How about....?
Jami
possible from AOL, and I haven't written a tickling story in awhile - I'm just
not in the mood - how about we start a list of real (living or dead) or
fictional women we'd like to see tickled - and sometimes who we'd like to see
them tickled by. I'll start.
Mulan (but NOT be a bad guy from the movie!)
Aphrodite from Hercules/Xena by Gabrielle & Xena.
Gabrielle tickled by Xena.
Tyra Banks (But NOT be another super model! Tyra is the only super model I
respect. All the others can go to Hell.)
Mira from the Buzz Lightyear cartoon (but not by Buzz or Zurg, rather by
another alien female)
Jessica Rabbit (tickled by Roger Rabbit. Hey, she said she loved him because he
made her laugh! And let's face it, when they have sex that fur HAS to tickle
her!)
Me. (Hey, I had to be in there somewhere. Since I've got a toon of me tickled
by Gambit I guess it would be my other fantasy, The Phantom Of The Opera!)
That's all I can really think of that you guys would know. There's a number of
girls from my old high school I would love to tickle torture while forcing them
to orgasm, but that's mainly a revenge thing. You know, the sluty cheerleaders
who always made me feel like crap because I wasn't as thin and whorish as them.
A few drugged out "rebels" who gave me hell for not doing drugs. And the elite
super bitches who gave me hell for not being rich like them.
~Jami~
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Jeremy9564
>not in the mood
Gee, and I feel empty inside because of it.
I just can't get enough of "and the lady went Ha ha hahahahah. No, stopp ha ha
haa ha ha."
Please! Write more stories. They are all so different from each other. Not!
Jami
>
>I just can't get enough of "and the lady went Ha ha hahahahah. No, stopp ha
>ha
>haa ha ha."
>
>Please! Write more stories. They are all so different from each other. Not!
>
If you read any of my stories you'd know they're NOT that lame! In fact, here's
one I wrote that Alex Kol put on his website.
Cheryl sat at the easel, tossing the knee-length black braid behind her back
before it got into the paint. The Creole woman stared at the canvas with a
critical blue eye. Carefully, she picked up a tube of red paint and spread it
on her cafe-au-lait colored skin. Mixing just the right amount of blue and
green to get the color she desired and then carefully dabbed her paintbrush
into it, delighting at the slight tickling sensation, then carefully applied it
to the canvas.
An alien goblin-like creature with long tentacles covered with fur and tiny
pin-feathers came to life on the canvas. In it's arms was a woman in the throws
of ticklish delight.
In the room where 50 such canvases of alien creatures or mythical beings
tickling women into ecstatic orgasms. From centaurs to Hades, God of the
Underworld himself. Belly tickling, foot tickling, armpits - she had every
kind. All the victims were adult women. Though the torturer could be male or
female - or if there was more then one, both.
Cheryl had no idea why she was so obsessed with tickling. Just since she was a
little girl she enjoyed being tickled or seeing other women getting tickled. As
she grew older tickling for the most part became erotic. Though only so if it
was adult women and only adult women who were the victims. And Cheryl didn't
know anyone else who was into it. (After all, she wasn't on the internet nor
did she go to adult stores.) So she painted. These paintings didn't get sold,
her agent thought them sick and therefore she was never allowed to show them.
It was only her tamer paintings the world got to see.
"Oh, Cheryl, not another porno painting!" The afore-mentioned agent moaned as
she entered the room. "Girlfriend, you need to see a shrink! You're sick in the
head!"
Cheryl turned to look at her agent. Synithia was a tall woman from New York
with short blond hair and blue eyes. Rumor was that before she was an agent she
made a few lesbian XXX flicks. She certainly had the looks, and everyone know
Syn was not into men. No one knew why she became an art agent, but she was the
best in the business.
"I am not "sick," chere, no matter what you may think." Cheryl snapped, the
Cajun accent thick in her voice. "Everyone has their kink, non? This is mine.
It's not like I'm into animals or children."
Rolling her eyes, Syn put her arms around Cheryl's waist, pulling her a bit
against her. Cheryl could feel Syn's nipples thru her silk blouse and the
artist wondered what it would be like to tickle her agent while she was wearing
that. The thought made her moist.
"Cheryl, Cheryl, Cheryl," Syn said, her breath and hair tickling Cheryl's ear
and face, "I'm just concerned about you. That's all. Come on, let's get you out
of here. We'll have a bottle of wine and dinner at one of those little French
cafe-wannabes you like so much. Then we'll find something decent for you to
paint. Maybe that pretty little neighbor of your's downstairs. The one with the
black and white cocker spaniel."
