The Return of the Tickle Bandit:
Stealing My Pleasure!

This guy wasn’t just stealing my laughter anymore. He wasn’t just stealing my moans, gasps and giggles... This p*rvert (whom I was growing fonder and fonder of against my better judgement) was now stealing the deepest, rawest and most intimate depths of my pleasure!

As the no mercy feathering and tickle-ravishing of my soles finally came to a giggling end, I found my legs being untied once more...

Like the last time he had taken me, he had once more freed my ankles and gently spread my legs to help himself to the intimacy of my helpless body; An act I had been craving since the very moment I felt the ties firmly securing me to my own bed!

He went right to his craft, like a sensual artist painting his masterpiece, only the canvas was my trembling flesh, and his paintbrush a devious collection consisting of a feather, shaving brush and gentle fingertips with years of teasing, *dging experience

He was beyond mean to my helpless body, and my need, b*rning desire for more and soft begs, only worked to further enhance his already diabolically methodical teasing touch! But the truth of my situation was far more dire than my moans and gasps of delight led on. The truth of my situation, was that these adventures of sanity testing tickle-erotica, had gone much deeper than my flesh... T

He had begun to penetrate my heart!

If he kept this up, he wouldn’t just be stealing my pleasure, this man would be stealing my heart! And if he gave me what I no longer secretly, but quite genuinely desired; Bound, passionate s*x, this man, this “Tickle Bandit” would surely steal my heart

To Be Continued...
Xoxo
-Gwen

M*schi B*SM Sinnliches Kitzlen B*ndage The Return of the Tickle Bandit: Stealing My Pleasure! mit C4s.com

Mschi BSM Sinnliches Kitzlen B*ndage The Return of the Tickle Bandit: Stealing My Pleasure! mit C4s.com