rebecca tickledRebecca was a cute, 'girl-next-door' type, and new babysitter for the McConleys' 10 year old son, Billy. Rebecca had been on her feet all day at school at the local college, and decided to remove her shoes to relax in the family's lazyboy while her and Billy watched some TV.rebecca tickled6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Billy was on the floor, but he wasn't able to pay too close attention to the TV program they were watching, as he became completely distracted by the beautiful set of barefeet that were sticking out beyond the foot rest.
Rebecca noticed right away that Billy was staring at her barefeet. She had recently learned that her feet were becoming quite the attraction in her classes. Rebecca liked to be comfortable while in the classroom, and often she would slip out of her shoes to be barefoot. Sometimes she would put her pedicured barefeet up on the desks in front of her. As of late she was catching many guys in her classes staring at her soft, bare soles. She'd wondered lately if she might be distracting these poor lads,
TK Commish: Hermione and GinnyTK Commish: Hermione and Ginny - The Dangers of House ManagementTK Commish: Hermione and Ginny1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
(This story takes place in Half-Blood Prince where Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Ron and various members of the Order of the Phoenix are setting up 12 Grimwauld place as the new Order headquarters.)
"When they told me we would be fighting against You-Know-Who, I really thought it would be more interesting than this,” Ginny said, sighing, as she, Ron, Hermione, and Harry continued their campaign to make 12 Grimwauld Place fit for human habitation.
"Yeah, I figured it would be about saving the world, damsels in distress, eternal fame and glory, that sort of thing,” Ron grumbled as the four of them set about cleaning one of the bedrooms on the second floor of 12 Grimwauld Place. No one but Kreacher had lived here for a while, and they had been hard at work in the past week trying to restore the house to make it the new headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Sirius had pretty much been the only one who w
The Science ProjectIt was a new summer day. The birds sang in their sweet tones, and all was finally coming to a waking point. Dew was freshly doused over the lush green grass. Sun poured in through the cracks of the blinds in the carousel boutique. The light enveloped the sleeping filly in a warmth unmatched by all except for her mother's tender grasp. One that can't be substituted by anyone but her sister. She slowly awoke, her eyes squinting, the light finding the cracks in her eyelids and temporarily blinding her once again from the world. She wanted nothing more than to sleep. The window was open, and a cool calm breeze slowly rolled in and caressed her body. It slowly went over her bare-feet and she pulled them in, the chills of the outside world tearing down the walls of her dreams. But alas, all dreams must end and she heard the voice of her sister calling her for school. She sat up and stretched out her arms, curling her fingers, working some feeling into them. She yawned, letting the refreshingThe Science Project2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
NumbBreak me,Numb6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Until I weep for more
Until I scream your name
Until I can Feel again.
True tickling story: Ticklish Babysitter (F/M)(I love thinking back on all the fun times I had tickling my babysitters.)True tickling story: Ticklish Babysitter (F/M)2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was twelve years old at this time, it was late summer and it was very hot, inside the house and out. I remember exactly what I was wearing, I was barefoot, with blue painted toenails, and I had jean short shorts on, along with a black tee shirt. My father had left the house, as he often did, for two whole days on a business trip. This was also my first male babysitter his name was Andrew and I think he was about twenty two. He was attending collage at the time and was at my house to babysit me only after school. He was probably about 5,9, and he had short blonde hair. One day he came home from school and was wearing a muscle tee jeans, and cowboy boots. After dinner I got sent to bed, and Andrew was still watching T.V.
After a few hours I crept downstairs to find him asleep laying across the sofa, he had removed his shirt and shoes and socks, he had a very well toned body. Dang, I thought he was cute
Wise Words"It is not the critic who counts; nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust, sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows great enthusiasms, great devotions, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat."Wise Words3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Cute shy and nerdy = TicklishCute shy and nerdy = Ticklish2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
The noisy yellow bus drove down the street at a speed that was surely not as fast as the slow thing could go. The ride was a long and dull one that heeded nothing interesting whatsoever. It was a typical Friday afternoon and everyone on the bus was excited and happy that it was the weekend, making them louder and even more obnoxious than usual. Most of the teenagers on the bus were tuning out the annoying little kids with their music, or by playing on their phones. It was the only way to catch any relief at all from the idiotic kids in the front of the bus. Some, however, were gifted in the art of zoning out.