Cheryl sighed, put the last stroke to finish up the painting. Standing, she
muttered about how she regretted giving Syn a key to her studio apartment. Then
she cleaned up and got dressed and they headed out.
Neither one noticed as Hades flexed his hand or Persephone's squeal of ticklish
bliss.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Drunk and cranky, Cheryl entered her apartment. Swiftly she kicked off she
shoes and plopped on the couch without bothering to turn on the lights. Damn
that Synithia anyway! Her and all her hateful words about Cheryl's secret
fetish! And then she had to chase off that handsome young waiter with the long
fingers! Oh, he was so good looking! And smart as a whip - Brains were a huge
turn-on for Cheryl. Those fingers - oh those fingers were made for tickling a
woman into hysterics!
At first she thought it was just her imagination - that, thing, coiling around
her nylon-clad ankle. Probably because she was so drunk. That's what she
thought until the coil tightened and jerked her from the couch. "OOMPH!" Cheryl
exclaimed.
A callused hand came over her soft mouth. "Sorry, dear girl, but we simply
can't have you alerting everyone. Persephone, dearest, the gag please."
As the gag was slipped over her mouth, the lights came on. Cheryl found herself
in shock - for before her stood all the creatures from her paintings! And
nearby were the canvases, bare spots where these beings had once stood glaring
at her.
It didn't take long for these creatures to stretch her out and bind her. The
satin blouse was unbuttoned enough to expose her black lace bra and her soft
belly. Arms tied high above her head, legs tied spread out so she looked like
an upside-down Y. Now Hades looked at her with a critical eye.
"I bet you're wondering how this is happening, if it is real." Hades smiled.
"Trust me, it is real my dear. You see, when you painted us you gave us all a
bit of your own life. And that life grew with each painting. As it grew we
watched and we grew tired of being shut up here where no one can see us, love
us - And all because of your witch of an agent. So here's the deal, we want you
to put us in a show. No?" Hades chuckled. "Well then, perhaps we should
convince you."
That's when it began. Starting with a feather-light stroking of Cheryl's
softest paintbrushes against her feet. Bucking, behind her gag she squealed out
some giggles. The more the brushes stroked the nylon-clad soles the more she
laughed. One of the nymphs now reached out and tore the nylon from her left
foot and began to suck and tickle her toes with her tongue. Cheryl wanted to
scream. This couldn't be real, she though. A nymph? A nymph she painted no
less! Tickling her foot! But oh God - it felt so good....
Several of the aliens began to use their snake-like appendages to poke at her
belly and ribs. Cheryl twisted in vain to get away as she laughed wildly behind
her gag. Her blue eyes rolled around wildly - in fear - as the centaur began to
sweep her breasts with his tail. "No! This can't be happening!" She thought.
Yet it felt so real. Cheryl was sure she was losing her mind.
Now it seemed no part of Cheryl went untickled. Sometime during all this the
aliens ripped off Cheryl's leather skirt and her blouse and bra soon joined it
until she was wearing nothing but one nylon and a pair of red silk panties.
Fairies tickled under her with their tiny hands and wings. Elves danced around
her belly button - barely keeping on there for all her laughing and bucking,
mind you - with tiny feather-covered shoes. A leprechaun was swabbing out her
ears with a ticklish mop. Beings that came from her dreams even found ways to
tickle her scalp.
Cheryl was breathless, her panties soaking wet as she was driven into a
tickle-crazed sexual frenzy. Her face hot, trickles of sweat tickled their way
down her body. Her mind was a jumble. After all, here she lay, getting tickled
senseless by creatures of fiction. Creatures she had painted on canvases.
That's all they were, oils and watercolors. Yet right at this moment they
seemed so real. Cheryl was sure she had finally lost her mind. Next thing she
knew she'd be cutting off one of her ears and mailing it to her agent.
Just when she thought she could take no more, that she must be tickled on that
one sweet spot in the core of her womanhood or die, it stopped. Hades smiled
down at her, removing the gag. "Well, what's your answer now, my dear?"
"I'll -" Cheryl panted, "I'll do it, just please...." She couldn't take it
anymore. She had to have it - have it or die. Even if this wasn't real. It
couldn't be real. This was Hades - the Greek god of their mythical underworld!
