Jason Reborn
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My True Re-Introduction Post
Hello's and Homelife:
Hello, thought I'd replace my former introduction with this brand new one, that is more in-depth. First off, my name is Jason, I'm 25 years old, originally from Harbor City, California. I am 6 foot-ish and weigh around 225 lbs. I have short brown hair and brown eyes.
I am the middle child, having a younger sister and an older brother, Billy at 30...Miranda at 24. I don't really know what else to say here, but I had a normal childhood, except for the fact that I was born practically paralyzed from the hips down til I was about 3 years old, unable to move any part of my lower body, crawling on my belly and pulling with my arms while my legs and feet stayed in place. It was later on in that 3rd year of my life that I had shown a sign that I would be walking by one of my legs giving a kick (reflex) when my mom started massaging my feet as the doctor told her to do so many times before. I guess it tickled, but no one really knows for sure. Later on, soon after I started grade school, I had trouble following along in class and the school decided to place me in special education classes. A child psychologist later diagnosed me as having Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD) and wanted to put me on medication that was supposed to help me gain focus, but my father refused.
As I moved on to middle school, I found my first love. Her name was Crystal, a sweet little thing with short brown hair and eyes who opened up conversation by telling me that my "butt looks good in jeans"...I blushed, she laughed and that was pretty much it. That relationship lasted from the 6th grade to the 8th, when she decided that I had become a different person after coming back from Florida that summer. I admit, I was "overly happy" and rowdy at times when the situation didn't call for it, but is that the real reason behind her dumping me? No, as it turned out, over the summer, she had another boy-toy. I forget his name but remember that we had gotten into a fight which lasted about 10 minutes, 5 of which was spent with the teachers trying to keep us apart. We both recieved 3 days of outside school suspension and a day of inside school suspension when we were allowed back into school. I mean, my father went ballistic, shouting and screaming at me after he learned of my fate while my mother, aunt, and grandmother tended to my wounds (both eyes blackened and bruised, a busted lip and nose, scratches and scrapes on my face, knees, and shin). I have no idea as to the extent of the other guy's wounds, but when we both came back to school, he was still limping on his left leg, had his right arm in a sling, and when he smiled, one or two of his front teeth were missing.
In the middle of my 1st semester of 9th grade, my family decided to move to another part of Georgia (Acworth). I had to start anew, which I did and made a lot of friends, mostly by being silly and getting a lot of laughs. I had another romance blossoming around the middle of the 2nd semester with a girl named Sarah. She had medium length brown hair and hazel eyes. She was the first girl that I actually made out with, tongue on tongue action, in a dark corner of a room adjourning the dance hall where the Valentine's Day dance was happening (our first date). But, as my luck with women would have it, soon after, she became obsessed with me. Calling my house at all hours of the night just to chat and to see where I was...followed me around everywhere I went...went crazy whenever another girl would even look at me "funny" (as she put it). Finally, I decided that it was too much and I broke it off with her. She still tried to call me, but when she finally took the hint that it was over, the next day, I saw her...she had litterally chopped off all of her hair. My guess is that she cut it to try and get to me, knowing of my obsession with girls hair (in which later on I came to terms and now call it another fetish of mine).
I had another relationship not two weeks later, a friend of Sarah's named Heather. She had long brown hair and green eyes, a beautiful smile, and an over-all cuteness whenever she shyed away, blushing. But don't let her shyness fool you, when she gets warmed up to you, she gets wild. I would be walking with her, hand in hand one minute, then the next, she'd slam me up against the wall and forced herself onto me, with wild kisses all over my face and neck, nibbling on my ears a bit, then forcing her tongue down my throat. Most of the time we got away with these spur-of-the-moment makeout sessions in the hall, other times the security guard or an administrator would be walking down the hall and spot us, pulling us apart, telling us to "break it up" and "there's no kissing allowed on school grounds". Most of the time, going right back at it when they were finally out of sight
. That relationship was off and on for the next 3 years, until we finally decided to end it for good when she had revealed that she had been unfaithful in the relationship, having at least 20 other guys while I only had eyes for her. That completely destroyed my self-confidence and has been the reasoning behind my never letting love come anywhere near me ever again, fearing that the next girl would hurt me in a similar way that Heather did. I never did love another girl like I did her ever again...
