Tickle Fun with a BabysitterThis little story takes place when I was 16 or 17. I have overprotective parents, so right up until I was 18 I pretty much always had a babysitter. It was lame but I got some good tickle experiences out of it! It's all true!Tickle Fun with a Babysitter3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Anyway, this girl in particular was in her mid twenties. Very good looking, if I had to judge her might not be exact exact, just paraphrasing). Medium length brown hair, she was 6'1, and had some biiiig feet!
"Wow, do you wear clown shoes?" I laughed at my own stupid joke.
She looked pretty upset. "That's so rude!" At this point she walked over to me and started tickling my sides.
"Hahahahaha, no!" My knees buckled and I was on the ground laughing as her fingers explored my sensitive sides. Then she raised one of my arms and tickled my armpits. Of course, I was in ecstasy at this point, as I was very aware of my tickle fetish. She didn't know this however.
"Cootchie cootchie coo!" She teased me. This girl's name was Elizabeth, by the way.
"Lizz! Stohohohop!" I begg
I Visited A Mosque A Thursday night; my friend and I had just gotten back after a disappointing night. We had planned to go see a play, but we were late so they didn’t let us in. On our way back, we decided to stop by a nearby mosque, since he had missed one of his daily prayers in order attend the play, he wanted to make up for it. I decided to tag along; I had my DSLR on me, so I figured I might get some good shots there.I Visited A Mosque4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Upon entering, one of the first things I noticed was just how friendly everyone was. While taking off my shoes at the entrance (they don’t allow shoes in the worship area), we were quickly greeted by a complete stranger, a bearded man in his 40s or 50s, in fact – at first I thought my friend was already acquainted the guy based on how they greeted each other. The stranger turned back to me and ask if I was new. I put on a shy smile and told him it was my first time ever being at a mo
Sisters and FeetI was 17, hanging out with my older sister who was 19 at the time. We had very similar feet but mine were far more ticklish. Although hers got muuuuch stinkier than mine! Sister's name is Jessica, or Jess, by the way. Her hair is strawberry blonde, she's about 5'9 with an average build.Sisters and Feet3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Jessica just got home from her first day of college while I was already home from school. I'm barefoot, just sitting around on my old Gameboy playing it. Parents were working later than usual, so it was just us at the time. She sits in the chair across from me and kicks off both shoes. She was into the skater scene so I think they were DC shoes, but I could be wrong. Anyway, I start to smell something.
Obviously, it was those feet of hers. Her socks were grey and pretty dirty. I was somewhat unaware of my foot fetish at the time, so I offhandedly asked:
"Jess, is that your feet I smell?"
"Probably." She replied.
"Wow, that's stinky." I told her, fanning the air around my face.
"Well, when you're walking
Tickled My Sister Today :3You might remember my sister Jess from my other experience story Sisters and Feet.Tickled My Sister Today :32 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Well, I visited her back home (I live in a dorm, college stuff) and we caught up since I've been away for awhile. After visiting with parents we decided to watch some of the old cartoons from the early 2000s on Netflix. She isn't much into video games, so that was out! When we get in her room she immediately kicks off her shoes and I do the same. I was wearing my Doc Martens and she was wearing a pair of Nike shoes with no socks! I wanted to take her feet right then and there. I was (and still am, actually) wearing Grey socks with white polka-dots, and they smelled a little but it wasn't an obvious smell. Now that the boring stuff is out of the way, onto the tickling!
Of course, her room reeked pretty bad of her feet. It's the only room in the house (or so she says) that she's allowed to take her shoes off after not wearing socks.
"Eww Jess, did you not wear socks again?" I joked at her.
Truth or Dare scenarioThere was a stage in my highschool life, around when I was 16, when I really tried to fit in with the 'cool kids.' Yeah, we actually had clique crap in my high school. I never really fit in with any of them, as you might imagine. Anyway, one of my friends at the time (Haley) invited me to one of their parties.Truth or Dare scenario2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was the expected underage drinking, drugs, sex-fueled nonsense I had always been warned about. Though the worst I participated in was in a round of truth or dare. Thankfully, my friend was there to defend me if things got a little weird.
The truth or dare worked by the stereotypical spin-the-bottle selection. The person would have to select truth or dare, and as it always went most of them were adventurous enough to select dare each time. Time progressed and I hadn't been given any interesting dares. It was then, my friend betrayed me when I was about to be given my fifth or so dare.
