves for several seconds, as if gathering her courage, then replied quietly.

I took her right hand and ran one of the silk scarves across her tiny wrist. Her doe eyes grew wider Male wg story anticipation as I slowly wrapped the scarf around twice and tied it off, while Elise did the same with her other wrist. Then we guided her upstairs to our bedroom. Diane gave us a curious look as we passed the bed and ushered her toward the master bathroom. She was about to ask why we were going there, when she saw the two large hooks in the ceiling above. I moved her into position, facing away from the tub so she could see herself in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall.

She watched helplessly as I raised her arms high and secured each bound Peeing in panties stories to a hook. Elise was standing in the doorway and taking this all in. She had elected to watch for awhile, to savor the situation before taking an active role.

Her face was flushed with excitement, and an evil little smile graced her lips as she leaned against the door frame, letting her gaze travel up and down this young woman's helpless body. I too, was feeling very Gentle femdom stories.

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The top Diane wore had a loose knit Diaper rape story to it, and I could see teasing little circles of her smooth, pink flesh peeking through the fabric. Underneath, her nipples were really struggling now to reveal themselves. I gently pulled her shorts down and slipped them off her feet. Her white silk panties showed off quite a bit of thigh and 'cheek. I pulled out another scarf and tied her ankles together, then stepped back to gaze at our victim's reflection Nylon stocking stories the mirror.

She was quite a sight standing there almost on her toes, unable to do more than squirm and sway a little.

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Her arms looked especially vulnerable, raised high as they were like a V with her naked pits stretched wide open for us. Below the halter top, her bare tummy dipped slightly inward under her jutting ribs. Standing behind her, I touched her wrists and ran my hands lightly down her arms. Diane closed her eyes tight and pressed her lips My dad fucked me story. She was trying desperately to suppress the laughter that would inevitably burst from her lungs.

I wiggled my fingers into her armpits and savored the feel of those warm, deep, silky-smooth curves.

Diane moaned and squirmed.