Hello all.
My name is Siftus.
It’s a pleasure to meet ya.
My parents call me something else entirely but that didn't fit my personality so well and as with many of you I formed a name which does.
This is funny due to the fact that in one fist I remember the monikers of the newcomers in my life more solidly than their birth names. I mean who can forget "Rhino", "Slacker", or "Tortuga". These are hella sweet labels these people grew into to signify who they truly are on the inside and/or outside more so than what says so on birth certs and other hologram covered cards.
Am I getting ahead of myself on this one?
(No. This is a preamble ass wipe. Keep laying the foundations Siftus and they‘ll “get“ what you speak of eventually.)
Oh shit, said that out loud.
And spliced into this occurrence in the other fist, at least one person I've known (and most of you TMFers know) whose name I took to be real was clarified on a print out of my ticket to actually be (insert Bella's real name here) which is kinda stupid awesome. She's going to hurt me into laughing with that last sentence be assured...and in a car with another group had a conversation with my big sister about why she goes by what she goes by and it also was fulfilling for us to share with one another on an adventure for cheesecake tales of fucking or not fucking and then fisting but it seems everything I do seems to end up with cheeseburgers these days.
Cheeseburger Picnic!!!!!!!
Shit. Straying off topic here so lets move on as the preamble has ended.
Hi.
I'm Siftus
Have been soaked with kink before I even had a sexuality. These little shreds of fantastic wonder have haunted and pleasured me for many years as they have evolved into something new or more interesting with each passing day.
I’ m into hosiery for some reason or another. (fashion!)
Enjoy hurting people physically, but only with consent.
Always felt bad when I read a comic book and enjoyed the damsel gagged and "mmmmppphiiing".
I Love the way words fall next to one another.
How letters fit snug on a shelf.
And was very pleased when the car turned abruptly and the whole of your body fell into mine. Cute shoes on even cuter feet btw.
Some of these things happen on a daily basis. That coworker who pokes me in the ribs so terribly often just to watch me squirm started out as a nuisance and has now become a nuance.
Always thought you tickle people were awfully cute though silly and now these fingers needling into my pronounced ribs have turned into a thing I look forward to, even if it makes me jump to see her walking past me and the cock pulls a half when she goes through with it.
My younger sister loves to put her fingers in places tightly covered in skin with bones jutting. Well mine anyway and she thinks she came up with this new “bone fondling” fetish. The more squirms happen the happier she gets. We've been making videos together and she wants to fondle my bones with me being completely helpless and encased.
And after hanging out with you silly rainbow smiley face sticker folks.
(inside joke. Don’t Judge Me!)
These girls that find pleasure from poking me in my skinny body are not but tickle fetishists and I find myself loving being a “lee”.
Looking forward to encasing then taping you tight and acting the "ler".
Yeah.
hawt.
(is that on topic?)
I'm being maybe too vague here and there are things we need to address.
I heard tales of how fun you guys are and with all the kinks, devices, interpersonal relationships, and extraordinary events I've amassed in all these years. It came as no surprise after actually spending time with you all, even as an outsider this group, that I could come to adore the bonds your family shares with one another. You appreciated me even if I am stand offish and am uncomfortable to be touched by strangers.
When the pretty girl patted me on the head it was cute.
So here. Jump in my shoes for a second.
Went to an amusement park to spend a special moment with my big sister and a group of her friends. They were all tickle fetishists from this forum she had been inducted into by our other sister who was totally into it and had been for some time.
These people were just simply amazing.
As individuals or collectively collaborating I felt a love of each person struggling with the faults of life together for understanding and the pursuit of a smile with one another.
Things got tough at times and as a spectator I watched as this family worked through these problems together only to grow further beyond them.
It makes me smile to think of them touching each other and at one point two cute girls fit into one gray hoodie together. I have video of too many people in the back part of a mini van while big sis got bugged to squirming with a vibrating tooth brush for her birthday.
So anyway.
Thanks for all the fun you guys.
See you next time at summer camp and maybe we’ll do some arts and crafts after swimming in the pool.