"You know Anna's really ticklish, right? Use that." Haley said, as I noticed she was little ti
renaissance womani'm infatuated with your hands. your fingers, your wrists, your palms. they've lost so many things in return for newborns. a young mother to words and words' words that are first generation children to the stories only you transcribe; and it is a sight to behold. in baroque fashion, you are retrospect of notebook spines and whispers, covered in blisters of blustering ink, each line cutting and sharp like scissors.renaissance woman1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
that would be the nails of your hands scratching surfaces, digging your fingers deeper into those hidden layers and i am astounded. creating mountains from mere molehills, scenes of life from the quiet moments of death is perfection in a way. it's cyclical and artistic because it is an addiction unlike that of any other drug. because unlike destroying life, you give birth everyday. every waking moment another wordchild is born and you can shape its semantics in however way you please.
i like to think of these moments as constant rebirths, whether it is for you or because of y
FNaF 3 Night 6 Article Reveals More Than Thought!Five Nights at Freddy's 3 - Night 6 victory article- Blurred text around the border!FNaF 3 Night 6 Article Reveals More Than Thought!1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
*(Keep in mind that this is what Skywardsister, Peacelovesmiley51, and I could translate)*
Here is some of what Scott has revealed about the series in the outer border of the newpaper article presented to the player when they complete the night 6.
Top: "Fun Fact: The names Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy were just nicknames while I worked on the characters. I was planning on giving them official names later but had grown very fond of them by the time the game was done."
Upper Left: "Looking back on so many of my old games, I've found that there is almost always a broken-down robot in them. I'm not sure why this seems to be such a recurring theme in my games, but it's obvious that it's something haunting me."
Middle Left: "Before I began work on FNaF, I had to choose what game to make out of three potential games, knowing it might be my last try before having to start a new career. I was choosing betwee
Second Round with the BabysitterTakes place roughly a week or so after my first submission about tickling and being tickling by a babysitter. I was so excited, rather than annoyed, when I heard she was coming to 'babysit.' Finding someone willing to 'punish' me with tickles was something I had only dreamed of until that point.Second Round with the Babysitter2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Elizabeth, or Lizz as I called her, had 'babysat' me several times until I was 18. It was kind of weird, having her come and do that but once my parents left we basically acted like friends.
She hadn't told my parents about our previous tickle adventure.
"Alright, young lady." Lizz said in a mock-authority voice. "We're gonna need some ground rules."
I was a little concerned she was mad at me, but that changed into the hope she would tickle me some more.
"No touching my feet." She said, pointing to the shoes that still adorned them. "You know how ticklish they are, and we don't want another punishment, do we?" She glared at me for a moment before laughing and patting me on the back.
Night I feel most alive at night.Night1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
While days burn the eyes with intensity, from the bright colors of teen tees to the luminescent glow of sun in New England to the glare of snow to plain yellow light that seeps into the towns and cities. While all that occurs, there is always the safe reassurance of night, where those colors dim and blend in the shadows. Without light, there is no color.
Sound is just waves traveling through the gases in the atmosphere, pounding our ears. Voices are made of air pushed through vocal chords. At night, both are masked in a cloak of stars and a deep inky blue. Disappearing. The loudest the world gets is with adventures of foraging food.
With padded footsteps, crossing carpet, linoleum, wood. Peering into bottomless depths of refrigerator. Finding nothing. Peeking into chasms of snack cabinets. Again, finding nothing. Hopeless wandering with those soft spoken steps, hunching downwards under gravity's pull, unable to hold your pounds upon p
[DoW] RUN!Cloudclan had felt the Earth rumble a few days ago.[DoW] RUN!2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
They thought it was an Earthquake, it wasn't.
Some snow has melted and it fell out of Cloudclan camp.
Of course they feared the worse case scénarios,
but it had only started.
"Oh dear Starclan... What will happen to us..." Rainstar wondered, sitting down in the center of the clearing, near her den's entrance, ears flattened. She was looking at the night sky, clouded as usual.
Riverstreak padded over to her. "The midnight patrol has been sent and the rest of the cats are in camp." she declared to her small leader.
"Good, please have some rest now."
She started to walk over to her den, but she stopped halfway, looking at her leader.
"You're asking Starclan for answers, aren't you?"
"It is needed. We had a harsh leaf-bare, despite the new litter of kits. I want to know what's next... Even a slight sign, or a whisper of a sentence from them would be enough."
