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Sooooo.....do you want to come over for dinner? Ill make you a nice homemade meal, and then maybe you can tickle me until I don't remember my own name. Maybe? ☺️

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"Are you ticklish?"

Such a loaded question that makes my heart skip a beat every time 😵‍💫🫠

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“My son turned out fine”

Your son becomes a blushing and hard mess whenever I praise him or say “Good boy”

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You say my name like a warning,

and my whole body lights up. The kind of tone that makes me freeze, not from fear, but from knowing.

Knowing what’s coming. What kind of mood you’re in. What those hands are capable of when I get a little too bold, a little too mouthy, a little too me.

I pretend I’m fine. I try to act casual. But you haven’t even moved yet and my knees already feel like jelly.

And you know I know. You watch me fight to stay still, to hold onto whatever dignity I have left before it gets tickled out of me, breath by breath, gasp by giggle.

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Listen I like you a lot, but whoever keeps stealing my tools while im trying to work on projects around the house, your about to be tickled mercilessly. I mean it. Its all fun and games until I cant put the lawn mower back together.

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I mean.... if those are the rules...🫣

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What would you do if I told you to open your blouse and let me watch your stomach rise and fall? 😌

What if I touched it gently with one finger, tracing circles around your belly button?😋

*You squirm, trying to escape my grasp.*

What would you do if I told you to stay still and behave? Good boys listen when they’re told. 👩🏽‍🏫

*You blush, trying not to look into my eyes…👀*

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Rebloging because I love this so much 😍

No cuffs, no ties, just you willingly curling up in my lap so I can play with your adorable belly 🥰😈

..maybe some cuffs and ties later 🤭

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Fridays are kinda my worst Ler days because its the weekend and thats when I love to run around and be a tickle monster 😜

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I love hitting that big stretch with my arms above my head, and then fantasizing that someone is going to tickle me from behind 😅

That would absolutely melt my little heart 🥹

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What I say:

"Not there, I'm too ticklish, I can't take it!"

What I mean:

"I'm too ticklish and that's a death spot, but you should force me to take it anyway" ❕❕❕

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Saw this on instagram and it FUCKING TOOK ME OUT LMAO it’s giving ✨ @dusktexanler ✨

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Stop it, stop laughing or I'll keep tickling

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Someone just asked me to spell restaurant and my mind immediately goes into thinking "huh, that would actually be a really fun tickle game to play".

I mean cmon, can you honestly spell tomorrow, banana, encyclopedia, or any other ridiculous word I think of, while under pressure? Lol

So next time were hanging out, expect a ticklish spelling test 🤭 And for the record, I'm a terrible speller 🫠🫠🫠

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Exactly what I want as a Lee. Exactly what you will get when I Ler 😈

i need to play with a ler who’s so sadistic, that their only goal is to make me feel as much torture as possible. make me completely lose my mind and genuinely wish i didn’t get myself into this situation.

i want someone who knows every inch of my body - who takes time exploring what makes me scream, what makes me cry, what makes me beg. and use them all against me until i’m broken.

i’m craving the feeling of being so fucking scared underneath someone, because i know they’re about to ruin me. they’re about to make the next couple hours absolute hell for me.

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The night at the library

Summary: A college student runs a private blog where she writes about her belly button kink—how much she loves the feeling of it being touched and noticed. She never expected anyone to read it, until one day her professor stumbles upon it. To her shock (and excitement), he doesn’t judge her… he leans in, fully intrigued, and gives her exactly the attention she’s always fantasized about.

Keywords: belly button fetish, exposing, tickling, croptop, student/professor

I never thought anyone would read it. The blog was supposed to be private; just a little place where I could get my thoughts out. Things I didn’t feel comfortable saying out loud. Like how I enjoyed having my stomach uncovered. How it felt when someone’s breath was close to my belly button, or how nice it was when fingers lightly touched the skin around it. Stuff I never told anyone. Just quiet fantasies.

That day, I stayed late at the library, like I usually do. I was upstairs in the philosophy section, no one really goes there. I wore my favorite crop top again, the one that shows everything: my stomach, my waist, and right in the middle, my belly button.

It felt a little bold. But it also felt right.

I had just finished writing a short fantasy kink post on my blog, then closed my laptop halfway to return a book. I was only gone for a minute.

But when I came back…

He was there.

Professor Ward. My lit professor. Tall, sharp jawline, dark eyes—honestly way too attractive. And he was standing over my laptop. Reading it.

I froze. Couldn’t even breathe.

He looked up at me slowly. Then his eyes dropped right to my stomach. He didn’t look away.

I tried to pull my top down. Suddenly I felt shy and awkward.

He gave me this small smile. “Trying to hide it now?”

My face was burning.

“I—I didn’t mean to leave my laptop open…”

“It’s fine,” he said. His eyes were still focused on my stomach. “Actually… I think it’s really interesting.”

I took a step back, my heart beating fast. “It’s just silly writing. Just fantasies.”

He stepped closer. “Fantasies can be more honest than anything else.”

I reached for the bottom of my shirt again, but he gently grabbed my wrist.

“Don’t,” he said, voice low. “You wrote about wanting to be seen. So let me.”

I couldn’t move. Just stood there.

He looked at my belly again. His voice dropped, and he gave a soft laugh.

“You have the most perfect little belly button,” he said. “Do you know how distracting that is? All semester, you’ve been hiding it under sweaters. And now…” He reached out and slowly traced around my navel with one finger. I gasped. My stomach twitched. I bit my lip.

“Sensitive?” he asked, smiling a little.

I nodded, my face warm.

He came even closer, his hands resting on my waist. “You wrote about that too, didn’t you?” His thumbs moved slowly in circles, getting closer to the center. “You like being teased here.”

I shook slightly as his fingers crept toward my belly button. When they got there, he started to play with it; gentle and slow touches.

Soft circles. Light tickles. He dipped his fingertip in just enough to make me squirm.

“Professor…please…” I whispered, giggling a little, but also overwhelmed.

“Please what?” he asked, now just inches from my stomach. “Do you want me to stop… or keep going?”

He kissed just beside my belly button. Then again. Then a soft, slow lick right across it.

I gasped again, my body tensing.

“You don’t know what this is doing to me,” he said, his voice lower, rougher. “Just seeing you react like this…”

He licked again, this time deeper, and I let out a quiet moan, grabbing the bookshelf to stay upright.

He looked up at me. “This isn’t silly. It’s beautiful. I could stay here for hours.”

He pressed his mouth against my belly again…kissing it slowly, savoring every inch before plunging his tongue deep into my belly button. I cried out, clinging to his shoulders.

“You said you wanted someone to worship it,” he said between kisses.

“Well…”

He licked again. Slowly. Deeply. Lovingly.

“I can help with that…” he said.

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