Cheshire Cat
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Hey people. In the spirit of the "ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer game" I want to try and make another thread that will last a really f*cking long time, but this one tickling related. These kinds of posts are good for the tickling community because they bring people together in a positive way, rather then a heated debate with flaming and bashing each other. Well anyway...
Remember when you were kids and would play that game where one person started telling a story, stop, and then the next person will pick up? Lets do the same here! I'm going to start telling a story. I say 2-4 paragraphs would work for length before passing it forth to the next person. And dont be shy to be creative! Add in new characters! Skew the existing plot off track in a random direction!:
ex: As she exited the haunted sorority house.....*changes to a new writer here*.....ALIENS ATTACKED!
And if you darker individuals would like to tickle the characters to death, sending them to tickle hell, so be it. The next writer could figure out a way to bring them back.....you see what I'm getting at. Its the idea of each persons unique style of writing all being mixed together that will make this really cool. Some are more serious and forboding, other more whimsical and light hearted. If you want to ad in foot fetish material or extreme bondage, go ahead. Hell if you want everyone to go through a dimensional portal and turn into furries, GO FOR IT! If your thing is art rather then writing, pick a good scene and do an illustration. In order to avoid two people picking up on the same spot in the story, just make a reply post calling dibs on that spot and then edit the post to write the story.
ex: "I call dibs on part 5"
This way people will wait till its done before continuing the story. Please dont call dibs and then not write anything, or everyone will wait for it and this thread will die quickly. When its done the whole thing can be put on a webpage or something. Well, here we go, I'm starting it off like one of those teen college movies, at that one wierd dorm building with all the different types of unique characters. Go with it:
(PS: Please dont bring the story to a point where it would have to end. Always leave it open for another person to pick up the story and keep going with it. Lets see how long this thing can get! We could print it out into a novel when its done!)
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THE BIG TANDUM TICKLING STORY
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(by the good people of TMF)
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"Look out below!!" Megan yelled as she tripped on the loose floor board, dropping the heavy box down the steps onto the unfortunate pre-fresh below her. She already knew this was not going to be the greatest first quarter.
Megan Graham was a lovely young 18 year old girl next door on her first day of college. Long red hair, blue eyes, fair skin, about 5'6", and curves in just the right places. She dressed very casually, a lot of T-shirts and jeans, with a slight hippy influence, a lot of butterfly and flower imagery...
Due to limited housing this year, Megan got the option to move into a senior dorm building, being a freshman herself. She thought that would be awesome but right now she wasnt so sure. She got to her room and peered through the half opened door. Within she was shocked to see a girl dressed as a dominatrix, stradling another girl on the bed, digging her fingers into her under arms. The girl, a latin punk type with short pink hair, thrashed and laughed like mad woman. Megan immediately closed the door and sat down beside it in the hallway. She didnt know how to react since...she herself always wanted to be tickled like that.....but was always to shy to say anything to anyone...but what was with the dominatrix? Did she have the right room? Or was she dreaming some strange first day of college sexual fantasy?
20 minutes later the door opened and the girl, now fully dressed emerged, turned to kiss the other one goodbye and walked away. The domme looked down at Megan.
"You must be Megan" she said. Megan cautiously rose to her feet and spoke softly...
"Um...yeah.." She muttered.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Veronica." It was then that Megan realized how short she was for a Dominatrix. Barely 5 feet in high heels. She had long black hair tied in a high ponytail, striking green eyes and slightly tanned skin. She appeared to be of Italian decent. "Sorry about that, didnt know you would be here so early. I guess theres no beating around the bush, yes I am a dominatrix."
"Well duh" Megan blurted out without realizing. Veronica smiled at her..
"I had a feeling you werent as shy as you look..." She said laughing.
"How old are you?"
"Um..18" Megan replied.
"Ah to be so young an inexperienced....I'm 25 myself. Waited a few years before getting into the school thing. Got into film making after high school..." She said with a devilish grin and giggle. Entering the room Megan could see the single large room with two sides like mirror images of each other, the same desk, bed and chair arrangement. The similarities ended there as Veronicas side was addorned with anything and everything black, animal prints, sex toys, goth items, candles and metal band posters. Megans side was untouched, awaiting her arrival. "If you want I can introduce you around." Veronica said as she stripped down in front of Megan. Megan averted her eyes out of respect.
