My fingers, feathers, backscratcher, and rope...are all very lonely. They're merciless, and bored. They need a male who can make it to Nashville with the intention to laugh. Are you a male who wants to laugh? Please tell me you are...my tools, they're SO restless!
This is not to mention my inner Tickle Monster. She's been ravenous for some time, now! She needs a good mate...or just a platonic laughter-fest. Either way works....but, sorry females, she's straight. She wants a man...a very ticklish man with little to no limits when it comes to where this Monster roams.
Are you ticklish under your arms? Do dancing fingers along your ribs get you wiggling and giggling? Will squeezing your sides make you belt out in laughter? How about if I go a little lower....
This is not to mention my inner Tickle Monster. She's been ravenous for some time, now! She needs a good mate...or just a platonic laughter-fest. Either way works....but, sorry females, she's straight. She wants a man...a very ticklish man with little to no limits when it comes to where this Monster roams.
Are you ticklish under your arms? Do dancing fingers along your ribs get you wiggling and giggling? Will squeezing your sides make you belt out in laughter? How about if I go a little lower....
