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Mary's Feet in Fishnets (The Story)I was heading home from a few errands and decided to cut down and drive by Mary's place of work. Mary is a long time Family Female friend for those who don't know or are first time readers.
I was shocked to see she was alone so I stopped in to say *HI* and head home and hopefully just see her beautiful feet and maybe a few photos but nothing prepared me for what I was about to see and do!
I walked in with my cup of coffee and she was on the phone and her eyes popped out when I peeked around the corner at her desk.
She put her hand over the phone receiver and whispered," Mike what are you doing here"?
I innocently shrugged my shoulders and sat in the waiting area chairs by her desk and sipped my coffee and waited for her to get off the phone. Finally she did and she asked again what I was doing here and I told her I had some errands to run and just drove by.
I asked her why she kept asking and she responded," No reason, it's just that my boss will be back in about an hour from a meeting
Mary's Ticklish Predicament (M/F Feet tickling)I was going to the hardware store for some wood screws and some primer and paint to repair our mailbox and post plus the wood 2"x4"'s on the wooden doors of our shed in the back yard.
Streets being busy during lunch hour I took a main road that coincidentally ran past Mary's place of employment. Driving by I noticed that her car was alone in the lot and her co-worker and her supervisor might not be there so I chanced it and pulled in. I parked and walked in the waiting room and peeked around the corner and there was Mary sitting and talking on the phone.
She saw me and her eyes popped out and she whispered," what are you doing here Michael"?
I shrugged my shoulders and waited till she hung up. She asked again and I responded," I was heading to the hardware store and saw you were alone so I was hoping you were so I could stop in, have a cup of coffee and chat".
She joked and asked" What no stocks? No feathers? No tickling today"?
I replied," Well I would love to but I have some home rep
Wifey's Planned Tickle Revnge On ME (F/M Feet)First I want to THANK everyone for their favs and wonderful, supportive comments, so getting back I went to work this past weekend after being off 4 weeks from my surgery, in which I took lots of my Wife's feet photos, I went in this past Friday and I was I was tired but managed to get through so I went back in Saturday Morning.
That afternoon, while at work, it snowed bad and my Wife and my Sons shoveled and snow blowed the drive. I came Home after 6:30 (E.D.T) and took a long hot bath and relaxed. I got out and put on my pajama bottoms and a hockey jersey and went into the living room to watch TV with my Wife.
She was on her favorite loveseat, which is positioned at 9 o'clock, and I stretched out on the couch, which is behind her at 6 o'clock. Anyways she turned back and told me how her neck and shoulders were aching and I mentioned my ankles and feet were sore from all the walking on the store's hard, concrete floor.
She looked at me again and said distinctively," I'll make yo
Wife's Ticklish Predicament/Bare Feet (The Story)I was watching the NFL Play-off games and I glanced over and saw her standing on a chair cleaning out the china cabinet.
I couldn't get over her toes just standing there and their beauty and the polish was getting to me so I got up and got the camera.
I returned and stood over her succulent little piggies and set the call camera to take the photos. She looked down and said," you got to be kidding, you aren't planning on any photos of my toes are you"?
Just then I took one and she knew the answer to her question.
I took a few and then when I took one while tickling her toes she let out with a loud shrieking laugh and exclaimed," HAHAHA HEY HEY HEY NOT FAIR MIKE PLEEEEEEASE DON'T TICKLE ME NOE PLEASE", and with that said I took a few quick photos and put the camera down, now it was fun time.
As she was cleaning and dusting it I tickled both her sets of toes, especially the space in between the big ones and she went berserk!
She laughed and screamed,"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MIKE MIKE MIKE I'M GOIN
Rib-Tickling Amusement Park RideMy Wife and I met at a Vocational School during our High School years. We were both 16 and she went for Legal Secretary, she became an RN and I went for Heating/Refrigeration/Appliance repair and service, I became a steelworker and then a construction worker.
So with that said we were out of High School and in our early 20's. We were young, working and it was Summer so we went, with another couple, to a long closed but classic Amusement Park called *Geauga Lake* in the Northeast Ohio area.
We walked around, played games, went on rides, everything you can imagine at a park on a Hot July Day.
I saw an old time ride called the *Rotor*, now for those not familiar you go in and stand in this big circular tube and with your back against the wall and all limbs against it as well.
