sadi
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~Didn't know where to put this exactly: general or tickling, but as this does contain mainly tickling, thus I decided to put it here... ~
Again, it was from a dream; it always is.
But!- this one goes everywhere- rapidly. No segweys between the tangents.
I had to say goodbye to an old pastor, this was his last night. I was standing with 30-or-so youth. There were a few musicians up on the stage, bathed in light, leaving us relatively dark in the background-ish area.
I looked down because I had to go up to do, something, in saying goodbye. I don't know what, but I didn't want to do it; I knew that much at least.
Nervously peeking up, I see Tyrant (and this is yet another reason why I'm so weird), and refuse to move, muscles tensing as I cross my arms in defiance and clench my jaw.
But, I'm not allowed to sit off in the corner and sulk; two or three people come up from behind, catch me in a sheet, and move a few steps up to the stage where he is.
I'm set down, sheet laying around me on the ground. He walks up a few steps, crouching behind me. He slowly drags a finger up my spine, sending intense shocks through my body.
My power drains, and all I'm able to do is keep my mouth shut from the increasingly strong ticklish sensations I'm feeling, the further up he gets, enraged that I'm rendered powerless and defenseless so easily and quickly. :cross:
He makes it up to the base of my neck and a few giggles end up escaping my lips.
"What? I'm not even in a ticklish area, yet." I hear a smile in his voice, picturing a wide grin spread across his smug little face.
He continues to lightly stroke the back of my neck, agonizingly slow and torturous.
After a few more moments of giggling, he suddenly switches to my sides. sending me through the roof. The whole time my hands just lay to my sides, twisted up at the elbows with fists clenched. My legs doing something similar, squeezed together and bent at the knees.
As I'm laughing my head off he jabs a finger into my button, every once in a while. It really hurts more than anything else, since he's jabbing and frequently missing. I'm still going mental though, regardless.
It switches to the tickletheater website, PMs section. Someone's sending me a youtube video, opening right away.
What I see is very similar, to a sort. I see myself in that same scenario, eyes closed and laughing my head off like before. But now I'm also tied up, hands and feet captured in locks. Not much different from my original position, just more dazzle.
Not wanting to blow Tyrant's head ANY larger at all! By the way. He doesn't need any help with that.
~There's another part/ dream section-thingie, coming, starring a certain, Dale, perhaps.
And now you have a glimpse of just how twisted my mind can be. I think I'm addicted. :happy: ~
Again, it was from a dream; it always is.
But!- this one goes everywhere- rapidly. No segweys between the tangents. I had to say goodbye to an old pastor, this was his last night. I was standing with 30-or-so youth. There were a few musicians up on the stage, bathed in light, leaving us relatively dark in the background-ish area.
I looked down because I had to go up to do, something, in saying goodbye. I don't know what, but I didn't want to do it; I knew that much at least.
Nervously peeking up, I see Tyrant (and this is yet another reason why I'm so weird), and refuse to move, muscles tensing as I cross my arms in defiance and clench my jaw.
But, I'm not allowed to sit off in the corner and sulk; two or three people come up from behind, catch me in a sheet, and move a few steps up to the stage where he is.
I'm set down, sheet laying around me on the ground. He walks up a few steps, crouching behind me. He slowly drags a finger up my spine, sending intense shocks through my body.
My power drains, and all I'm able to do is keep my mouth shut from the increasingly strong ticklish sensations I'm feeling, the further up he gets, enraged that I'm rendered powerless and defenseless so easily and quickly. :cross:
He makes it up to the base of my neck and a few giggles end up escaping my lips.
"What? I'm not even in a ticklish area, yet." I hear a smile in his voice, picturing a wide grin spread across his smug little face.
He continues to lightly stroke the back of my neck, agonizingly slow and torturous.
After a few more moments of giggling, he suddenly switches to my sides. sending me through the roof. The whole time my hands just lay to my sides, twisted up at the elbows with fists clenched. My legs doing something similar, squeezed together and bent at the knees.
As I'm laughing my head off he jabs a finger into my button, every once in a while. It really hurts more than anything else, since he's jabbing and frequently missing. I'm still going mental though, regardless.
It switches to the tickletheater website, PMs section. Someone's sending me a youtube video, opening right away.
What I see is very similar, to a sort. I see myself in that same scenario, eyes closed and laughing my head off like before. But now I'm also tied up, hands and feet captured in locks. Not much different from my original position, just more dazzle.
Not wanting to blow Tyrant's head ANY larger at all! By the way. He doesn't need any help with that.
~There's another part/ dream section-thingie, coming, starring a certain, Dale, perhaps.
And now you have a glimpse of just how twisted my mind can be. I think I'm addicted.
:happy: ~
:cross:
Well you guys simply stop posting then!- and it'll all go away by the time he ever gets on!!!! 