"S-sure, that would be cool." She replied. Veronica then noticed Megan was speaking with her back to her.
"Oh dont worry about the nude thing! We're all adults here. Hell I strut around here nude all the time" Veronica said.
"R....really.." Megan said as she turned back and could now see how short the girl was, now wearing sneakers, black jeans and a red T-shirt with the black letters "BITCH" across the front.
"PHSYCHE!!" Veronica said laughing. Megan followed. "C'mon, I'll show you the freakshow." She said, leading Megan out the door.
Megan and Veronica walked down the hallway to an open door blasting punk music. "This is Justin and Marks room." Veronica said. Inside were two guys jumping around on either bed too the music. Both were light-punk Blink 182 looking kinda guys, who instantly stopped jumping when they saw the two girls watching them. Mark threw his shoe at the stereo, shutting it off.
"Well hello ladies." Justin said, coming down and walking to them. He was tall, wearing beige kahkis, a light blue button shirt and hemp necklace. "Whos your friend Veronica?" He asked
"This be my new bitch Megan" She said wrapping her left arm around her, pulling her tight. Megans eyes widened, not knowing what to say. "But she still has to get used to my sense of humor." She added laughing. Justing joined in at that point. A bit shorter, with a Dropkick Murphys T-shirt and skater shorts. He made eyes at her as Veronica and Mark talked making her slightly uncomfortable....
"Well, we gotta get going, is Double O'Sullivan back yet?" Veronica asked.
"He should be, saw his hearse outside." Justin responded as he lit a bowl up. As they left the guys room. Megan turned to Veronica.
"Actually could we go back to our room first?" She said with a shy grin.
"Uh, sure I guess." Veronica replied. On the way back to the room, someone carrying a huge box bumped into Veronica, falling to the floor. "Oh I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" she said helping the girl up.
"No thanks to you!" The girl replied, pulling her hand away and standing. She was a tall, thin latin girl with long brown hair and dark eyes. She wore glasses and very artsy style clothing with large hoop earings. "Stay out of my way!" She added as she picked up her box and walked away.
"What a bitch..." Megan said before Veronica could.
"Yeah I know....thats Brianne...didnt recognize her at first behind the box...the "sophisticated artist" type.....bitch.." Veronica said dusting herself off. When they got back to their room, Megan sat on her bed and looked up at Veronica.
"When I got here earlier I peered through the door and saw what you were doing..." She said...
"Oh yeah, Jacinda. Such a doll. Love tickling the hell out of her!" She said with an evil grin. Megan looked down.
"So you have what would be considered a "tickling fetish"?" Megan said almost too quiet to hear. Veronica didnt answer right away, but just looked at Megan. She had a feeling where this was going.
"Oh yes....I love tickling. I love to tickle anyone who would let me. Especially good friends." She said as she sat down beside her. Megan turned and looked at Veronica with a sheepish smile. "You want to ask me something?" Veronica asked softly.
"....um...I..." Megan stuttered before stopping and taking a deep breath. "...tickle me?" She finally got out. Veronica smiled.
"It would be my pleasure..." She replied.
"But nothing to extreme..." Megan quickly added in.
"Oh of course not." Veronica replied as she reached down and lifted Megans legs into her lap. She slowly slipped off Megans open toed platform shoes revealing a pair of soft, thin, high arched, long toed, size 8 feet. She very gently ran her index finger nail up the arch. Megan jerked and squealed. Veronicas eyes widened and she looked at Megan with a sinister grin on her face. "Oh wow....this is going to be fun."
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WELL I GAVE YOU A LOT TO WORK WITH, A SHY GIRL NEXT DOOR, A FRIENDLY DOMME, A BITCHY GIRL, A COUPLE OF ATTRACTIVE AND OVER STIMULATED GUYS, A WIERD UNSEEN GUY WHO DRIVES A HEARSE, GO WITH IT! SOMEONE TAKE OVER!
