First, she needed the extra money we offered her to cover for books and other expenses. Second, and most important, she had long wanted to explore a l...fe-long obsession, so personal and so unusual for her, that she couldn't bring herself to even discuss it with her closest friends. That obsession was tickling.We understood Diane's feelings about the subject, being ticklers ourselves. But the one thing Elise and I have learned, is that life is too short for secrets and that, ultimately, there. He means kinky. And I know what kind of kinky stuff he likes. I caught him once, two or three years ago, looking at some porn on the Internet. When I came into the basement, he couldn’t get the screen turned off fast enough and I caught a glimpse of a woman tied up with rope and leather straps. That might be the kind of thing that he wants but I know that it’s not the kind of thing that I want. Simple, ordinary sex is good enough for me. Get in, get out, and get to sleep. That’s what gave us. We both held each other as she helped my penis enter her virgin pussy. It was tight as I expected. I gave her a few strokes before I finally entered. She was feeling the pain as tears rolled out. The caring boyfriend in me licked her face all over and locked her lips as both of us helped the strokes. The desire to have sex had been developing for so long and there wasn’t a single moment that lacked passion.The intensity of strokes was high and she took on the pain for the pleasure it gave. I. I see Nick's body lying next to me. He sleeps so peacefully. I slip out of the bed and go into the kitchen and make come coffee. I slip back into the bedroom. I look at Nick again. I could test my plan out right now and see if he trusts me enough to let me tie him to the bed. I would hate to set out a plan to kidnap him and find out he doesn't even like it. I slip over to the side of the bed and slowly pull open up the bottom drawer. I look down at the rope in the black bag that I have my stuff.