They stayed silent, and Riverstre
Dancing with ButterfliesShe was dancing with butterflies in a disorienting world. A chaotic expanse of a mind barely absent sent her soaring into the stars, unaware of the desolation left in an ongoing rampage. Reality was an illusion; a long forgotten memory and an old friend lost in the passing of time. Her grasp on sanity was a laughable hallucination; a deception of grandiose ideas and irrational behaviors from a reason abandoned. To her, everything was wonderful and magical, dancing amongst the butterflies of true madness.Dancing with Butterflies5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Foot Fetish Boxing | Abby v.s. SerpennaFoot Fetish BoxingFoot Fetish Boxing | Abby v.s. Serpenna1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Serpenna v.s. Abby
"Hello and Welcome to our very first match of Foot Fetish Boxing! I am your host Lorenz de Drak, and today we will see an exciting Fight between the Snake Dragon Serpenna, and Abby! But before we start, what the heck is foot fetish boxing? Oh thats easy! The opponents will fight against each other in a classic boxing match, but with a small change in the rules. The one who gets knocked out has to worship the winners paws! Heh, seems obvious...Anyways, lets get to the ring!"
A few moments later, the lights went out in the Arena. The Audience went completly silent. Then, a deep voice announced the opponents.
"Ladys and Gentleman, boys and Girls. Let´s get ready to rumble! In the Red Corner, wearing yellow gloves and yellow pants, with 2 teeth as sharp as my mates claws, the Snakedragon, Serrrrrpennnnaaaaaa!"
The Audience went crazy and cheered for Serpenna. Serpenna smiled and held up a glove to make a taunt
End of the Martial Arts ClubEnd of the Martial Arts Club1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s when martial artists gain a certain rank, such as a black belt for example, and feel they are entitled to show it off. The mark of a true martial arts master is one who is humble in his achievements…because he/she knows that their actions speak louder than their boasting. However, there are times when I must encounter and trade blows with such morons. This is one of those times.
The martial arts club had been running for about 5 weeks, and so far everything was going great. The system we had set up was actually pretty decent, and I had no idea that there were other martial arts masters at the school. We had two karate black belts, a taekwondo black belt, a judo expert, and then there was me, a muay thai master. The plan was for students who wanted to join the club, they had to pass a basic fitness test to make sure they were up for the training, and then they could choose who they wanted to learn from. Sometimes we picked for t
Night of The Twisters The following is a story based off a true event that happened to me at boy scout summer camp when I was 13.Night of The Twisters2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It had been a long day at Boy Scout summer camp as me and a couple of my friends walked down the dusty dirt road to our campsite. We had been there almost a week and were joined by several other troops that brought the total of people up to about 200. The camp was a peaceful place. It was nestled in the woods near a large bay that made fog roll in every morning, coating us and our gear, with a moist, sticky layer of water. Our accommodations were fairly large, two man WW2 tents that were a dark green and sat on wooden platforms. Each campground consisted of about 20-30 tenets. The campground I was staying at was near the shower house, which was right next to a ravine that was about 30-40ft deep. On the other side of the ravine was the lodge, where we held meetings. It was actually
Ultimate Giantess Creation (GTS RP)Well I've decided to make another giantess RP. But this time it involves somethings a little different. There will be the race itself but then you can see what kinda anthro race you pick. For example if it's a neko you can say a Tiger Neko or something. Plus also there will be a good side and a bad said and plenty more. Try the RP and experience it as many times as you want. This is RP can be played as many times as you want. But there will be a limit so I won't get overwhelmed. Now for the rules.Ultimate Giantess Creation (GTS RP)3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Name: (You already know what this is. But this time I want the full name of the character, nicknames to at least one.)
Age: (This time it'll be 14-40 thanks to anime logic)
Hair: (I want the hair color every bit of detail if she has multiple colors.)
Hair Length: (I want to know how long or short her hair is like how long does it reach to both front and back)
Eyes: (Tell me the colors of her eyes it can be just one pair or one eye has a different color then the other eye.)
Sidewalk Coffee BluesI’m waiting for my macchiato in a sidewalk coffee shop, where chairs and tables are laid out on walkways and corridors. They’re inviting, offering the promise of rest after a long day trudging through the murky sea of faces. That’s probably why this shop is so popular.Sidewalk Coffee Blues1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My macchiato has arrived. It’s small, much smaller than what Starbucks has led me to expect. It’s a testament to what kind of coffee shop this is - a real coffee shop, untainted by consumer capitalism. There are three tiny leaves made of milk froth in my coffee; it’s a novel experience.
