Tickle Bullies: FF/F Tickling

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Ah, 18 what a horrible and wonderful year. Some decent things happened as well as some bad, in this story there was tastes of both.

The Tickling Express! FF/M by Feathers01 on DeviantArt The Tickling Express! FF/M by Feathers01 on DeviantArt

I went down to turn on the TV while Dena walked straight to the cellar with the rope and put it in the wash. I heard the machine go on. It was around that time that I realized I didn’t have the car keys. And it was around THAT time that Dena emerged from the house with car keys in one hand, ropes in the other. I was dead. If this Happens again I may simply find a new way around this. I've been thinking of maybe making a new art piece inspired by this and then link the artist's tumbler there to let you all know who my muse is. Problem is if I did do it it probably won't be the same charecters nor be a scetch but who knows.At that moment, Dena arrived with a folding chair from downstairs and placed it near my head, sitting down in it. Marisa continued to pin me, her knees at my sides and her feet behind her. This was a story request for ndjdlsjlwsksk over on DeviantArt as part of my second story request raffle.

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Hee hee,” Dena giggle some more. “I know, I’m just big bad Dena, right? And now I’ve lured you into my lair! Gee whiz, your paranoid!” I looked around the room. Marcy was smiling, Brianna looked like she wanted to make out with me, Kristen was on the verge of tears from laughing and Andrea was going for the feet. Mariss, we need to see your finest rope. It should be nice and soft, and plenty of it!” Dena said as I blushed the color of Marisa’s vest. What was she doing? Dena got up and unpinned me and went to do her bag routine. She went over to the first radio and put on classical music – soft stuff. It’ how she cooled down, with half-stretching and half-yoga. I looked at the other CD while she closed her eyes and got very relaxed on the floor. The other CD player had dance-type music that she worked out to.

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God, Dena! Isn’t that gross? I mean, your feet?” Marisa exclaimed while I yelled into Dena’s latest foot-gag. Sequel to Bound to Talk* Language: English Words: 5,331 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 2 Kudos: 49 Hits: 3,732