As the youngest of three girls, I was often teased by my older sisters. I don't like that kind of teasing.
But there's another kind of teasing I like very much indeed. Here's the way it goes:
Usually I'm naked. Or mostly naked. And my whole body is quivering for that first touch. I know I'm going to get what I want in the end, but the path to the ultimate pleasure will be slooow, with lots of excruciatingly delicious pauses along the way. And with each stop comes a question, swirling through my head as I sigh and squirm and beg--what will he do next? Only he knows, though eventually, I learn the answer, too, with the soft, wet suck of his lips on my nipple, the carefully calibrated slap on my vulva.
It's been a deliciously long, lingering journey as we've blog-hopped through the spice rack with our Spicy Sunday blog tour. But the finale is going to finish the festivities with a great big bang. I know who's going to send us off in style. And so does Marina St. Clare. If you head over there with your tickler (a French one might do the trick), she might tell. But I'm not telling, not yet. I want to hear your sighs, your pleas. I want to see you squirm.
How far are you willing to go to get your answer?