I take a sip and try my hardest not to grimace. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it’s bitter. It’s the kind of bitter that makes you wonder why anyone would choose to be so cruel. The kind of bitter that makes you wonder what had possessed you to pay $10 for a compact cup of abject bitterness, and if you’d known it was going to be this bitter you probably would have walked
My smallest friendNot every friend we have is big, or even human. Sometimes, the smallest creature can be a good friend as well.My smallest friend3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And this is the story of the smallest friend I ever had...
Bicho was a golden hamster, born in a pet shop. He was in a cage with others like him, and, obviously, he got bored with time. Until one day a girl stood in front of his cage. All of sudden, a huge hand grabbed him and put him inside a dark cave. That was new! But scary at the same time.
He noticed how the cave was moving; he heard different noises, and he knew he was being taken somewhere else, but hey! Adventure! That wasn't boring at all!
And after some time, the cave stopped. He went inside a new place, with food, and water, and all for himself! And he saw again the girl that stood in front of his cage back at the other place. Well, if she was going to be his new partner, he wouldn't mind; as long as she didn't anger him, they would be fine.
But no, the gir
Girl of the cityShe’s a child of both rain and the Sun. She feels at home both in September, when the blue sky turns dark sooner and sooner and in March, when her own liveliness seems to have spilt in the world.Girl of the city2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sliding gracefully along the grey temples and pathways of the city, her gaze seems to bring them just a sip of vernal air, a subtle touch of Spring. If she could, she would decorate most of the city with an art or another. Rainbows made of flowers, cloth, paint or words. Sometimes music, instruments diverse that she promises herself she’ll learn one day.
Sometimes changing as the weather, she knows to protect herself from all its fickle habits: a graceful straw hat adorns her hair in the Summer and a rainbow umbrella keeps her just a bit warm during the cozy Autumn rain, though rain she welcomes mostly. It makes her feel anew, a breeze piercing the gentle drops. A moment where the world is cleansed, away even, and a sort of purity has replaced it. Her element.
The stylish attire an
Stop And Look Take one look at any girl today, looks don`t matter at the moment even though it is tough to ignore but now it is only looking for what is on the inside. Pick a person, lets choose number seven, for example.Stop And Look 3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She thinks she weighs more than she knows she does, she has reached ninety-six pounds over all of her self-hate. Seven is never hungry anymore, at least she pretends like she isn`t. Once she`s forced to eat after someone notices, its too the bathroom and fingers pressed firmly down her throat, shes becoming worse than just Anorexic which is what it once was in the beginning. Each day she will look into the mirror to face only disappointment and disgust.
She leaves gaping holes in her thighs nearly every night with her well hidden blades. She knows people sometimes catch her picking her jeans off of dried blood once one is too easily re-opened, yet she makes her best efforts to make it seem as though it is nothing.
Spirit of the Animals Part 3The Spirit of the Animals- Part 3Spirit of the Animals Part 31 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Spirit of the Fox and the Chicken
The cold winter wind blew through the trees, rustling the leaves across the countryside roads. A twig snapped as a fox scurried out onto the road with a lifeless object in its mouth, suddenly the fox turned, a pair of lights were reflected in its black shiny eyes and with a roar and yelp the fox was gone as a silver convertible sped down the road a single beer can clanking as it hit the concrete road as a pink and green mist floated around the can.
The driver, a cute fit blonde cheered as she pushed her convertible to its top sped but the passenger a red haired, sweet baby faced girl had started to hate the fun.
“Jodie, I think we hit something” the red haired girl said.
“Oh liven up Kayleigh, nothing ever happens on this road so there’s nothing to hit” giggled Jodie as she started to slow the car’s pace as they neared town.
But deep down Jodie had to admit she felt a bump when s
Anna's Feet Get a Little Lovin'!Madison and I had been friends for a few months and had begun sharing our mutual fetishes about a month prior to this. However, at this point, I had almost always at least rubbed her feet when she visited my dorm. She had obliged me in my tickle kinks sometimes afterward. It was a pretty standard arrangement, and I had been coming around to a foot fetish of my own. This time, though, she had an alternate idea.Anna's Feet Get a Little Lovin'!1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She showed up, unannounced as she always did, and I found her on the couch in the common area. Instead of allowing me to take her boots off as per the routine, she held me up.
"Hey, you kinda like my feet by now, right?" She asked.
"Uhh, sure." I responded, a little confused.
"Okay, well, I've been tickling those suckers for a while now." Madison said, indicating my feet. "I kinda want to just... smell them, or whatever, if that's okay."
I remember blushing a little. "You want to... smell... my feet? I mean, by all means, it's been a long day." I remarked, kicking off my shoes. S