MrTicklefeet
3rd Level Orange Feather
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I can. Just got the test yesterday and thought of this thread. Walking down the street, a car was pulling out of a Plaid Pantry parking lot, (semi 7-11ish) and on the passenger side, was a gal with both feet propped out of the window. I had to walk right up to the car before i could walk around it, but it was nice to admire them as I got closer. No urge to tickle, so maybe I'm not as obsessed as some folks here. They were cute and shaply size 7's with freshly painted toenails. It's nice to enjoy the beauty in this world without having to grab at it.
Now some of them tall long lean gals who shop at the Trader Joe's here with the very long slim mid sections who wear them form fitting snug tops that hug the body and leave nothing to the imagination, I can walk by right behind her and admire Gods work, and think how nice that would be to tickle, but I don't have to. I can still entertain the thought. Besides, I'd still like to be able to continue shopping there. There's nothing worth the few moments of beatnick glory that could result in me not being able to shop there again. But lucky me, the urge wasn't strong enough to worry about crossing that line.
But then, I've had women friends tell me some of their friends would have liked to have jumped me afterwards, and thinking about it, thought, 'Well, that would have been fun,' but we don't do that. Well, at least most of us don't. (The last one was married anyway, and that would have been weird.)
Now some of them tall long lean gals who shop at the Trader Joe's here with the very long slim mid sections who wear them form fitting snug tops that hug the body and leave nothing to the imagination, I can walk by right behind her and admire Gods work, and think how nice that would be to tickle, but I don't have to. I can still entertain the thought. Besides, I'd still like to be able to continue shopping there. There's nothing worth the few moments of beatnick glory that could result in me not being able to shop there again. But lucky me, the urge wasn't strong enough to worry about crossing that line.
But then, I've had women friends tell me some of their friends would have liked to have jumped me afterwards, and thinking about it, thought, 'Well, that would have been fun,' but we don't do that. Well, at least most of us don't. (The last one was married anyway, and that would have been weird.)