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Hey people. In the spirit of the "ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer game" I want to try and make another thread that will last a really f*cking long time, but this one tickling related. These kinds of posts are good for the tickling community because they bring people together in a positive way, rather then a heated debate with flaming and bashing each other. Well anyway...
Remember when you were kids and would play that game where one person started telling a story, stop, and then the next person will pick up? Lets do the same here! I'm going to start telling a story. I say 2-4 paragraphs would work for length before passing it forth to the next person. And dont be shy to be creative! Add in new characters! Skew the existing plot off track in a random direction!:
ex: As she exited the haunted sorority house.....*changes to a new writer here*.....ALIENS ATTACKED!
And if you darker individuals would like to tickle the characters to death, sending them to tickle hell, so be it. The next writer could figure out a way to bring them back.....you see what I'm getting at. Its the idea of each persons unique style of writing all being mixed together that will make this really cool. Some are more serious and forboding, other more whimsical and light hearted. If you want to ad in foot fetish material or extreme bondage, go ahead. Hell if you want everyone to go through a dimensional portal and turn into furries, GO FOR IT! If your thing is art rather then writing, pick a good scene and do an illustration. In order to avoid two people picking up on the same spot in the story, just make a reply post calling dibs on that spot and then edit the post to write the story.
ex: "I call dibs on part 5"
This way people will wait till its done before continuing the story. Please dont call dibs and then not write anything, or everyone will wait for it and this thread will die quickly. When its done the whole thing can be put on a webpage or something. Well, here we go, I'm starting it off like one of those teen college movies, at that one wierd dorm building with all the different types of unique characters. Go with it:
(PS: Please dont bring the story to a point where it would have to end. Always leave it open for another person to pick up the story and keep going with it. Lets see how long this thing can get! We could print it out into a novel when its done!)
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THE BIG TANDUM TICKLING STORY
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(by the good people of TMF)
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"Look out below!!" Megan yelled as she tripped on the loose floor board, dropping the heavy box down the steps onto the unfortunate pre-fresh below her. She already knew this was not going to be the greatest first quarter.
Megan Graham was a lovely young 18 year old girl next door on her first day of college. Long red hair, blue eyes, fair skin, about 5'6", and curves in just the right places. She dressed very casually, a lot of T-shirts and jeans, with a slight hippy influence, a lot of butterfly and flower imagery...
Due to limited housing this year, Megan got the option to move into a senior dorm building, being a freshman herself. She thought that would be awesome but right now she wasnt so sure. She got to her room and peered through the half opened door. Within she was shocked to see a girl dressed as a dominatrix, stradling another girl on the bed, digging her fingers into her under arms. The girl, a latin punk type with short pink hair, thrashed and laughed like mad woman. Megan immediately closed the door and sat down beside it in the hallway. She didnt know how to react since...she herself always wanted to be tickled like that.....but was always to shy to say anything to anyone...but what was with the dominatrix? Did she have the right room? Or was she dreaming some strange first day of college sexual fantasy?
20 minutes later the door opened and the girl, now fully dressed emerged, turned to kiss the other one goodbye and walked away. The domme looked down at Megan.
"You must be Megan" she said. Megan cautiously rose to her feet and spoke softly...
"Um...yeah.." She muttered.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Veronica." It was then that Megan realized how short she was for a Dominatrix. Barely 5 feet in high heels. She had long black hair tied in a high ponytail, striking green eyes and slightly tanned skin. She appeared to be of Italian decent. "Sorry about that, didnt know you would be here so early. I guess theres no beating around the bush, yes I am a dominatrix."
"Well duh" Megan blurted out without realizing. Veronica smiled at her..
"I had a feeling you werent as shy as you look..." She said laughing.
"How old are you?"
"Um..18" Megan replied.
"Ah to be so young an inexperienced....I'm 25 myself. Waited a few years before getting into the school thing. Got into film making after high school..." She said with a devilish grin and giggle. Entering the room Megan could see the single large room with two sides like mirror images of each other, the same desk, bed and chair arrangement. The similarities ended there as Veronicas side was addorned with anything and everything black, animal prints, sex toys, goth items, candles and metal band posters. Megans side was untouched, awaiting her arrival. "If you want I can introduce you around." Veronica said as she stripped down in front of Megan. Megan averted her eyes out of respect.
