SapphireRose
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*DING DING*
Here are the rules.
I will begin a story with a paragraph or two.
The theme is (obviously) tickling.
As long as you stay along those lines...anything else goes. Sexual content, non consensual activity, whatever.
....no age play, scat or animals though, please.
Try to keep your contribution to two paragraphs or less. Dialogue being the one exclusion to this, but use common sense. Please keep run-on sentences to a minimum.
*DING DING*
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Vikki's sneakered feet fidgeted underneath the diner table as she sipped at her coffee. A couple of dried tear stains were stuck to her cheeks from a crying fit she'd had earlier over her now ex-boyfriend. She looked down into her coffee mug and sighed, glad that she couldn't see her own reflection in the liquid.
Unbeknownst to her, a beautiful redhead sat halfway across the diner, sizing her up. The woman looked over Vikki's long brunette hair, her thin limbs and torso, and her deep, sad brown eyes. After watching her for several minutes, the redhead, Morgan, stood up and slowly walked over to her table.
"Hey..." she said sweetly, "you alright?" She looked down at Vikki with caring eyes.
Here are the rules.
I will begin a story with a paragraph or two.
The theme is (obviously) tickling.
As long as you stay along those lines...anything else goes. Sexual content, non consensual activity, whatever.
....no age play, scat or animals though, please.
Try to keep your contribution to two paragraphs or less. Dialogue being the one exclusion to this, but use common sense. Please keep run-on sentences to a minimum.
*DING DING*
______________________________________________________
Vikki's sneakered feet fidgeted underneath the diner table as she sipped at her coffee. A couple of dried tear stains were stuck to her cheeks from a crying fit she'd had earlier over her now ex-boyfriend. She looked down into her coffee mug and sighed, glad that she couldn't see her own reflection in the liquid.
Unbeknownst to her, a beautiful redhead sat halfway across the diner, sizing her up. The woman looked over Vikki's long brunette hair, her thin limbs and torso, and her deep, sad brown eyes. After watching her for several minutes, the redhead, Morgan, stood up and slowly walked over to her table.
"Hey..." she said sweetly, "you alright?" She looked down at Vikki with caring eyes.
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