Tickling
From as far back as I could remember, I have loved tickling and being tickled. As soon as I was able to show some improvement in my legs, my cousin found out that I was ticklish all over my lower body, even more than my upper body (which only pertained to my neck, sides, and belly). The only thing she ever used were her fingers. I would later on in life try to tickle myself with a feather duster to little fits of giggles. It became an official turn on (fetish) when I turned 16 and a group of my friends decided to gang-tickle me on my birthday. The girls would tickle me everywhere made available by the guys who held me down and snuck a few tickles to my neck here and there. When one of the girls tickled my thighs, I started getting hot, sweating profusely, and felt a tingling sensation in my undershorts . As the tickling continued, soon enough, I had a full-on erection. The girl (Amanda) who was tickling my thighs noticed the change first, looked up at me, smiled, then continued to tickle me, with even more effort, arbitrarily skimming over my erection with her fingertips. Then, one of the guys noticed the bulge in my pants, alerted everyone that I got horny. Blushing, I jumped up and ran to the bathroom to deal with myself (the only way possible ). After the incident, none of them (except Amanda) ever tickled me again.
One day, I decided to go online to research a possible explanation for my erection, to find several tickle fetish sites, including http://www.frenchtickling.com , where I watched my first free video clip and got the same reaction as before. I looked at the other model's free clips, and soon afterwords, I found myself paying attention to umm "myself". That's when I realized that I had a tickle fetish. I further searched tickling and came across the TMF. I was of course underage and couldn't join for another 2 years. I kept watching my free tickle clips, noticing different tools and techniques, different types of bondage. I pretty much studied everything there was to know about the fetish until I turned 18. That's when I first became a member of the community under the username of TklJay. From then on, I became active in the chat rooms til much later on (and quite a few other hit and miss profile names), when my attention came to the SSF. Since then, I have been a posting machine. Everyone knows about the lying and backstabbing that I have done, so I am not going to mention that in here. I have been somewhat forgiven, but mostly became the laughing stock of the TMF. I still get picked on and joked about, but all that will change in due time once you guys learn to trust me again. That's all I can remember at this time, but I promise to come back and add more when I have the chance.
Jason *Sketch* Jones
Hello's and Homelife:
Hello, thought I'd replace my former introduction with this brand new one, that is more in-depth. First off, my name is Jason, I'm 25 years old, originally from Harbor City, California. I am 6 foot-ish and weigh around 225 lbs. I have short brown hair and brown eyes.
I am the middle child, having a younger sister and an older brother, Billy at 30...Miranda at 24. I don't really know what else to say here, but I had a normal childhood, except for the fact that I was born practically paralyzed from the hips down til I was about 3 years old, unable to move any part of my lower body, crawling on my belly and pulling with my arms while my legs and feet stayed in place. It was later on in that 3rd year of my life that I had shown a sign that I would be walking by one of my legs giving a kick (reflex) when my mom started massaging my feet as the doctor told her to do so many times before. I guess it tickled, but no one really knows for sure. Later on, soon after I started grade school, I had trouble following along in class and the school decided to place me in special education classes. A child psychologist later diagnosed me as having Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD) and wanted to put me on medication that was supposed to help me gain focus, but my father refused.
As I moved on to middle school, I found my first love. Her name was Crystal, a sweet little thing with short brown hair and eyes who opened up conversation by telling me that my "butt looks good in jeans"...I blushed, she laughed and that was pretty much it. That relationship lasted from the 6th grade to the 8th, when she decided that I had become a different person after coming back from Florida that summer. I admit, I was "overly happy" and rowdy at times when the situation didn't call for it, but is that the real reason behind her dumping me? No, as it turned out, over the summer, she had another boy-toy. I forget his name but remember that we had gotten into a fight which lasted about 10 minutes, 5 of which was spent with the teachers trying to keep us apart. We both recieved 3 days of outside school suspension and a day of inside school suspension when we were allowed back into school. I mean, my father went ballistic, shouting and screaming at me after he learned of my fate while my mother, aunt, and grandmother tended to my wounds (both eyes blackened and bruised, a busted lip and nose, scratches and scrapes on my face, knees, and shin). I have no idea as to the extent of the other guy's wounds, but when we both came back to school, he was still limping on his left leg, had his right arm in a sling, and when he smiled, one or two of his front teeth were missing.
