jersey_tickler
2nd Level Red Feather
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Well my friends, JT has gotten another crazy idea in his head for a story. I'm not saying I'm going to do it, at least not now with my schedule for the summer quite full. Any aspiring writers out there can feel free to take this off my hands if they want it. If not, no worries, I'm sure I can get to it before 2011 lol
Wouldn't it be cool if there was a story where people could walk through a mirror, looking different in appearence or clothing like in The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnuruss. What if in going through the mirror, it would create a world that would bring your fears or fantasies alive, but instead used them against you in a tickling scenario
For example.
One time I dreamed that I was grabbed by a giant hand and then I was placed on a train. During the train ride, I the train, the top hatch would open and Rosie O'Donnell decided to chase me throughout the train with the help of Signourney Weaver and Sheri Moon Zombie. Then when I was caught, the train went through a dark tunnel. In pitch black I felt them tearing off my clothes. When the train came out of the tunnel I was in my boxer briefs, laying on a table with my wrists and ankles tied with the women starring down at me while giggling to themselves. And well I'm sure you know what happened next lol.
But wouldn't something like that be cool, where our dreams or nightmares conjoin with our love for tickling and manifest into the most bizarre of scenarios?
Wouldn't it be cool if there was a story where people could walk through a mirror, looking different in appearence or clothing like in The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnuruss. What if in going through the mirror, it would create a world that would bring your fears or fantasies alive, but instead used them against you in a tickling scenario
For example.
One time I dreamed that I was grabbed by a giant hand and then I was placed on a train. During the train ride, I the train, the top hatch would open and Rosie O'Donnell decided to chase me throughout the train with the help of Signourney Weaver and Sheri Moon Zombie. Then when I was caught, the train went through a dark tunnel. In pitch black I felt them tearing off my clothes. When the train came out of the tunnel I was in my boxer briefs, laying on a table with my wrists and ankles tied with the women starring down at me while giggling to themselves. And well I'm sure you know what happened next lol.
But wouldn't something like that be cool, where our dreams or nightmares conjoin with our love for tickling and manifest into the most bizarre of scenarios?
