MindOverWhatMatters
TMF Poster
- Joined
- Sep 9, 2024
- Messages
- 147
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I don’t know why some days hit so differently than others, but today is such that my obsession of this wonderful phenomenon is on overdrive.
Perhaps it’s stemming from current anxieties or some matter of loneliness, but my skin is buzzing with the want for touch.
I know I’m not ticklish, but I want to feel the fingers on my belly. The soft caress of feathers in my armpits and across my chest. A tongue flickering beneath my bellybutton. The press of thighs against my sides while nails glide willingly over every inch.
I want someone to tickle me with the care of a friend, the skill of a ler, and the passion of someone that enjoys deep seeded reactions.
I’ll never be able to laugh, but I welcome the submission of the art of tickling.
Just wanted to share because this is a lovely fetish, but it can be truly and devastatingly lonely at times.
I want to swim in the ocean, with a tickler dictating the pace of the waves, and I want to drown.
Perhaps it’s stemming from current anxieties or some matter of loneliness, but my skin is buzzing with the want for touch.
I know I’m not ticklish, but I want to feel the fingers on my belly. The soft caress of feathers in my armpits and across my chest. A tongue flickering beneath my bellybutton. The press of thighs against my sides while nails glide willingly over every inch.
I want someone to tickle me with the care of a friend, the skill of a ler, and the passion of someone that enjoys deep seeded reactions.
I’ll never be able to laugh, but I welcome the submission of the art of tickling.
Just wanted to share because this is a lovely fetish, but it can be truly and devastatingly lonely at times.
I want to swim in the ocean, with a tickler dictating the pace of the waves, and I want to drown.
