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It was just after five but the last of Sasha's reports had already found their way to her boss's desk. There were still a number of calls to be made, but the bulk of her work was done for the night. She leaned back in her chair, kicked her feet up on the desk and picked up the phone.
Brandon, Sasha's husband, stood waiting in the doorway.
"You know, Sash, you don't really have to do everything in one night."
"Ssshhhh!"
"Oh, please! You're on hold."
"Do I bother you when you're at work?"
He could think of a number of times in the last month, alone…
Sasha kept various photos and trinkets on her bookcase. These were the odd bits and bobs that reminded her of home and made her office more then just a place of business. As Brandon's eyes drifted over them, his attention settled on a picture from last Halloween Night.
The community had set up all sorts of spooky attractions and Sasha had convinced him to pose for a photo with his paws locked in stocks and his arms chained above his head. Not surprisingly, she'd been planning a bit more then a simple photo shoot.
It was in his nature to be vindictive, even over silly things. In light of her current position, Brandon decided now was the perfect time for a little payback…
Sasha watched as her husband gestured at her boots. He acted as if he were scolding her, brushing away imaginary dirt and wagged his finger in her direction.
"Gees, since when do you care about a little dust?"
"If you want to put your feet up, let me take your boots off. You'll be more comfortable that way, anyway."
She rolled her eyes and lifted her heels just long enough for him to draw them from her feet. With her boots no longer a problem, she crossed her legs and leaned back in the chair.
"There," she whispered, "you happy?"
A smile spread across Brand's face.
"Very!"
Brand ran a blunt claw up from heel to toe and chuckled as she jerked away.
"Cut it out!" Sasha cried. "Mr. Johansson's my best informant."
"I would say so! The old codger's got nothing better to do but spy on everyone else!"
He hooked a finger into the cuff of her sock and began toying with the elastic.
"Do you remember last Halloween?"
Her eyes went wide.
"No! Not now! Not like this!"
The sock was already down over her heel. His index finger glided up her sole as he slipped it off her toes and let it fall to the floor. Her leg reflexively wrenched back but he managed to catch hold before she could get away.
"Please! You… Oh, yes, this is detective… Haha! Wolf!"
The sensation hit her like a thunderbolt! He'd taken one of the writing quills from the bookcase and was putting it to better use. Her toes curled and her hand clasped over the mouth piece.
"Wolf… Haha!"
Brandon stopped long enough to let her get the conversation rolling before redoubling his efforts to make her squeal. Sasha giggled and stumbled over words, all the while fighting to maintain her image.
"Mr. Johansson… Hehe… I'm very sorry… No! I'm not laughing at you, sir!"
While Brandon held one foot firmly in his grasp, she tried desperately to kick him with the other. He kept his head just out of reach and ran the feather between her toes.
"You know, Sasha, if you aren't careful, you'll end up on the floor!"
He was right. She couldn't get enough leverage to pull her foot away and if he were to let go, she'd fall over backwards. She could think of only one thing to do…
Sasha slammed the heel of her stockinged paw into her husband's wrist. He yelped in pain and lost his grasp. She swung her legs around and planted her paws squarely behind her desk.
"I'm sorry for that rather… unusual outburst. No sir, I've got everything under control. It was only a minor bother…"
Wolf stuck his tongue out.
"Spoil sport!"
Sasha rolled her eyes.
"Mr. Johansson, I'm very sorry. I'll call you back at a better time… Yes, thank you for understanding."
With the receiver back on its cradle, Sasha turned her attention back to her husband.
"I'm sorry… Did I hurt you?"
Brandon was shocked at her sudden change in tone.
"No, not really…"
"You know I like having my paws played with, but there's a time and a place for it. That just wasn't the right time…"
A smile hovered at the corners of his mouth.
"But now?"
"Now? Now is good…"
Brandon, Sasha's husband, stood waiting in the doorway.
"You know, Sash, you don't really have to do everything in one night."
"Ssshhhh!"
"Oh, please! You're on hold."
"Do I bother you when you're at work?"
He could think of a number of times in the last month, alone…
Sasha kept various photos and trinkets on her bookcase. These were the odd bits and bobs that reminded her of home and made her office more then just a place of business. As Brandon's eyes drifted over them, his attention settled on a picture from last Halloween Night.
The community had set up all sorts of spooky attractions and Sasha had convinced him to pose for a photo with his paws locked in stocks and his arms chained above his head. Not surprisingly, she'd been planning a bit more then a simple photo shoot.
It was in his nature to be vindictive, even over silly things. In light of her current position, Brandon decided now was the perfect time for a little payback…
Sasha watched as her husband gestured at her boots. He acted as if he were scolding her, brushing away imaginary dirt and wagged his finger in her direction.
"Gees, since when do you care about a little dust?"
"If you want to put your feet up, let me take your boots off. You'll be more comfortable that way, anyway."
