I'm in junior high and riding the bus to school. It's the first warm days of May and there are a couple of girls in the front of the bus ( I always sit in the back if I can get a seat) giggling. They are wearing summer dresses and their bare arms look soft and smooth. One of their crossed legs reveals a foot bobbing out in the aisle, smooth, pink skin wrapped in a few strips of thin leather.
I wonder if there would ever be a place where I go walk up to girls like this and tickle them, not a mean, bad-boy tickle, but a sexy, giggling tickle.
Many years after, I wrote Kittletown, a story based on many childhood fanasies.
Three Kittletown novels later, I was sitting with my friend Pete. His Usenet screen name was Mr Hyde. He was visiting me from NY and we spent a good deal of his visit trading videos we had collected as well as stories and audio tapes. I had been collecting them since the snail mail days. That's when I first met him. He and I and a small handful of people communicated regularly.
Wouldn't it be amazing to have a kinda convention where other people into tickling could go and swap videos, stories, experiences and, dare I say, even play?
Our first NEST models were swap meets. People would come over my house and there would be tickling magazines in piles on tables along with an exhibit of videos (I would always have my huge case of videos nearby), piles of stories and other goodies. They would add their stuff to the mix and, throughout the day, negotiations would take place. There was always something playing on my TV and it attracted a semi-circle of people, faces frozen in amazement.
"Max, is this from Nu-Vue or Cal-Star?"
"Not sure. I got it from some guy in Canada. May be an original."
That all started in 1997. Back then the Phillies were still trying to nab the pendant, the thought of a black president was science fiction, the Twin Towers were still standing, I had just gotten over a long marriage.
Through NEST I met some of my best friends, Jeff, Ann & Drew, Ray & Tracy, and finally met friends I had communicated with but never seen like Andy. I had known Lee and met her previously but from NEST #2 to present, she was always there.
NEST 2009 was everything I had ever fantasized about. My strong childhood fantasies produced several books and my adult fantasies produced the biggest, most unique convention the world has ever seen.
Through the intense efforts of Lee and her staff, NEST 2009 was a real convention with a banquet room dinner served by "vanilla" waiters, and three full days of play. Gone were the magazines and videos. We were now dealing in real life with real smiles and real hugs and real people saying, "I never knew it could be like this."
Thank you everyone for making those dreams a reality. Thank you for making history. Thank you for your bravery in coming from so far away, all parts of the world. Thank you for your warmth and kind words.
I will never forget you.
Max
I wonder if there would ever be a place where I go walk up to girls like this and tickle them, not a mean, bad-boy tickle, but a sexy, giggling tickle.
Many years after, I wrote Kittletown, a story based on many childhood fanasies.
Three Kittletown novels later, I was sitting with my friend Pete. His Usenet screen name was Mr Hyde. He was visiting me from NY and we spent a good deal of his visit trading videos we had collected as well as stories and audio tapes. I had been collecting them since the snail mail days. That's when I first met him. He and I and a small handful of people communicated regularly.
Wouldn't it be amazing to have a kinda convention where other people into tickling could go and swap videos, stories, experiences and, dare I say, even play?
Our first NEST models were swap meets. People would come over my house and there would be tickling magazines in piles on tables along with an exhibit of videos (I would always have my huge case of videos nearby), piles of stories and other goodies. They would add their stuff to the mix and, throughout the day, negotiations would take place. There was always something playing on my TV and it attracted a semi-circle of people, faces frozen in amazement.
"Max, is this from Nu-Vue or Cal-Star?"
"Not sure. I got it from some guy in Canada. May be an original."
That all started in 1997. Back then the Phillies were still trying to nab the pendant, the thought of a black president was science fiction, the Twin Towers were still standing, I had just gotten over a long marriage.
Through NEST I met some of my best friends, Jeff, Ann & Drew, Ray & Tracy, and finally met friends I had communicated with but never seen like Andy. I had known Lee and met her previously but from NEST #2 to present, she was always there.
NEST 2009 was everything I had ever fantasized about. My strong childhood fantasies produced several books and my adult fantasies produced the biggest, most unique convention the world has ever seen.
Through the intense efforts of Lee and her staff, NEST 2009 was a real convention with a banquet room dinner served by "vanilla" waiters, and three full days of play. Gone were the magazines and videos. We were now dealing in real life with real smiles and real hugs and real people saying, "I never knew it could be like this."
Thank you everyone for making those dreams a reality. Thank you for making history. Thank you for your bravery in coming from so far away, all parts of the world. Thank you for your warmth and kind words.
I will never forget you.
Max