"S-sure, that would be cool." She replied. Veronica then noticed Megan was speaking with her back to her.
"Oh dont worry about the nude thing! We're all adults here. Hell I strut around here nude all the time" Veronica said.
"R....really.." Megan said as she turned back and could now see how short the girl was, now wearing sneakers, black jeans and a red T-shirt with the black letters "BITCH" across the front.
"PHSYCHE!!" Veronica said laughing. Megan followed. "C'mon, I'll show you the freakshow." She said, leading Megan out the door.
Megan and Veronica walked down the hallway to an open door blasting punk music. "This is Justin and Marks room." Veronica said. Inside were two guys jumping around on either bed too the music. Both were light-punk Blink 182 looking kinda guys, who instantly stopped jumping when they saw the two girls watching them. Mark threw his shoe at the stereo, shutting it off.
"Well hello ladies." Justin said, coming down and walking to them. He was tall, wearing beige kahkis, a light blue button shirt and hemp necklace. "Whos your friend Veronica?" He asked
"This be my new bitch Megan" She said wrapping her left arm around her, pulling her tight. Megans eyes widened, not knowing what to say. "But she still has to get used to my sense of humor." She added laughing. Justing joined in at that point. A bit shorter, with a Dropkick Murphys T-shirt and skater shorts. He made eyes at her as Veronica and Mark talked making her slightly uncomfortable....
"Well, we gotta get going, is Double O'Sullivan back yet?" Veronica asked.
"He should be, saw his hearse outside." Justin responded as he lit a bowl up. As they left the guys room. Megan turned to Veronica.
"Actually could we go back to our room first?" She said with a shy grin.
"Uh, sure I guess." Veronica replied. On the way back to the room, someone carrying a huge box bumped into Veronica, falling to the floor. "Oh I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" she said helping the girl up.
"No thanks to you!" The girl replied, pulling her hand away and standing. She was a tall, thin latin girl with long brown hair and dark eyes. She wore glasses and very artsy style clothing with large hoop earings. "Stay out of my way!" She added as she picked up her box and walked away.
"What a bitch..." Megan said before Veronica could.
"Yeah I know....thats Brianne...didnt recognize her at first behind the box...the "sophisticated artist" type.....bitch.." Veronica said dusting herself off. When they got back to their room, Megan sat on her bed and looked up at Veronica.
"When I got here earlier I peered through the door and saw what you were doing..." She said...
"Oh yeah, Jacinda. Such a doll. Love tickling the hell out of her!" She said with an evil grin. Megan looked down.
"So you have what would be considered a "tickling fetish"?" Megan said almost too quiet to hear. Veronica didnt answer right away, but just looked at Megan. She had a feeling where this was going.
"Oh yes....I love tickling. I love to tickle anyone who would let me. Especially good friends." She said as she sat down beside her. Megan turned and looked at Veronica with a sheepish smile. "You want to ask me something?" Veronica asked softly.
"....um...I..." Megan stuttered before stopping and taking a deep breath. "...tickle me?" She finally got out. Veronica smiled.
"It would be my pleasure..." She replied.
"But nothing to extreme..." Megan quickly added in.
"Oh of course not." Veronica replied as she reached down and lifted Megans legs into her lap. She slowly slipped off Megans open toed platform shoes revealing a pair of soft, thin, high arched, long toed, size 8 feet. She very gently ran her index finger nail up the arch. Megan jerked and squealed. Veronicas eyes widened and she looked at Megan with a sinister grin on her face. "Oh wow....this is going to be fun."
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WELL I GAVE YOU A LOT TO WORK WITH, A SHY GIRL NEXT DOOR, A FRIENDLY DOMME, A BITCHY GIRL, A COUPLE OF ATTRACTIVE AND OVER STIMULATED GUYS, A WIERD UNSEEN GUY WHO DRIVES A HEARSE, GO WITH IT! SOMEONE TAKE OVER!
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