Tickled Back

Nicolas had tickled me before. But never like this. Today there was a special urgency in his touch. His fingers on my ribs sent spasms into every part of my body. But today, he wanted more.

His fingers were on my ribs, but he was calling forth spasms from my toes, my ankles, my calves and up my thighs. And he was in perfect control of each spasm, of every inch of my body. He’d had my body before, somehow I sensed that as the spasms rounded the outer edges of my hips. I cried out for him to linger here, but he was sending the spasms higher, deeper.

However, even as the spasms ascended higher, I knew he’d be back to my hips, to between my hips. And that when he came back, the sensations would be so intense that they might break me. I bit my lip, dreading, hoping, yearning. But now I had a more immediate problem. I needed to breathe!