I’ve always had a burning desire to tickle a girl. I have no idea where it comes from, but from the time I started masturbating I fantasized about bondage tickling. My orgasms were always best when I imagined having a girl alone, in a cave or in the woods, tied spread-eagled on the ground or otherwise restrained, with me tormenting her with soft, delicate tickling, the kind that is right on the borderline of being tolerable.

I always imagined my “victim” liking it, wanting me to do this to her, and that whenever I stopped she would beg for more. Every gal in my neighborhood passed through my fantasy, ending up tied to my bed and screaming in helpless laughter as I tickled the mysterious place between her legs.

How dearly I remember my first date with Iris, who turned out to be my fantasy girl come... Leer Más