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
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.
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 Project1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
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
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 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
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?
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
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,
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.
Just Smile...Perhaps I should confess to you,Just Smile...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I am trapped within this box of crushing insecurity...
Screaming as I shatter my nails against the wall.
But I'm sure you'll tell me to just smile and wave.
Officer Jenny's Unusual ActivityWhen Officer Jenny was off duty, she had a very special pass time.Officer Jenny's Unusual Activity1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
After a hard day at the police station, chasing down criminals and locking them up, she needed a way to unwind.
In her house, there was a small room that was always locked. She carried the key with her everywhere she went, and always kept it in the same pocket on her person.
She brought that key out now.
It was a simple key, nothing extraordinary about it.
Then she unlocked, and opened the room.
The room had two simple features, features that made it different and…very peculiar compared to the rest of the house.
There was a set of padded stocks, connected to a cushioned armchair with no legs, so it was resting entirely off the ground.
She sat down in that very armchair and placed her feet in the semi-circles of the stocks. She closed the upper half over her ankles before locking the stocks in place, effectively binding her feet.
She reclined back in the chair; her still-shoed feet hung half and inch above the gro
Night Foot Worship HinataAfter an intense mission Hinata Hyuga kicks of her sandles and falls asleep late one night in Konoha. Unknown to her someone had been waiting in the shadows for the right moment. Kit was ready to make his move.Night Foot Worship Hinata5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ahh such a cute girl. And how she's grown. I've been waiting for a wonderful night like this. Hinata was so tired that she forgot to cover her feet up. She is officially my second late night foot client. She only made my job easier."
I sighed and got onto the bed. It was not too long ago that she had come home. I could see sweat dripping down her soles. They were still fresh from whatever mission she had come from. Before I did anything I began to estimate her foot size. They looked like a woman's size range 9 to about 11 .She had lovely big soles and a beautiful curved arches. I grinned ready to begin our session. I began to sniff her soles the scent was very appealing to my nose. I began cautiously stroking her toes to see how sensitive she was to it. After a bit I
What did he do to me? 1st TG CaptionWhat did he do to me? 1st TG Caption1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I walked down dirt road still changing. I had finally gotten away from him, but whatever he did to me was still taking effect. My hips were still growing, my butt was growing larger filling the light blue panties he had put on me. My height was deprecating with each step. I had already lost my member and watched my waist turn slim and curvy. My skin was now golden and my hair had already descended past my shoulders. I knew from the pain on my face a few hours ago that my features had changed as well. I stopped in my tracks, stumbling a little. I began to cough something was wrong with my chest. I felt something begin to protrude from my chest. I pulled back the gray top I wore to discover my problem. I looked down at my chest in confusion and awe. Two fully formed breast contained by a black bra were now on my chest.
“What the hell did he do to me?”
Yes EveryNo, not every white person is racist.Yes Every3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But yes, every person of colour will experience racism.
No, not every man is sexist.
But yes, every woman will experience sexism.
No, not every straight person is homophobic.
But yes, every gay person will experience homophobia.
No, not every cis-gendered person is transphobic.
But yes, every transgender person will experience transphobia.
Enough with your 'not every's.
Because, yes every.