He wasn't real! He wasn't....
With a nod to his wife, Hades allowed Persephone to cut free Cheryl's panties.
As she tickled Cheryl's armpits lightly, the nymphs softly stroked her feet.
Cheryl giggled softly even as Hades played the feather around her lower lips.
Then the fairies parted her and the feather was applied to her hot, wet jewel.
With a breathless cry, Cheryl came, blackness closing around her as her peak
was reached.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Slowly, Cheryl woke to find herself in her bed, hand buried between her legs.
The soft silk of her white nightie moved against her sensitive skin as she sat
up. A dream. All a crazy dream. Brought to life by too much wine and too little
of the indulgence of her fantasies.
It was as she reached for the phone to call Syn that Cheryl noticed it.
A feather.
Large, black, and quite stiff. Perfect for tickling.
A grin spread across Cheryl's face as she threw back the covers and stood.
Deciding to visit Syn instead. Next week she'd have a showing of her private
collection. Weather Syn wanted to or not. Cheryl picked up the feather and put
it into her purse as soon as she got dressed. Now - where did she put those
fur-lined handcuffs?
~~~~The End~~~~
~~~~Part 2~~~~
Synithia sat in her office chair - one of those new types that was suppose to
support the back and butt just right so you never felt any pain. Kicking off
her shoes, Syn propped her feet up on the desk.
Cheryl smiled to herself as she carefully locked the door behind her. Syn's
secretary just left for the day. They were alone. The Creole took a good look
at Syn's feet. They were mouth-watering. Long, not too narrow, but not too
wide, with long toes. There didn't seem to be any imperfections. The nylons Syn
wore were a light pink with a reinforced toe and heel.
"So what did you want to talk to me about, Cher?" Syn smiled, motioning to
Cheryl to have a seat, though the artist didn't sit.
Licking her lips to moisten them just a bit, Cheryl spoke. "Syn, I want a show
- for my private collection?"
"No. I'm not showing that disgusting crap to anyone. Period." Syn's smile was
gone. She regarded Cheryl coldly.
"This," Cheryl snapped, "from the woman who starred in these?" Cheryl tipped
over her large purse, dumping the contents on the desk next to Syn's feet - all
except what was in the "secret pouch." It was a pile of videos. Syn's face on
each one. All porn. All lesbian. "How can you bash my fetish when you did it
with 3 girls and a snake? Where do you get off telling me I'm sick when you did
these?"
Syn sighed, never thinking to move her feet except to kick the videos to the
floor. "I was young, broke, and stupid. I needed money quick, but I didn't feel
like giving blow jobs in alleys. Especially since I can't stand men. So I got
together with a friend and the next thing I knew -" Shrugging, she sighed. "But
it's over. Done. I got help. And you need it too, girlfriend."
During this Cheryl's hand had slipped into her bag again, opening the pouch. "I
think not." Suddenly there was a SNAP and CLICK as Cheryl locked the fur-lined
cuffs around Syn's thin ankles. Then she bounded over the desk and straddled
Syn. She bound her wrists together with some cotton rope, then gagged her, Syn
protesting the entire time. A rope around the waist and Syn was trapped.
Cheryl tied a rope around the center of the cuffs and tied that to the leg of
the desk. Then she took another part and tied it to the rope around Syn's
wrists and tied it to the heavy curtain-rod that was bolted in the wall behind
Syn. The chair reclined so Syn was utterly comfy. Well, kind of. Except for the
ropes and the gag.
Now Cheryl pulled out the black feather Hades had left her. Waving it
threateningly at Syn's feet. "Here's the deal, Syn, I'm going to show you how
fun tickling really is. Then you'll either arrange a show for my collection, or
I will make sure you never go untickled again." Carefully, Cheryl pulled up on
the toes of the left stocking, then snipped the toe off. She ripped it off the
rest of the way, so now Cheryl had one bare foot and one nylon-covered one to
play with.
Syn was sweating. No! NO! Not this! Not again! Cheryl hadn't found the last one
- the last video she had ever made. The Ticklish Detective. She had played a
detective trying to find a ring of female car-thieves. They caught her and tied
her down, naked. Then they had started to tickle her. Syn was terribly
ticklish. She thought she would go insane. Even when she begged for them to
stop filming they didn't. They just kept filming as she was tickled into one
orgasm after another. Until finally she passed out. She vowed to never be
tickled again.
