So, she thinks she can get away from the rabbit by running away and hiding for the week. Nice try, honey, but I’m immune to the mind games. See, I’ve been waiting for nine months… I’m virtually a "tickle camel" at this point, so one more week is like blue on black. Besides, I can be there the moment you come back to Supreme….
And wouldn’t you know… I am.
Ms. Lilith comes to fetch me out of the waiting room. She’s looking so fine, and she’s smiling like she’s actually glad to see me. Well, me or the requisite sacrifice (mutilated biscuits in frozen dairy). Hellos are brief as she takes me to the room, and once there, her disposition changes. It’s not a change in her pleasantness… it’s a change in aggression. I’m not great with messages, but this one is so clear that even I understand. She’s the Alpha. And I think she’s decided that she wants to have S-E-C-S with me.
Well, ok, not “wants to” – let’s not get all stoopid or anything – but she’s sure fixin’ to anyways. And I’m surprisingly o.k. with that.
But first, she pushes me into the shower. And when she comes back… she tells me to lie on my belly so she can give me a backrub.
What what what???
“No”, I say, “touch me”. “Backrub”, she says. “Touch me”, I respond while thrusting my naughty area towards her. “Backrub”, she says, with her grin getting more and more mischievous as she backs away. “Touuuuuch meeee”, I whine, scooting on my butt towards her, all the while still thrusting my delicates in her direction. And this continues for a while. Me scooting/thrusting/begging… her playing the role of dingus matador. And eventually… I get too tired to scoot.
So I’m lying on my back staring at myself in the mirrors on the roof (mostly in horror, I should say … I’m not sure that those are a particularly good idea), tired and frustrated, and I see Ms. Lilith’s pretty face, complete with blonde halo, grinning down at me, openly flaunting her ownership. “Backrub.”, she says. “Backrub.” I say, as I turn over. And despite her claims to the contrary… she’s pretty good at it.
After a while, she appears to be bored of only toying with my body. So she turns me over, and begins to frick with me in all new kinds of ways. The touches. The licks. The suggestions (oh, the suggestions…). Predictably, I squirm a little, but I’m pretty sure that’s what she wants… so I resist. And in a last ditch effort to save myself from spiraling down in a vortex of compliant neediness, I try to sit up. She looks at me quizzically, and like the idiot that I am, I actually tell her the truth… that I’m trying to resist her considerable charms, and keep from falling completely under witchy will.
A move slightly less thought through than poking a sleeping badger in the forehead with your pecker. Because apparently, in certain wonderfully complex and beautiful minds, such moves of emotional self preservation can be perceived as a “challenge”. I’m literally nose to nose with one of this continent’s most dangerous “mind ticklers”, and I just threw down a gauntlet daring her to mess with my brain.
And her response? A show of force. Grasping me by the ears, crushing herself against me… heavy, needy breathing… moans, whispers, pleads… very, very, very, very, very convincing, and the kind of brilliant that can’t be adequately described… but it’s still impossible to be genuine, and because of that fact alone, she still doesn’t get the capitulation from me that she’s looking for.
So she Kissed me.
And there it was. The towel was tossed into the ring. The white flag was flown. She can make me do whatever she wants. She can make me feel whatever she wants. I am terrified, but I am also fully and completely at her mercy. Go ahead, Ms. Lilith - bolt me down, and... f#ck… my… head.
She's a magnanimous victor, though, because she only flaunts it over me for a moment or two... and once she claims her “spoils” (never a more accurate description, by the way), she completely ravished me for every remaining second of our time. In fact, if I knew that this was how “losing” would be, I’d have given up long before we even started…
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Ms. Lilith. I’m scared of how much I dig this one….
Happy thumping, all!
P.S. Despite the (completely accurate) "game playing" imagery I associate with Ms. Lilith, I should reinforce that it's clearly intended in the good way... playful and fun. Ms. Lilith is sweet, bright, witty, gorgeous, and brilliant company in every respect, and I believe she honestly wants to offer the best time she can. But still - make no mistake... as incredible as she is at body tickling, it’s all about the mind tickle with her…
And wouldn’t you know… I am.