~s
My name is Siftus.
It’s a pleasure to meet ya.
My parents call me something else entirely but that didn't fit my personality so well and as with many of you I formed a name which does.
This is funny due to the fact that in one fist I remember the monikers of the newcomers in my life more solidly than their birth names. I mean who can forget "Rhino", "Slacker", or "Tortuga". These are hella sweet labels these people grew into to signify who they truly are on the inside and/or outside more so than what says so on birth certs and other hologram covered cards.
Am I getting ahead of myself on this one?
(No. This is a preamble ass wipe. Keep laying the foundations Siftus and they‘ll “get“ what you speak of eventually.)
Oh shit, said that out loud.
And spliced into this occurrence in the other fist, at least one person I've known (and most of you TMFers know) whose name I took to be real was clarified on a print out of my ticket to actually be (insert Bella's real name here) which is kinda stupid awesome. She's going to hurt me into laughing with that last sentence be assured...and in a car with another group had a conversation with my big sister about why she goes by what she goes by and it also was fulfilling for us to share with one another on an adventure for cheesecake tales of fucking or not fucking and then fisting but it seems everything I do seems to end up with cheeseburgers these days.
Cheeseburger Picnic!!!!!!!
Shit. Straying off topic here so lets move on as the preamble has ended.
Hi.
I'm Siftus
Have been soaked with kink before I even had a sexuality. These little shreds of fantastic wonder have haunted and pleasured me for many years as they have evolved into something new or more interesting with each passing day.
I’ m into hosiery for some reason or another. (fashion!)
Enjoy hurting people physically, but only with consent.
Always felt bad when I read a comic book and enjoyed the damsel gagged and "mmmmppphiiing".
I Love the way words fall next to one another.
How letters fit snug on a shelf.
And was very pleased when the car turned abruptly and the whole of your body fell into mine. Cute shoes on even cuter feet btw.
Some of these things happen on a daily basis. That coworker who pokes me in the ribs so terribly often just to watch me squirm started out as a nuisance and has now become a nuance.
Always thought you tickle people were awfully cute though silly and now these fingers needling into my pronounced ribs have turned into a thing I look forward to, even if it makes me jump to see her walking past me and the cock pulls a half when she goes through with it.
My younger sister loves to put her fingers in places tightly covered in skin with bones jutting. Well mine anyway and she thinks she came up with this new “bone fondling” fetish. The more squirms happen the happier she gets. We've been making videos together and she wants to fondle my bones with me being completely helpless and encased.
And after hanging out with you silly rainbow smiley face sticker folks.
(inside joke. Don’t Judge Me!)
These girls that find pleasure from poking me in my skinny body are not but tickle fetishists and I find myself loving being a “lee”.
Looking forward to encasing then taping you tight and acting the "ler".
Yeah.
hawt.
(is that on topic?)
I'm being maybe too vague here and there are things we need to address.
I heard tales of how fun you guys are and with all the kinks, devices, interpersonal relationships, and extraordinary events I've amassed in all these years. It came as no surprise after actually spending time with you all, even as an outsider this group, that I could come to adore the bonds your family shares with one another. You appreciated me even if I am stand offish and am uncomfortable to be touched by strangers.
When the pretty girl patted me on the head it was cute.
So here. Jump in my shoes for a second.
Went to an amusement park to spend a special moment with my big sister and a group of her friends. They were all tickle fetishists from this forum she had been inducted into by our other sister who was totally into it and had been for some time.
These people were just simply amazing.
As individuals or collectively collaborating I felt a love of each person struggling with the faults of life together for understanding and the pursuit of a smile with one another.
Things got tough at times and as a spectator I watched as this family worked through these problems together only to grow further beyond them.
It makes me smile to think of them touching each other and at one point two cute girls fit into one gray hoodie together. I have video of too many people in the back part of a mini van while big sis got bugged to squirming with a vibrating tooth brush for her birthday.
So anyway.
Thanks for all the fun you guys.
See you next time at summer camp and maybe we’ll do some arts and crafts after swimming in the pool.
~s
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