Not strapped in or anything the idea is the huge tubular chamber spins at a high rate of speed for a matter of minutes and the centrifugal force holds you fast and tight against the rubberized wall and then the floor
Mary's Merry Gift (The Tickling Story)I, as I wrote in my journal, am having surgery this Wed. and I will be in the Hospital for a few Days then it lots of recovering so it may be a while till I can post any more photos.
Anyways I was heading to the Hospital for the P.A.T. (Pre-Admission Testing) and on my way Home I was driving by her place of work and I saw she her car was there alone.
Mary and her Family are good friends with my Family and she hates her feet to be looked at, let alone touched, but she also loves a challenge and never backs down from one and I always tell her that if she can stay still and not laugh when I tickle her feet I will stop. She always takes that challenge, though she says how dumb it is for her to cause she knows she will lose.
So I stopped in and she saw I was kind of worried and concerned about it and she asked if there was something she could do.
I joked and asked," you could let me take some photos of your feet before my surgery to cheer me up".
She looked at me, shook her head and said,"
TG Bride Possession 2 (CapTrade)
After trying and trying to get his buddy Dave out of marrying her, Seb was unsuccessful. For months now, Dave had been dating a woman named Anna who he was unaware was only a goldigger after finding out she was gonna divorce him and end up taking most of his families fortune in the end. Seb could not let that happen. But it was no easy task however, Dave was indeed blind to the idea she would do this to him. Pursion after pursion was enough as this hard act was the moment when Dave broke all ties with Seb as his best friend and bared him from the wedding. There was nothing more he could do, Dave was gonna marry Anna and it was gonna end badly for him.
The day of the wedding finally came and everyone was gathering into the church. Seb arrived as well only he had other plans in mind. Instead of going through the front door with everyone, he decided possibly to sneak in the back. Going around the back of the church, he was a lil confused at how there was no door, but a small window
It can't be so it must beSometimes i say it can't be
because it can't
but sometimes i say it must be
because it must
I must be
Therefore I can't be
Do you ever wonder if the cup you're drinking from has a bottom?
You see it has a pit - rather, a stomach - and how it ends to fit in your palm, but do you ever wonder if you're seeing everything?
It makes sense, to assume it has a bottom and to assume it must be able to be filled and emptied.
But what about the ones that sprung leaks? What about the ones who broke in all the wrong places?
You know what's going to happen to them. Cracking. Trashing. It's a death sentence, for something that cannot experience death. You must do something about it.
You pitch the worthless cup.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be be the worthless cup?
Do you think about it daily? Does asking the question, "Am I a worthless cup?" haunt you?
Do you live in fear of that question? Do you live in fear over what you could be? What you can't be? What you must be? Are you ever c
To my dearest Minions. To my dearest Minions,
My name is Laertes, king of the Universe.
Or, soon to be. It is a slow and painful process, but I know that it shall be worth all the while.
Would you like to know more about my personality? Sure you do.
People tell me that I am very vain and narcissistic. I am not. I simply want to share my glorious-ness with the entire world, and force my minions to worship me. To be a faithful Minion, you must depict me in art forms of all types.
People ask me whether or not I have a favorite Minion. I do. My favorite Minion is the one who loves me the most. You know who you are.
My fan group, I love you , but not as much as you love me. I am far above that. I shall love you more in due time.
Thank you for listening to me today, and remember to be a faithful minion.
Your King and Overlord of All ,
PS. Remember my creator, :iconVanillasaurusRex: , and Remember my friend :iconTardar-Sauce: , who is typing for me because I do not have fingers.
MirrorsThe corner of my mouth is throbbing and I really, really just want to rip that entire part of my face off right now... seriously I just want to burry my nails in my face and yank them down as fast and hard as I can, I want to hurt myself. I want to look into this mirror and see my blood. I want to hurt myself. And for some reason this storm is making the urge a thousand times stronger then what it usually is... How did I get to this point? how did I become this disgusting shell of a human. Am I still human? do I qualify? no.. I don't. how did this happen to me... why am I standing here staring into the eyes of this thing. These eyes.. the corners torn... bloodshot... how can the still see? My eyes. The mouth... dry and cracked... a cut curving downwards from the right... is that what so annoyingly hurts? yes, I believe it is. that hand slowing being raised to my face, it's mine, isn't it? Nails jagged and caked in dirt. fingers trembling, wrist covered in scars. yeah.. that's mine. I r
I had this saved.Verse: Original fiction.