Ms. Lilith comes to fetch me out of the waiting room. She’s looking so fine, and she’s smiling like she’s actually glad to see me. Well, me or the requisite sacrifice (mutilated biscuits in frozen dairy). Hellos are brief as she takes me to the room, and once there, her disposition changes. It’s not a change in her pleasantness… it’s a change in aggression. I’m not great with messages, but this one is so clear that even I understand. She’s the Alpha. And I think she’s decided that she wants to have S-E-C-S with me.
Well, ok, not “wants to” – let’s not get all stoopid or anything – but she’s sure fixin’ to anyways. And I’m surprisingly o.k. with that.
But first, she pushes me into the shower. And when she comes back… she tells me to lie on my belly so she can give me a backrub.
What what what???
“No”, I say, “touch me”. “Backrub”, she says. “Touch me”, I respond while thrusting my naughty area towards her. “Backrub”, she says, with her grin getting more and more mischievous as she backs away. “Touuuuuch meeee”, I whine, scooting on my butt towards her, all the while still thrusting my delicates in her direction. And this continues for a while. Me scooting/thrusting/begging… her playing the role of dingus matador. And eventually… I get too tired to scoot.
So I’m lying on my back staring at myself in the mirrors on the roof (mostly in horror, I should say
… I’m not sure that those are a particularly good idea), tired and frustrated, and I see Ms. Lilith’s pretty face, complete with blonde halo, grinning down at me, openly flaunting her ownership. “Backrub.”, she says. “Backrub.” I say, as I turn over. And despite her claims to the contrary… she’s pretty good at it. After a while, she appears to be bored of only toying with my body. So she turns me over, and begins to frick with me in all new kinds of ways. The touches. The licks. The suggestions (oh, the suggestions…). Predictably, I squirm a little, but I’m pretty sure that’s what she wants… so I resist. And in a last ditch effort to save myself from spiraling down in a vortex of compliant neediness, I try to sit up. She looks at me quizzically, and like the idiot that I am, I actually tell her the truth… that I’m trying to resist her considerable charms, and keep from falling completely under witchy will.
A move slightly less thought through than poking a sleeping badger in the forehead with your pecker. Because apparently, in certain wonderfully complex and beautiful minds, such moves of emotional self preservation can be perceived as a “challenge”. I’m literally nose to nose with one of this continent’s most dangerous “mind ticklers”, and I just threw down a gauntlet daring her to mess with my brain.
And her response? A show of force. Grasping me by the ears, crushing herself against me… heavy, needy breathing… moans, whispers, pleads… very, very, very, very, very convincing, and the kind of brilliant that can’t be adequately described… but it’s still impossible to be genuine, and because of that fact alone, she still doesn’t get the capitulation from me that she’s looking for.
So she Kissed me.
And there it was. The towel was tossed into the ring. The white flag was flown. She can make me do whatever she wants. She can make me feel whatever she wants. I am terrified, but I am also fully and completely at her mercy. Go ahead, Ms. Lilith - bolt me down, and... f#ck… my… head.
She's a magnanimous victor, though, because she only flaunts it over me for a moment or two... and once she claims her “spoils” (never a more accurate description, by the way), she completely ravished me for every remaining second of our time. In fact, if I knew that this was how “losing” would be, I’d have given up long before we even started…
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Ms. Lilith. I’m scared of how much I dig this one….
Happy thumping, all!
P.S. Despite the (completely accurate) "game playing" imagery I associate with Ms. Lilith, I should reinforce that it's clearly intended in the good way... playful and fun. Ms. Lilith is sweet, bright, witty, gorgeous, and brilliant company in every respect, and I believe she honestly wants to offer the best time she can. But still - make no mistake... as incredible as she is at body tickling, it’s all about the mind tickle with her…
