So, just so you know, we both decided that “Breaking me” was a really great Title for this series, that will literally be chronicling the methodical and explorative journey of my helpless, sexual destruction...
(Mind you, after all the countless, begging, moaning, screaming orgasms, I can happily admit that it was such a wonderfully freeing destruction!)
That said, this is only part two, of like a 14 part series following my sexually submissive journey, and my husband Myles had already accidentally stumbled upon a hot spot on my body that neither one of us knew about: The...
So, just so you know, we both decided that “Breaking me” was a really great Title for this series, that will literally be chronicling the methodical and explorative journey of my helpless, sexual destruction...
(Mind you, after all the countless, begging, moaning, screaming orgasms, I can happily admit that it was such a wonderfully freeing destruction!)
That said, this is only part two, of like a 14 part series following my sexually submissive journey, and my husband Myles had already accidentally stumbled upon a hot spot on my body that neither one of us knew about: The deep part of my inner thighs!?
Massaging me here felt devastatingly wonderful! And Tickling me here!? Well, I quickly discovered, lead to the most insanely pleasurable tickles I’d ever felt in my life! It was the kinda sensations that made me want to beg him to stop AND keep going at the same time! A totally new territory for me! It was amazing... And it sucked
For him, it spelled an endless array of fun with my helpless, oiled, sensitive body. For me, it spelled the beginning of a begging, pleading, moaning ride, that would bring me some of the most wonderful teasing orgasms of my life so far!
I had completely forgotten about my feet, until he stopped edging my already aching body, and slid down the bed to my right foot, peeling away the shoe from my now very hot, sweaty socked sole. If you ever end up capturing me for a tickling session, even I now have to admit, the best way to make me desperately ticklish is to make me horny first...
The first few tickles on my sole shot through my body like lightning, followed by an eruption of reflexive giggles that I wouldn’t have been able to fight back if my life depended on it! My feet were now SO fucking ticklish, and my only saving grace was the obvious fact that he was so hungry and horny for me, that a big part of his plans were obviously making me moan and beg in erotic euphoria as much as humanly possible! The tickling wasn’t on the top of his priority list. If it was... I would have been doomed!
The quick flurry of tickling on my foot was crazy, but was quickly replaced with more hot oil massaging, nipple teasing, sole licking, toe sucking madness, that was making my body feel like it was dancing hand in hand with ecstasy!
I was already packaged and ready to break. A living breathing sex toy, horny enough to consider begging and pleading like a good girl... And my other shoe and sock hadn’t even come off yet!
To Be Continued...
xoxo -Gwen
