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Just a stranger on a bus

@sentinelq

Bi switch. 30m, EU. Minor/Blank blog = Block I write stories that make girls dream and boys beg. Be nice.

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Hey. Just a guy writing stuff. Feel free to say hi.

Bi for Femboys/Twinks.

Interested in making friends!

Minors/Ageless DNI. I write longer stories which you can find all my stories under the tag #SQScenario.

I also accept story commissions 1000 words = 10$

2000 words = 18$

3000 words = 27$

*Updated 4/2025

The dream revenge tickling scenario vs a ticklish guy, where the kinky friend who's straddling his chest and trying to hold him down is beautifully ignorant that the reason he's struggling so much is...

because you're down there tickling his inner thighs and intentionally randomly drip-feeding him 3 seconds of the wettest, sloppiest tickle-sucking he's ever had, keeping him torturously leaking and needy as your friend is barely keeping his arms down and asking him "what's the matter? Is someone ticklishhh??"

The dream of tying a guy to his bed then lifting his legs up and sitting on his thighs, pinning his knees to his chest before tying his ankles to the bedpost as well.

Then amusing yourself by tickling his exposed soles, babytalking him through his domination and gleefully smirking at him while reaching back with one hand to let him experience relief by rubbing him up and down for a few seconds. Intentionally keeping his as hard as possible while he's forced to giggle.

After all, what beats humiliating a ticklish guy by calling him "such a good boy" as you give him a handjob and mercilessly scratch up and down his helpless soles while begging you to "please" like a cute little puppy?

"Please... what? Let you cum? Tickles? You want some tickles? Goood boooy! Let's coochie coochie coo that ticklish tip juuust until you precum and focus on those tied up big "prey feet", okay puppy?"

FYI, because apparently this needs to be said, don't come into my DMs asking for more personal information than you'll already find in my pinned. If it were something I'm willing to share with a stranger, it'd already be there.

Especially not if we've literally never exchanged a single word and this is the first thing you ask.

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Not me kidnapping you from the shower into a closed gym, strapping you down to the leg squeeze machine with your hands tied behind your back and the weight to max, leaving you unable to close your legs and completely defenceless.

Grabbing two small makeup brushes and deciding to play a game. Seeing what I can make leak more, your drooling gagged mouth or your helpless pussy after I open up your lips and "coochie coochie coo" your sensitive, ticklish insides until you're so needy you drip your submission and surrender all over the seat.

Looking at me with tears in your eyes and wrists straining against their bondage, as I smile and *brush, brush, brush* your pink pussy into a leaky faucet.

Your legs desperately trying to close while your mouth forcefully laughs and the your needy hormones start running down your leg.

Either way, I'm going to milk everything out of you, over and over and over, with the cruelty of each brushing stroke.

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I always loved the idea of spreader bars.

Imagine being disciplined with one, a feather running from your feet to your inner thighs and slowly making its way up.

Poor thing, can't close your legs? What a shame, guess I'll have to feather you up and down, up and down.

Not me kidnapping you from the shower into a closed gym, strapping you down to the leg squeeze machine with your hands tied behind your back and the weight to max, leaving you unable to close your legs and completely defenceless.

Grabbing two small makeup brushes and deciding to play a game. Seeing what I can make leak more, your drooling gagged mouth or your helpless pussy after I open up your lips and "coochie coochie coo" your sensitive, ticklish insides until you're so needy you drip your submission and surrender all over the seat.

Looking at me with tears in your eyes and wrists straining against their bondage, as I smile and *brush, brush, brush* your pink pussy into a leaky faucet.

Your legs desperately trying to close while your mouth forcefully laughs and your needy hormones start running down your leg.

Either way, I'm going to milk everything out of you, over and over and over, with the cruelty of each brushing stroke.

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"Male, Ultra-sadistic hyperDom Ler, call me "master", if it lives I will tickletorture it"

"Time for your punishment little kitten, put those meaty feet straight into daddy's halitosis mouth or I'm gonna tickle you until my DOM fingers get you all preggy beggy, OK slave? Dom Daddy's drank an entire can of monster so I'm extra horny to bread and pregante you, ok sweaty?"

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Confession time...

Please re-blog this if it is okay to anonymously confess a fantasy to you.

How hot is it to have your wrists held above your head, armpits stretched and completely defenceless, and having to hear someone say "coochie coochie coooo" while softly trailing just one finger in your sensitive hollows and forcing you to smile, giggle and lose your composure while making eye contact?

Even more embarassing when they force you to watch them lower their head and start exploring your remaining armpit with their warm, tickly tongue.

So occupied by the humiliation of being tickled and babytalked, you don't even notice the hand gone from your armpit. Feeling completely shocked when you realize you're being rubbed to ticklish orgasm while you giggle and moan like a helpless little girl.

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Mean girls - FF/M

The ingenuity of girls when it comes to tickle torturing an overconfident guy can be so... simple yet so cruel.

Tied down, his worst spots trailed upon and explored until he's hard. It feels so good. That's what he thinks.

Reward? For him? Is his thought when his cock is smothered inside one of the girls D cups.

But they're not moving. Those soft, teasing pillows are only there to hold his weakest spot still, as a feather's tip descends upon his cock's own. Breaking into laughter, he hears the condescending "awww, poor baby is ticklishhhh" of the girl holding his sensitive, wet glans hostage.

Maintaining eye contact, the feather humiliates the poor guy by eliciting giggles and desperately thrashing around, inevitably thrusting up and down his soft, smooth and embarassingly stimulating prison.

The girls seemed to be enjoying this oh so much. "Awww, are you taking advantage of meee? Giving yourself a titjob? Shame on you." Nodding to her friend who drove the point home by sawing the feather's sides right in the middle of his leaking cock's tip.

"You're right, what a shamelessly horny boy" Teasing even further by reaching below for "motivation", keeping him squirming, bucking, thrusting. A single fingernail on his balls, a caustic verbal tease "coochie coochie coooo" was all it took for his body to betray him, a ticklegasm bursting all over his captor's breasts, chest and chin.

"I think this doggy needs some training".

"You're right, let's see if we can't get him to last longer by tomorrow"

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