She rolled her eyes and lifted her heels just long enough for him to draw them from her feet. With her boots no longer a problem, she crossed her legs and leaned back in the chair.
"There," she whispered, "you happy?"
A smile spread across Brand's face.
"Very!"
Brand ran a blunt claw up from heel to toe and chuckled as she jerked away.
"Cut it out!" Sasha cried. "Mr. Johansson's my best informant."
"I would say so! The old codger's got nothing better to do but spy on everyone else!"
He hooked a finger into the cuff of her sock and began toying with the elastic.
"Do you remember last Halloween?"
Her eyes went wide.
"No! Not now! Not like this!"
The sock was already down over her heel. His index finger glided up her sole as he slipped it off her toes and let it fall to the floor. Her leg reflexively wrenched back but he managed to catch hold before she could get away.
"Please! You… Oh, yes, this is detective… Haha! Wolf!"
The sensation hit her like a thunderbolt! He'd taken one of the writing quills from the bookcase and was putting it to better use. Her toes curled and her hand clasped over the mouth piece.
"Wolf… Haha!"
Brandon stopped long enough to let her get the conversation rolling before redoubling his efforts to make her squeal. Sasha giggled and stumbled over words, all the while fighting to maintain her image.
"Mr. Johansson… Hehe… I'm very sorry… No! I'm not laughing at you, sir!"
While Brandon held one foot firmly in his grasp, she tried desperately to kick him with the other. He kept his head just out of reach and ran the feather between her toes.
"You know, Sasha, if you aren't careful, you'll end up on the floor!"
He was right. She couldn't get enough leverage to pull her foot away and if he were to let go, she'd fall over backwards. She could think of only one thing to do…
Sasha slammed the heel of her stockinged paw into her husband's wrist. He yelped in pain and lost his grasp. She swung her legs around and planted her paws squarely behind her desk.
"I'm sorry for that rather… unusual outburst. No sir, I've got everything under control. It was only a minor bother…"
Wolf stuck his tongue out.
"Spoil sport!"
Sasha rolled her eyes.
"Mr. Johansson, I'm very sorry. I'll call you back at a better time… Yes, thank you for understanding."
With the receiver back on its cradle, Sasha turned her attention back to her husband.
"I'm sorry… Did I hurt you?"
Brandon was shocked at her sudden change in tone.
"No, not really…"
"You know I like having my paws played with, but there's a time and a place for it. That just wasn't the right time…"
A smile hovered at the corners of his mouth.
"But now?"
"Now? Now is good…"
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As has been previously stated, there isn’t nearly enough casework to justify having officers assigned exclusively to any specialized unit. As such, Blackthorn City’s Terror Hindrance Organization and Rescue Network is comprised of specialists drawn from the other departments within the force.
Sasha works in homicide. Because of her specialist stature, she has her own office and tends to keep to herself. She’s better off that way; what with all the rumors going around…
You see, Sasha’s husband is a captain; the one in charge of THORN. On more then one occasion, it’s been suggested that her position is due entirely to his favor. That’s simply not the case. Detective Wolf is an exceptional officer and does her best to maintain her professionalism even when faced with the most stressful of situations…
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Yeah… Just to set the record strait, when Wolf tickles Sasha and vise versa, the two aren’t doing so for sexual gratification. It’s just something that both enjoy: a game they play. You can take it as a bit of a power struggle, if you like. Both of them trade places at dominant and submissive roles and neither stays on top for very long before the other knocks them back down to size. That’s just how they roll!
The rest of the stories, for the most part, address tickling as a somewhat intimate activity or as playful fun. As far as the intimacy is concerned, it has more to do with trust than anything else. When you willing let someone handle your feet, you’re essentially saying that you trust them not to hurt you. You’ve decided not to run away.
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Artwork commissioned from
Brandon and Sasha Wolf © Brandon Kosinski
Sasha works in homicide. Because of her specialist stature, she has her own office and tends to keep to herself. She’s better off that way; what with all the rumors going around…
You see, Sasha’s husband is a captain; the one in charge of THORN. On more then one occasion, it’s been suggested that her position is due entirely to his favor. That’s simply not the case. Detective Wolf is an exceptional officer and does her best to maintain her professionalism even when faced with the most stressful of situations…
_________________________________________________
Yeah… Just to set the record strait, when Wolf tickles Sasha and vise versa, the two aren’t doing so for sexual gratification. It’s just something that both enjoy: a game they play. You can take it as a bit of a power struggle, if you like. Both of them trade places at dominant and submissive roles and neither stays on top for very long before the other knocks them back down to size. That’s just how they roll!
The rest of the stories, for the most part, address tickling as a somewhat intimate activity or as playful fun. As far as the intimacy is concerned, it has more to do with trust than anything else. When you willing let someone handle your feet, you’re essentially saying that you trust them not to hurt you. You’ve decided not to run away.
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Artwork commissioned from
Brandon and Sasha Wolf © Brandon Kosinski
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My my. What big paws ms. wolf has, eh?