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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,"
"Mother, please don't make me go, I have nothing to wear and besides I'll be bored out of my skull," I said as I rummaged through my closet in a last ditch effort to try and find something ‘nice’, just in case she insisted that I go to this confounded party. It was just going to be adults, sitting around getting tipsy, and talking about nothing that interested me, sigh! I heard my mother's stern voice from a distance somewhere from within the house "Get ready and I don't want to hear another word about it!" she screamed back.
An hour later, we drove in silence to a friend of my mothers home, that she had known since childhood, who was giving a dinner party reunion at a rented hall down a long driveway and across the road from where she lived. We were greeted then lead into her formal sitting room, where the fireplace was lit and her old 'pug' dog was stretched out in a fitful sleep, snorting and writhing about, like it was chasing some feral cat.
charmcaster and the stonecharmcaster was looking for a way to get revenge on gwen she was searching mystical stone that is said to have magical propertys she found a stump surrounded by pine trees and one that stump was a stone that glowed purple "this must be it!" charmcaster said she picked it up and she fell right on her butt "why did I do that I felt like I forgot how to stand or something" she thought out loud she felt a soft tushy feeling between her legs and butt she looked down and she saw she was wearing a diaper "how did that get there I got to take this off!" charmcaster said she tried to stand up to take the diaper of but just lost balance and fell on her bottom again she had an almost irresistible urge to cry about it but she got over it "what the heck is happening to me!" charmcaster said the diaper was getting poofyer then *blart* "did I seriously just crap my pants?!?" charmcaster was becoming alarmed but slowly she was beginning to like the felt of the soft diaper around her butt it was
Nothing It all happened so fast. Like, a bullet that shot right through a heart.
I glared towards my aunt, clenching my teeth. Muttering, I spoke towards my father. "Can I cut that dog free?" "No. You'll get in trouble." "Me?! They stole a huntin' dog! From the streets!" I threw my arm to the side. Hanging around the county got my little accent going on. My dad hadn't said a word after that. He knew it was wrong. My aunt had stolen a dog with tags and collar. Dad was going on about wanting a picture of the poor thing before. ".. I'll take a picture of it. Gimme your phone." He had sighed then, and gave me the phone. Silent after that. Taking his phone in my hand, I turned towards my aunts van.
On my way, there stood my aunt yelling at my grandmas sister. "You mind your own business! I'm sick of everyone telling me what to do!" Glaring towards them, I tore my gaze as the sound faded. She needed to listen to us. Everyone, and yes I mean everyone , told her to let the dog
SUPER COLLAB BOOK THING! (Asking for participants)Fellow PMDU members, I have an idea. How about all of us work together, and create a story for our characters in PMDU to read and enjoy? A massive collaborative project with no limit to the imagination~
Details can be found behind this link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15DtNWv7Gexh01fU7-XiU_TVxgTas8-r7AUxGZQvRGiI/edit?usp=sharing
Back to SchoolBack to school,
Back to Hell.
Return to education,
Return to incarceration.
Meet the teachers,
Meet the guards.
Students are classmates,
Classmates are inmates.
Desks are their own iron bars,
Like all prisons, there are gangs.
One throws up signs, the other engages silent warfare.
Crips and Bloods,
Jocks and Nerds.
Like every institution, there are signs on the front.
"_______ High School",
"_______ Correctional Facility",
"Abandon all hope, ye who enter here."
The Thin Line of LifeThe Thin Line of Life
If one were to walk the thin line...
The thin line of life...
They would need to walk blind...
For fear would freeze them in place...
Fear to put a foot in the wrong space...
The spaces split between great peace or distress...
Some stop walking...
Some keep going...
Others wobble and fall...
No matter how long and far you walk, never stop.
The line never ends till one day you open your eyes and see...
That you see you didn't need to open them anyway.
Goodbye Long HairDear Long Hair,
What we had was great. But then things started to split and our relationship became a love hate one. Sometimes you'd cooperate and make me feel pretty good about myself. Other times you weren't there like I needed you…Sure you were there but it wasn't like the real you, the good you. Sometimes you just wouldn't decide what you wanted to do with yourself which was hard for me. And I'm sorry that I would pull at you and threaten you, I never wanted to hurt you. I admit, I should have taken better care of you. Life with you was so wishy-washy though and as much as I could love you (at times)it just became a hassle to deal with you. So I let you go, I cut you from my life as cute and wonderful as you may be I had to move on and find something new. I do miss you though especially when I look at old photos. I can get kinda jealous. But then I think "no, I can only see the good things in these photos... these pictures don't show the countless hours of effort I put in and
Hachi's Adventures -- Entry #1Today we went to the beach!
It was loud and noisy, but there were so many dogs!
And so much sand! And water!
I had no idea what to do.
I decided I'd go to the dogs first.
Man, they were all wet.
I hate getting wet.
Especially when the dogs decide to shake the water stuff all over the place.
I don't like that.
The water was scary though.
It kept on going baaack and foooorth and baaaack and foooorth.
It was really nasty tasting too, so I guess I'm not going to drink it.
I don't know why my humans even want me to go near it.
Just get me off this dang leash if you keep dragging me to that weird water!
Oh, yay! They let me off the leash!
Now off I gooooooo-- Ooh, a puppy.
Let's sniff it. Oops, I scared it. Why are they so scared of me?
I'm a big lovebug!
Okay, the Big Guy wants me to go back down.
I shouldn't be on top of a hill, apparently.
I'll just head back that way...
And now Big Guy and Big Sis are taking me in the other direction!
What's over ther-- RU
No Mail on Sunday
For my Father
There once was a little girl. Just an ordinary, plain Jane, run-of-the-mill girl.
She was rail thin, had sandy blond hair, and had clusters of freckles running across her nose and spreading over her face like millions of stars running across the dark Southern sky. These freckles only gave credence to the notion she had about how homely she was. Only her dad would call her beautiful, time and time again.
She loved her daddy so, for to her, he was Superman, Robert Redford, and John Wayne all rolled into one.
She was what you might call a "Daddy's Girl," and spent many an evening at his knee, just listening to the stories he would tell of his work day. He would tease her in fun, and joke with her, only to have her say, "Oh, Daddy!"
When she was very young, her dad was away from home a lot because of his work, and she missed her dad so when he was away.
So, after only a short time with him gone and her missing him so much, it became a ritual for the sma
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
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