I have a favorite reg who likes teen phone sex and enjoys hearing all about a series of stories of me growing up. So this particular caller has requested this exceptional blog all to himself. I like to do calls with him because he loves all my tickle stories. Growing up, I lived next door to a guy who was obsessed with me. He only wanted to take photos of me and caress my body. It may sound creepy, but it wasn’t in a harmful way. All he wanted was to worship me and tickle torture me.
An older gentleman who knew he couldn’t have me because I was a tiny thing. ;) All I did was pull my shorts down, show him my bare ass and rub myself with a nice big white feather. I could see his happy meat bounce, and my giggles couldn’t contain themselves. They grew louder, and his face grew redder. The humiliation of a young princess teen laughing at his dismay was torture but pleasure at the same time. I could see his mess thru the khaki pants he had on, and he handed me a wad of benjamins, and off I went with shopping money.