Laughter, Lust, and Loss of Control

Laughter, Lust, and Loss of Control: Tickled Pink

Hello, naughty ones. I’m hosting a small get-together next week. And that made me think of a very different party I attended not too many moons ago when one of my BFFs made me her plus-one. That sort of shindig wasn’t on my to-do list. However, it turned out to be the perfect cocktail of laughter, lust, and loss of control.

It all started when I met Owen—about six feet of sexiness and a slow smile—and he asked me one question: “Ever been edged by laughter?” I don’t remember saying no. But I do remember being led by the wrist into a velvet-curtained room.

He Promised I Could Stop Anytime

But he also promised I wouldn’t want to. Then I felt my wrists being cuffed and stretched above my head. My ankles were next, strapped wide apart.  But it was the blindfold that made my pulse quicken. Without it, I could at least flinch or brace for the next touch. With it, I was at his mercy and soon found myself experiencing laughter, lust, and loss of control.

At first, there was just silence followed by footsteps, soft chuckles, and whispering—all of which had my heart hammering in my chest at that point. Still, I tried to keep cool. But the moment I felt that first brush of fingertips, just under my arm, I almost levitated.

Laughter bubbled up from me immediately. I couldn’t tell if I felt hands next, or feathers, or maybe even brushes. But I swear, something electric danced over my feet while something else skimmed my ribs. Then it was under my knees and along my inner thighs.

Succumbing To Laughter, Lust, And Loss Of Control

My whole body tensed and twisted, and I couldn’t defend myself. Yet in some strange way, I didn’t want to. That kind of tease, where pleasure danced just out of reach and my body turned traitor, was addictive. My laughter seemed to betray my need, and I kept losing track of how long I’d been squirming and begging for both relief and release.

That’s the oddest part of tickling: it breaks you. And I’m not talking pain, I mean the laughter, lust, and loss of control breaks you via sensory overload. One second, you’re bracing for your sides to be tickled, only for them to go for your exposed palms or the soles of your feet instead. Or they may tease around your belly button. Or worse, between your legs.

They Knew Exactly What They Were Doing

One of them forbade me to come right as another blew warm air across my ear, and something feather-like danced across my hard nipples. Someone else flicked my clit.

That mix of arousal and desperation drove me crazy. But rather than get me off, they kept teasing me, never letting me tip over that edge. And I realized that enjoying laughter, lust, and loss of control all at the same time is a sexy mindfuck of a thousand touches that never go where you need them most.

I still don’t know who all was tickling me that night. However, I’ve seen some of the people at that party since. And every time I get a lingering look from one of them, I wonder: were you one of the ticklers because I’m all for more laughter, lust, and loss of control.

Ever been to a play party? Tell me about it. I’m just a phone call away. Also, be sure to read my previous naughty confession: My POV Present for Him.

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