Full Name: Isaac Simmons
Pronunciation: Eye-Sack Simm-ons
Nickname/Alias: I, Isaac.
Origin: It fit the character very well.
Pet Name: Izzy (long story XD)
Signature: (What is their handwriting like?) God awful XD
Gender Role: Acts more feminine.
Real Age: 16-18
Age Appearance: 14
Birthday: 2nd June
Birthplace: Wordsley Hospital
Immediate Family: Father (Derrick) Sister (Isabella)
Distant Family:Mother (unnamed)
Parenting: Very strict, Derrick didn’t want to make the same mistakes his parents did.
Upbringing: No real morals taught, he came up with his own at a young age.
Infancy: Dropped like a hot stone by Mother. Father kept him and his twin sister very much a secret.
Childhood: His childhood consisted largely of worry, constantly being afraid of being taken by the police whenever Derrick went out.
Adolescence: At age 14
Blue dragonIt's been 2 days since I had dreams about being a blue dragon.
The first dream was just me playing GO with my friend as a orange dragon and there's nothing else I can remember. One question, Why GO?! = ="
Another dream was weirder than the first. There was a news about the missing people in a town.
I and my mom went to a zoo in that town. During the time that my mom wanted to watch an elephant show, I went outside of the zoo to do something to wait for her because I was bored.
When I was walking along a bridge, there were a women and a girl walking pass me and I heard them talking.
"It's too hot here!", the child said.
"I told you it's not worth to come here.", her mom replied.
I didn't pay attention to them much but it seemed that they knew I was listening to them.
I started walk fast to be apart from them as fast as possible.
At that time the traffic was heavy and most cars stopped at a nearby junction.
I crossed the road and passed some stopped cars, then I started running si
Twiddling My ThumbsSometimes just sitting and people watching can be a source of some of the greatest entertainment. I always find my eyes and ears wandering when I'm in public, waiting for some interesting tidbit to float over to me. Most of the time it is just nothing nonsense. But...occasionally someone lets something big slip in the public eye. This is particularly true of restaurants and grocery stores.
I was meandering around at my favorite fast food place, Braum's (There are two Braum's in my town, this particular event occurred at my favorite of the two, the one my friend, Brandon, manages. I really can't stand the other one.), when I happened upon a conversation of two young lovers. They were chatting about where to go next. See, apparently they fled home because neither of their parents wanted them to be dating each other and probably for good reason. Regardless, they had come quite a ways. somewhere in the range of 300 miles in an old beater, working odd jobs along the way to supply the car wi
Hundred Memories #3: FootstepsJuly 15, 2014; 11:30 PM
I couldn’t help but laugh as I read the lines of text appearing on the screen, clutching at my sides out of habit. It wasn’t that the message itself was amusing in any way, but that the scenario in itself was. Quickly typing out a response and wrapping my sweatshirt tighter around myself, I couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps smile isn’t quite the correct description – it was more an upward quirk of the lips. The laughter, the smile. It wasn’t that it was funny. Just that I didn’t know how else to react.
In moments like that, I always tended to reflect on what, exactly, ‘normal’ is. Surely it isn’t anything within the confines of that concept, two fourteen-year-olds discussing death? Rationally discussing the idea of death, of dying, of – of being alright with our own deaths? Again a chuckle slipped past my lips, met with only the darkened silence of my bedro
My Wife's *Ticklish* Situation VThis is no biggie or great deal but I figure I tell the story behind it.
I came into our bedroom and saw her warm, soft barefeet just resting on the bed. It drove me crazy, I mean nutty. So I got my cell phone and asked if I could take a photo or two of her bare feet.
Confused and wondering she asked why. I asked her if she liked the little photos I text her with ideas of me tickling her and teasing her. She responded that she did. I told her that I would take a few photos of her bare feet and then send her a text photo back with a funny message. Shockingly she agreed.
I took many photos and when she asked what was taking so long I told her the camera wasn't working but I kept taking photos and deleting the ones that were out of focus or blurred do to her moving her feet or trying to look down to see what I was up to.
Despite what I was doing she didn't seem to object so this was a great sign of things to come.
That was the photo story now for the tickling part.
She was trying to relax
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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