by LadyFeatherquill
Beautifully written. Utterly transporting. The details feel like incredibly vivid little poems: the suckling of Emma's toes, the soaking of her top with saliva, the tickling of her armpits, the convulsions of laughter that are also leading toward climax, the way the forest and leaves come into play as part of the tickling. It is a lovely story and deeply sensual but also edgily erotic in delightfully unconventional ways.
It was a great story. Being tickled is my very personal weakness and I can’t help but to imagine myself bound helplessly between trees and tickled. Being tickled will “convince” me to succumb to all of your desires.