A soft whimper escaped the porn-star-turned-agent as the feather was brought to
her bare toes. Very, very lightly, Cheryl began to sweep random spots of her
foot. Sometimes the top of the toes, or between, or the arch - Syn right away
began to buck and scream with laughter behind her gag.
Cheryl knew the best way to do this was to vary, be random. Switch feet, switch
spots. Sometimes tickle with fingers, sometimes with the feather that glowed
with a power of it's own. The more Syn laughed, the worst the tickling got. The
feather began to glow with a strange blue- black light and Cheryl let it go -
As she sucked, licked, nibbled, and tickled Syn's bare foot, the feather
tickled it's way up to Syn's armpits.
Syn's clothing was clinging to her from sweat. Her nipples were rock hard and
the crotch of her panties soaking wet. The woman felt both arousal and anger.
Cheryl was her friend! Syn wanted her, she would admit to that - but on her own
terms! Her own seduction! Not this way....
"Wonderful, Cheryl dear," Hades said as he appeared in the room in a flash of
blue light. "But I think we can do better." The god of the underworld motioned
to the Will-O-Wisps who surrounded Syn. The agent got a brief reprieve as the
strange little beings removed her clothing with snips of their teeny, tiny
scissors.
Now Syn was completely naked. Cheryl smiled, removing her own soaking panties
and fingering herself as she walked over, kissing Syn's forehead and giving her
ear a quick nibble, whispering in her ear, "You are so hot, Syn. And wet." The
artist began to rub Syn's clit, delighting in her friend's gagged moans. She
had to stop herself before they both came - Not yet, not just yet....
Hades now summoned the feather to him. "I may just be a painting, Synithia, but
I have feelings. So do the rest of us. We want to be loved. We want women to
buy us and hang us in their homes. And you're the one stopping this." The Greek
God turned and flung the feather away, it hung in the air before a burst of
black light came from it.
Cheryl smiled and Syn whimpered in fear at what they saw. A giant snake - made
entirely of feathers! The agent knew now she must have lost her mind. This was
all some bad dream....
Hades laughed darkly as the feather snake began it's tickle torture of Syn's
feet. While the Will- O-Wisps took care of everywhere else. Not one inch of
skin left untickled. The agent was bucking, squealing with laughter. Her face
was red and tears poured from her eyes. He nodded to Cheryl and the Creole
managed to get under Syn's legs, then parted them just enough for her head to
squeeze in. Hades laughed again as he heard the laughter mingled with moans as
Cheryl's tongue found Syn's jewel of womanhood. Playing with herself all the
while.
Syn was brought into a screaming, laughing orgasm. Then another and another.
Spots danced before her eyes. The last thing she saw was Hades standing over
her as blackness hit....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hours later Syn laid on the couch of Cheryl's apartment. The artist was sucking
on her toes. A dream. The snake and all that. It had to be a dream. Though how
Cheryl had cut her clothing into such small pieces....
"I'll do it," Syn smiled at her lover. Relaxing in the after-glow of
passionate, laughing love- making. "Next weekend, a special show, for women
only." Syn giggled as Cheryl nibbled her arch. "All for sale but Hades there."
"Oh?" Cheryl said around Syn's big toe. "What will we do with Hades and his
bride?"
"Why, give him to that neighbor downstairs." Syn grinned wickedly. "Maybe it'll
put a smile on her face."
Laughing, Cheryl crawled on top of Syn and kissed her deeply as her fingers
found Syn's ticklish ribs.
And across the room, Hades and Persephone looked to each other with a wicked
grin....
~~~~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~~~~
~Jami~
I'm BACK!
AREENACTOR
>There's a number of
>girls from my old high school I would love to tickle torture while forcing
>them
>to orgasm,
sounds a bit sick/lesbian to me. and i know you're not either, so what gives?
i'd go for gabby, and xena both to be tickled be hercules, and eolis.
all the female leads from the hercules/xena shows, to be tickled by ME!
steve
areen...@aol.com
Jami
Because it would be FUN! Forced orgasm is one of my #1 BDSM fantasies be it me
who's being forced or me forcing another woman.
>sounds a bit sick/lesbian to me. and i know you're not either, so what gives?
I'm BISEXUAL. I like BOTH men and women! And remember, some people would say
that tickling is sick! In fact my mother is always telling me I shouldn't let
myself get tickled by anyone because "it's childish."
~Jami~
I'm BACK!