Kyle was one of them. He sat in his seat in the very back of the bus with a bored expression, completely oblivious to all of the noise around him. He stared out the window distractedly and fiddled with the dark blue, rubber bracelet
Tumbler‘Twere’nt long ago, when I started tumbling. Hot dry winds rose around me and the base of my stalk went snap and I began to roll. Finally free of my roots, ready to roam the deserts and plains. Catch a glimpse of the tall orange buttes in the northern plains, as they had been described to me by other holy rollers.Tumbler2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Maybe even catch a view of people. Heard lotsa stories ‘bout them people, even though I saw one on a horse when I were but a sprout. People were always in’eresting, usin’ us for shootin’ practice, something to kick, something innocuous and ubiquitous to say, “Yeah. You’re alone out here. Just you, the sun, and the tumbleweed.”
Starting tumbling, started seein’ some strange things. There ain’t hardly no trees ‘round here, but there’s lots of wood, rectangular like, half formed into boxes. I heard that people had something to do with it, wanting the sparkles from the ground my detached roots once sun
Teach Me How To Be InspiredSomeone came up to me once, his eyes were grey and soft, and he asked me, "Teach me how to write, please?"Teach Me How To Be Inspired4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Frowning, I looked at him, "Write what?"
"Teach me how to write beautiful poetry, I need to be able to write poetry," he paused, "But I never know what to write about...."
In that moment I understood my friend's problem, "Okay," I said, "Write about the reflection of the sun's light on water. Write about how at sunset it bleeds its rays out onto the wet sand to create copper fields. Write about the gritty grip of that sand between your toes, like the most adoring lover it'll never let you go and you'll spend the rest of your life trying to shake it out of your shoes."
He smiled, but it was a small smile, "I've never been to the beach though..."
"Then write about the city," I shrugged, "Write about the flocks of pigeons as they take to the air like soot covered angels, write about the tinny sm
The Rot of FlowersI am so bored of flowers.The Rot of Flowers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dream in wounds
And I am bored of trees
Stretching to heaven;
They'll never reach.
I want to see the rot within,
gnawing on the insides,
I want to taste the pollution,
The city's poison
To distill, bottle, and sell
- humanity for consumption
I want to scrape off the makeup,
Turn the flesh inside out
And lick the rot.
Only then will flowers be beautiful.
© 2013 themagpiepoet
BreakfastYou told me she had died in a hospital bedBreakfast1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With her glasses on
So that she could see Death properly
And I picked away at my breakfast,
Which was pancakes and strawberries,
Trying to imagine
Her squinting ahead at Him
With her dying eyesight
The pancakes were dry and store-bought
And my plate was a pool of cold syrup
When I had finished,
And my hands were stained with the sweet blood
And you took my place,
Picking away at soggy crumbs.
The AsylumIt had been a battle, putting her in the Asylum. She was ashamed afterwards - of the words she had spat and the damage she had tried to inflict on the men that had dragged her there. She'd kicked and screamed whilst compiling every curse and profanity that had ever been uttered in her presence - spewing them forth with all the hatred and detest that she could muster. She'd even punctuated each sentence with a well formed, glistening globe of spit that her Brother would be proud of. Something to write home about at least.The Asylum3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
After she was left alone between the white walls and blank canvas's of the room they expected her to get better in she sneezed three times. The sound echoed despite the firmly padded cell that they had locked her in and it startled her. When she finished she heard a different noise, a low hiss. She didn't recognise it the first time it came. It wasn't beneath the floorboards for she knew that she was in the depths of this hospital already. It came from within th
I do not like you poetsI do not like you poetsI do not like you poets1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
breathing into my sorry head
like the air hasn't been wasted a half-a-million times
folding up my lungs
to place them neatly into a wastebasket
how can you make me stop hurting
& then just leave me
a limp lettuce leaf
on the backside of some dirty napkin verse
I am not the jealous type
but I'm going to call up Melpomene & ask her where she's been
send her drunk texts
because I'm too tired of filling up my skull
with cicada skins instead of led
while you make it all too easy
to sleep through a heartattack or two
my pygmalion, my god, my thing of legends
when you were being taught the siren's song
was I writing myself a migraine?
