Feather Tickler (Black)

The most glorious sensation trailing down my spine. The softest caress of feathers dances upon my skin. How is it possible that something so light can stir up such desire?

I am lying on my stomach, my limbs securely fastened to each post of the bed. All my senses are burning. Sir pauses for agonizing seconds. Then I feel it. The most glorious sensation trailing down my spine. The softest caress of feathers dances upon my skin. How is it possible that something so light can stir up such desire?