Jami
and I forgot my anti-depressents this morning. So I'm all out of sorts today. I
hope you'll forgive me.
~Jami~
I'm BACK!
BumBum
really suck!!
Jami
Sally from 3rd Rock From The Sun (tickled by another woman)
Miss Information from the cartoon, Histeria tickled by Saphro, the Greek,
lesbian poet. (No kids from that show involved.)
Both the lead females from The Mummy Returns. Especially if they were in
Egyptian costume.
Becka Valentine from Andromeda tickled by the purple alien girl with the tail
and Rommie the android/ship.
Whoopi Goldberg (I just always had a thing for her for some reason.)
>Mulan (but NOT be a bad guy from the movie!)
>Aphrodite from Hercules/Xena by Gabrielle & Xena.
>Gabrielle tickled by Xena.
>Tyra Banks (But NOT be another super model! Tyra is the only super model I
>respect. All the others can go to Hell.)
>Mira from the Buzz Lightyear cartoon (but not by Buzz or Zurg, rather by
>another alien female)
>Jessica Rabbit (tickled by Roger Rabbit. Hey, she said she loved him because
>he
>made her laugh! And let's face it, when they have sex that fur HAS to tickle
>her!)
>Me. (Hey, I had to be in there somewhere. Since I've got a toon of me tickled
>by Gambit I guess it would be my other fantasy, The Phantom Of The Opera!)
>
~Jami~
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Leggy Sue
I watch Nick at Night from time to time. I love the old shows. I always
wanted to see Alice Ghostly tickle Elizabeth Montgomery. But for me the
ultimate would be to see Gilligan tied up and tickled to death by Ginger and
MaryAnn.
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Jeremy9564
>ultimate would be to see Gilligan tied up and tickled to death by Ginger and
>MaryAnn.
Oh yeah, wouldn't that be a joy! That Gilligan is a real hottie isn't he? Ha
ha ha! That's the equiv of wanting to see Gomer Pile tickled by Aunt B. Whew!
What a turn on.
Drew70
Rest.
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Sir Fuxalot
groups. It really does suck though. Like three seconds long.
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Jami
>I watch Nick at Night from time to time. I love the old shows. I always
>wanted to see Alice Ghostly tickle Elizabeth Montgomery. But for me the
>ultimate would be to see Gilligan tied up and tickled to death by Ginger and
>MaryAnn.
While I've admited before that */M tickling isn't my thing the Gilligan thing
does make me think. I admit I watch too much tv and sometimes I see things and
think "that person would be perfect to tickle." Even though I NEVER watch the
show, I'd like to see the host of Weakest Link tickled until she could no
longer say that annoying phrase! (Actually it would be cool to tickle her while
that phrase plays over and over again, over headphones, so subconiously she
will always link that phrase to her tickle torture.)
And even though the women on the show are usually skanky, just once on Jerry
Springer I'd LOVE to see Steve the security guard get one of those raging
strippers to give up the fight by giving her a vicious armpit/rib tickling. I
mean they almost always are wearing tiny little tops with all that exposed
anyway, it's the perfect tickling target!
I'd also like to see some of the women doctors on ER tickled by female nurses.
Or in Dr. Weaver's case by her former lover. Or even Dr. Weaver tying up the
psycologist and tickling her until she agrees to take Carrie back. But that one
that's dating Luca and Sally Field played her mom I'd rather not see at all.
She has such a sour attitude I bet she'd be too busy bitching about her bipolor
mom to notice she's being tickled. (I can barely put up with her on the show.
What is it about tv shows always having the woman who can't stop whining long
enough to enjoy life? First it was that nurse that was dating George Clooney's
character and had his kids and now it's this lady. Bring back Lucy from the
dead, PLEASE!)
Sometimes I wish someone would tickle Ophra so she'd shut up and stop telling
us what to read and how to live our lives!
And there's this woman on my local morning news on KTLA named Sharron Tey who
I'd LOVE to tickle while she's tied up and wearing nothing but nylons or silk
stockings (or even a nylon or silk body suit)!!!!
~Jami~
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AREENACTOR
>Rest.
now you're talking drew!
only thing better would be for me to be tickled by them!
steve
areen...@aol.com
Nod
characters on this show. This would suggest some sort of psychological
disorder, but I guess we already know that is the case with you Steve.
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AREENACTOR
>characters on this show. This would suggest some sort of psychological
>disorder, but I guess we already know that is the case with you Steve.
lmao!
steve