Peach and Daisy's Tickle TorturePeach and Daisy's Tickle TorturePeach and Daisy's Tickle Torture2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After Bowsers' latest defeat at the hands of Mario and Luigi, the Mushroom Kingdom was at peace, in order to celebrate Bowser's defeat they decided to throw a big party for the Mario Bros as a sign of grateful to them for saving Peach yet again.
However at Bowser's castle, Bowser is already planning to take revenge on Mario again as the Koopas where still cleaning up the castle "Curse those Mario Brothers, I will get them this time" as Bowser was walking to this throne he hears a voice "Lost again your rudeness?" Bowser turns around and sees Kammy Koopa appear.
Bowser then sits on his throne "You can see what happen right, don't worry I'll get them back" Kammy flies over to him "And how would you do that?" Bowser looks at her as she flies around "I mean you kidnapped Peach heaps of times, you stole the Star Rod and a lot of other things and you still fail" Bowser pounds the arm of his throne with his fist "Get to the point" Kammy chuckles then said "Wha
101 Useless Transformations - Soft Body (Pt. I)“ ‘Soft Body’ spell… well, I’ve always wanted softer skin. Why not?” Carol wondered aloud to herself. She glanced over the spells’ instructions one more time and prepared to cast it on herself.101 Useless Transformations - Soft Body (Pt. I)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
As she began the incantation however, she was startled by a loud noise, like someone crashing through the front door. “Carol! I’m homeeee!” Carol rolled her eyes. It was just her roommate, Eve, back from Potions 205. She continued to cast the spell.
Just as it took effect, Eve knocked on Carol’s door. “Uh… give me a minute.” Carol said, waiting for the spell to finish. Once it did, she got up and opened the door. “What?”
“Hey, I just… hm. You look different.”
“Huh? Oh, does my skin look better?” Carol asked with glee, “It’s already working!” she said, looking herself over.
“I don’t know about better… but you look… softer.
Sora and Kairi's Wedding: KH Alternate Future 36Sora and Kairi's Wedding: KH Alternate Future 364 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"TAKE THIS!" Sora's Keyblade flashed through the air and cracked Vexen's raised shield while Riku's Way to the Dawn was parried with Lexaeus' tomahawk.
"Pathetic," Yamikai mocked. When Kairi came flying in down the center, the Princess of Darkness leapt back, sending both boys off balance and colliding into Kairi's path. "I can't believe I was ever friends with a couple of losers like you two."
"We've got to coordinate our attacks," Riku muttered to Sora and Kairi as they untangled themselves from their disorganized heap. "If we don't, we're going to end up attacking each other by accident." He stood up and got back into his battle stance. "I'll take the left side. Sora flanks the right. Kairi charges straight through. Agreed?" Without waiting for an answer, he charged at Yamikai, his steel-like gaze focused on target.
Seeing this, Yamikai switched her tomahawk to Saix's claymore. "Bring it on, 'friend.'" She swung the claymore at the ground, caus
No Escape for the Spider's Prey: A Tickle StoryIt was a dark, cold night. Lindsey was young college, sorority girl walking to her sorority house with her friends. Lindsey had blonde hair, green eyes and a cute skinny body. She had just been out to the bar with her friends. They were walking through a park with tall trees that gave a creepy yet wondrous feeling. Lindsey felt a little bit sick (probably because she just spent a day's food budget on cosmopolitans) so she sat down on a bench while her friends went back to the sorority house. For anyone that has ever heard of anything bad happening to anyone, you know how stupid Lindsey is, a cute college girl sitting alone in a park at night after drinking. How did she even get in college in the first place?No Escape for the Spider's Prey: A Tickle Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, Lindsey was sitting on a park bench underneath the tall ominous trees. She decided to lay down on the bench, normally Lindsey wasn't this stupid but she had been drinking, a lot. She laid down and soon enough fell asleep, or rather she passed out. Little did Lindsey know, a sin
My Tickle Torture ExperienceIt all started on a saturday afternoon. I was sitting on the couch while my roommate Clara read a book of hers on the kitchen chair. It was a rainy afternoon, and there was absaloutly nothing around for us to do. I became so bored, that I had apparently dozed off, although I don't know when or for how long.My Tickle Torture Experience3 years ago in Settings More Like This
When I woke up, I was surprised to find that my arms were stretched over and behind my head. I tried to pull, but found that my wrists were bound with a rope that was somehow fastened to the bottom of the couch. I tried to sit up, but also found that my ankles were tightly bound together with another rope, connecting to the other bottom side of the couch, leaving me utterly exposed and helpless. I also noticed that my shoes had been taken off my feet, so that I was wearing only white socks. I was about to call Clara to tell her off, but she stepped into the room, grinning wickedly.
