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No, not the new one. The Original. It's my comfort show. I have all the books, and I just like to curl up and watch the original show and it makes me feel safe; like a comfort.
I was juggling being a new mom, and very much unable to enjoy being a silly late teen, early 20 something for a long...
Something’s wrong.
No.
Something has been wrong.
For a long time now.
Long before me.
I kept telling myself that all relationships go through hard phases, that people get stressed, overwhelmed, tired. I told myself love was about compromise. About understanding someone’s pain even when it...
When I was younger, I attended and acquired two "Degrees" from what I later learned were Degree Farms. They are places assigned to appear as legitimate Colleges, but regardless of what 'Degree' you acquire, you are not able to apply it toward any job within the field you studied. I learned this...
I know, I’m nothing like you.
And at the same time, I’m exactly like you.
We both have this fetish. We both want to live it, not just dream it.
but for you, almighty bipeds, it’s probably easier. You’re not stuck in fantasy the way I am.
And no, it’s not just about tickling a pinky and...
You don't realize the weight your name carries.
Who it affects, positively or negatively.
None of that matters,
Until you're forced to remove it.
You take deep breaths,
Still noting those other names.
You recognize from long ago;
Shining bright in their own polite quiet-ness.
But you weren't...
She had a way of shrinking,
into spaces too quiet,
into versions of herself
that made him comfortable.
His words were not love,
but bindings,
tight around her chest
where her breath should have lived.
He saw her only
in the light that flattered him.
He wrapped control
in ribbons of charm...
You already know my fetish, it’s not about feet, or orgasms, or screaming.
It’s about laughter. Helpless, uncontrollable, body-wracking laughter.
Tickling is my favorite tool, the most beautiful. But it’s not the only one. I have others, crueler tools, to extract laughter, to push the body...
Today, I didn't feel like using a Lyft or Uber to take me to the mechanic to pick up my car. So I popped on my sun visor, sunglasses, and headphones, I grabbed a bottle of water and my favorite music, and then I walked in 90 degree heat 2+ miles to the shop.
Then I packed up my car with some...
I am a boy who grew up in the late eighties through the nineties but since I was old enough to remember I loved the thought of tickle torture almost every cartoon either had the main character caught and tickled for information by the bad guy or the bad guy would get tickled by the good guy to...
I'm moving closer and closer to my goal, now I'm wondering if I should go through with it.
Thanks to the new laws passing, I'm starting to wonder if it's even safe to try to open a studio. Apparently porn sites and studios will be getting the boot soon, so won't fetish content as well? Even if...
There’s something about laughter.
I don’t mean the polite kind or the fake chuckles we all toss out in conversations.
I mean the real kind. The kind that takes over her whole body like a wave.
The kind that leaves her breathless, writhing, completely undone.
When a woman laughs like that...
I was maybe four or five, in kindergarten. Stuck in a clunky wheelchair, oversized for my body and unmoving. The other kids were running wild, laughing, climbing, roughhousing, all things I couldn’t do. I sat in front of the sandbox. Observing. Always observing.
And then it happened. Two boys...
MAN!!!!
I miss my best friend something awful. EVERY SINGLE DAY!
But right now, I need to vent and get advice, and I feel like I am about to explode because the only person whom I trust completely with all the facts is him. He knows me. He knows my background. And he was so level headed. He...
I crave the hands of a perverted tickler (or two or three)
Well this week sucked. Scouring interwebs helped me find an old junker someone wanted to get rid of for free. Someone dumped it on his property and obviously he just wanted to get rid of it. I talk with him, rent a truck to haul it, and all the extra junk people left with it, and what happens...