In the middle of my 1st semester of 9th grade, my family decided to move to another part of Georgia (Acworth). I had to start anew, which I did and made a lot of friends, mostly by being silly and getting a lot of laughs. I had another romance blossoming around the middle of the 2nd semester with a girl named Sarah. She had medium length brown hair and hazel eyes. She was the first girl that I actually made out with, tongue on tongue action, in a dark corner of a room adjourning the dance hall where the Valentine's Day dance was happening (our first date). But, as my luck with women would have it, soon after, she became obsessed with me. Calling my house at all hours of the night just to chat and to see where I was...followed me around everywhere I went...went crazy whenever another girl would even look at me "funny" (as she put it). Finally, I decided that it was too much and I broke it off with her. She still tried to call me, but when she finally took the hint that it was over, the next day, I saw her...she had litterally chopped off all of her hair. My guess is that she cut it to try and get to me, knowing of my obsession with girls hair (in which later on I came to terms and now call it another fetish of mine).
I had another relationship not two weeks later, a friend of Sarah's named Heather. She had long brown hair and green eyes, a beautiful smile, and an over-all cuteness whenever she shyed away, blushing. But don't let her shyness fool you, when she gets warmed up to you, she gets wild. I would be walking with her, hand in hand one minute, then the next, she'd slam me up against the wall and forced herself onto me, with wild kisses all over my face and neck, nibbling on my ears a bit, then forcing her tongue down my throat. Most of the time we got away with these spur-of-the-moment makeout sessions in the hall, other times the security guard or an administrator would be walking down the hall and spot us, pulling us apart, telling us to "break it up" and "there's no kissing allowed on school grounds". Most of the time, going right back at it when they were finally out of sight
. That relationship was off and on for the next 3 years, until we finally decided to end it for good when she had revealed that she had been unfaithful in the relationship, having at least 20 other guys while I only had eyes for her. That completely destroyed my self-confidence and has been the reasoning behind my never letting love come anywhere near me ever again, fearing that the next girl would hurt me in a similar way that Heather did. I never did love another girl like I did her ever again...Tickling
From as far back as I could remember, I have loved tickling and being tickled. As soon as I was able to show some improvement in my legs, my cousin found out that I was ticklish all over my lower body, even more than my upper body (which only pertained to my neck, sides, and belly). The only thing she ever used were her fingers. I would later on in life try to tickle myself with a feather duster to little fits of giggles. It became an official turn on (fetish) when I turned 16 and a group of my friends decided to gang-tickle me on my birthday. The girls would tickle me everywhere made available by the guys who held me down and snuck a few tickles to my neck here and there. When one of the girls tickled my thighs, I started getting hot, sweating profusely, and felt a tingling sensation in my undershorts
. As the tickling continued, soon enough, I had a full-on erection. The girl (Amanda) who was tickling my thighs noticed the change first, looked up at me, smiled, then continued to tickle me, with even more effort, arbitrarily skimming over my erection with her fingertips. Then, one of the guys noticed the bulge in my pants, alerted everyone that I got horny. Blushing, I jumped up and ran to the bathroom to deal with myself (the only way possible ). After the incident, none of them (except Amanda) ever tickled me again. One day, I decided to go online to research a possible explanation for my erection, to find several tickle fetish sites, including http://www.frenchtickling.com , where I watched my first free video clip and got the same reaction as before. I looked at the other model's free clips, and soon afterwords, I found myself paying attention to umm "myself". That's when I realized that I had a tickle fetish. I further searched tickling and came across the TMF. I was of course underage and couldn't join for another 2 years. I kept watching my free tickle clips, noticing different tools and techniques, different types of bondage. I pretty much studied everything there was to know about the fetish until I turned 18. That's when I first became a member of the community under the username of TklJay. From then on, I became active in the chat rooms til much later on (and quite a few other hit and miss profile names), when my attention came to the SSF. Since then, I have been a posting machine. Everyone knows about the lying and backstabbing that I have done, so I am not going to mention that in here. I have been somewhat forgiven, but mostly became the laughing stock of the TMF. I still get picked on and joked about, but all that will change in due time once you guys learn to trust me again. That's all I can remember at this time, but I promise to come back and add more when I have the chance.
Jason *Sketch* Jones
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