"Why the hell am I tied up like this?!" I demanded.
"Because I'm bored," she replied. "And
Hyperdimension Neptunia Blanc Tickling Story"Aww come on, sis! Read us a better story!" yelled out a small girl in a pink outfit. "You have been reading us too many boring stories and it's not fun for me or Rom!" the girl in pink yelled out.Hyperdimension Neptunia Blanc Tickling Story2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Her name was Ram and she had on a pink coat that had matched the hat that she is wearing. Along with a pair of stockings and pink boots. Like her big sister, she also had brown hair but it was slightly longer than hers. One thing about Ram is that she is more energetic and louder than her two sisters. She also loved to mess around with her big sister with her twin sister, Rom.
"Sorry, but I am not in the mood to read you two a story filled with childish nonsense."
The girl who had been reading them stories was a calm, quiet girl named Blanc. She had blue eyes and short brown hair that she covered with a big hat that bears an autumn color pattern on it. She had on a red dress and a small white coat that resembles a shrine maiden's outfit and had an autumn pattern that matches the hat she was
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288Vanguard, Chapter 1: Duncan1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
Crossover: A Schoolgirl, a Ninja and a KekkaishiTokine Yukimura was currently in her back yard of the Yukimura land, clad in her Kekkaishi outfit standing before a large black ritual circle on a nice early Spring morning. She was currently practicing her clan’s secret summon ritual which was suppose to summon other worldly beings to help her in her battles to protect Karasumori.Crossover: A Schoolgirl, a Ninja and a Kekkaishi2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Alright, lets do this!” She said making a hand sign with her hands as she began to chant. “Rin, yuri, mori, rin, sai, ni, san, so, ro, mon, si, ni, ni, ra!” Tokine shouted as she slam her palm on the summon circle which began to glow brightly. “Yes, yes it’s working!” She said happily as sparks began to shoot out. “Oh no!” She said worried as soon there was a large explosion which didn’t even wake up Yoshimori from his deep sleep.
“Another failure.” Tokine said disappointed as she coughed as the yard was filled with smoke which made her slightly dirty. “I need to lear
Big SisterI am not my sister's keeper.Big Sister1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
she is a lock-pick, a file system
of assorted secrets
spilled across the couch like a
a jar of sequins and buttons
I am not my sister's keeper.
But I hold her hair back while she pukes,
and break the news to her evenly
waiting for the decline of her wailing
like the tumbling of retreating curls on
She swings her feet off the edge,
I build her wings.
In My DreamsI met her in my dreams.In My Dreams1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She tells me she’s lonely, I told her I’m similar.
I tell her everything; she whispers back
“It’s okay. I’m here, you’re alive. You’re breathing.”
She’s the reason I picked up all the pens I did.
The reason I don’t want to sleep most days anymore.
My tears fall every time someone sells her out.
I hate that people use her for the fame & the wealth.
And act like she would give herself up for free.
And act like she would give herself up for free.
My text says “I need you more than ever.”
But wait a minute.
What am I thinking?
Why did I send that?
I’m not ready for that.
Not ready to commit.
‘Cause I’d be really bad at it.
‘Cause I’m only thinking about me.
I’m only thinking about me.
The more honest I get, the weirder you get.
And I’m fine with that.
The more honest I get, the more they hate you.
Are you fine with that?
Friends ask all the time,