My Tickle Torture Experience, Part 1This is a recount of a very intense tickling session I decided to do with a very hot guy I dated for a while, who shared my tickle fetish. This guy was gorgeous; short, dark hair, blue eyes, charming smile, toned body...I wanted to let him have fun with me, lol.My Tickle Torture Experience, Part 113 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He asked a lot to tickle me tied down, because I was always able to stop him physically when he tickled me playfully. I was nervous about it, but to be honest, his level of hotness leaned me towards doing it...and I really liked him. He wanted to exploit how ticklish I am without me being able to stop him, so I was nervous about saying yes for a while.
So. One afternoon, I decided, ah hell, why not. We both had bondage gear and we did it at his house. I was wearing a singlet, board shorts, and shoes and socks that day. I was slightly sweaty because it's hot where I live, so I was hyper ticklish as always.
I was laughing nervously the whole way to his room, but he already had his shirt off so I was a bit excited already. He had
Over Thinking - Thor x ReaderOver Thinking - Thor x Reader1 day ago in General Fiction More Like This
The soft sobs filled the empty space of the shared floor that Thor was on. They were quiet and delicate and, if he was being honest with himself, heartbreaking.
There were only two other people on this floor that he shared, and the crying was too feminine and delicate to be Loki's.
The God of Thunder crept his way through the hallway until he found the room across from his own. The sobs were muffled by the wooden barrier before him and, with what he assumed to be, a pillow. He knocks on the door but is met with no reply. He knocks once again and, this time, he is met with a muffled,
"It is I, Thor," He booms. "I want to make sure that you are okay, Lady (Y/N)."
"I'm fine," She replies. "Just, just go away!"
Thor stands in front of the door, his feet shuffling against the hardwood flooring until he reaches down to the door handle and enters the bedroom. The sight that he his met with is one that he did not believe that he would ever see.
The blue duvet lays scrunched up on th