I had a dream several nights about that was just so damned delicious I had to share. But here's your warning; I'm not a fabulous writer, and it's taking a little while to get into words, so I'm going to post it as I squeeze it out.
The first few sections will have no tickling in them, as they're setting the scene, and I want to tell this thing start to finish. It's also a bit disjointed, to reflect dream "actuality"
It's still amazingly vivid in my mind, but it felt like it spanned hours.
I promise there's a good deal of ticklish torture once things get rolling!
Feel free to wait until I post those parts if you don't care about intro!
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1. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. What in the hell had I been thinking asking Aramis to open that third bottle of wine? Oh. Right. I hadn't been.
Most of that last bottle now resided in the patch of petunias I was slumped next to. I had staggered into somebody's backyard when I felt I was to be sick, so nobody would hear me retching from the street.
I crawled a few feet in the damp grass to lean against a decorative brick well. My forehead against the rough brick distracted me from the first strains of a wicked wine head. The grass prickled on my bare legs as I sprawled, the world revolving slowly.
'It's still early, I can rest here for a few minutes, just until I can walk without swaying...' At least the smell of marigolds and sulfur was over powering the wafts of bile. I drifted quietly out of consciousness... I think.
I came awake with a start when I hit the cool water with a bone-jarring splash. What the fuck?? I sputtered to the surface, not difficult since it was only up to my neck. Good thing I landed ass first. Clawing strands of long black hair out of my eyes, I peered desperately into the darkness. My heart thundered in my chest, I threw out my arms and promptly skinned several knuckles on the rough stone surrounding me.
Sucking on one knuckle my mind raced furiously. 'Alright, breathe. breathe. breathe...think... about what??' I'm standing in a tiny hole full of water. That makes all kinds of sense.
I scuffed my feet along the bottom of my apparent prison, locating one of the stiletto sandals I had been wearing before the plunge. Stepping into it raised me several more inches out of the water. 'Great.' I peered up futilely at what appeared to be a slightly lighter patch of black. 'Only a hundred or so feet to go'
The walls around me were rough, feeling carefully around me I figured maybe if I could locate my other sandal I could use them as braces in the cracks to climb up...? Taking a deep breath, I ducked and felt around my feet. There! To the left, I snagged a strap, but it wasn't budging. I tugged harder, my chest burning slightly with need for breath. Finally I braced one foot against the wall and strained, liberating the sandal and falling back against the stone.
Rubbing the new bruise on my back I stood and stared at the sodden piece of leather in my hand. I didn't even have long enough to puzzle out why it wasn't the same blue as my sandal when the floor dropped out from under me and I was suddenly in deeper water! My head smacked against one of the floor panels in passing, seeing stars at last in the pitchy black. I'm twisting, turning, falling, pulling, knees and head are bouncing against the sides of whatever hellish passage I was rushing through. A sudden short drop brought a scream, a bad idea since I was still mostly under water. My lungs filled with water, choking, gasping, burning, sinking...
The first few sections will have no tickling in them, as they're setting the scene, and I want to tell this thing start to finish. It's also a bit disjointed, to reflect dream "actuality"
It's still amazingly vivid in my mind, but it felt like it spanned hours.
I promise there's a good deal of ticklish torture once things get rolling!
Feel free to wait until I post those parts if you don't care about intro!
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1. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. What in the hell had I been thinking asking Aramis to open that third bottle of wine? Oh. Right. I hadn't been.
Most of that last bottle now resided in the patch of petunias I was slumped next to. I had staggered into somebody's backyard when I felt I was to be sick, so nobody would hear me retching from the street.
I crawled a few feet in the damp grass to lean against a decorative brick well. My forehead against the rough brick distracted me from the first strains of a wicked wine head. The grass prickled on my bare legs as I sprawled, the world revolving slowly.
'It's still early, I can rest here for a few minutes, just until I can walk without swaying...' At least the smell of marigolds and sulfur was over powering the wafts of bile. I drifted quietly out of consciousness... I think.
I came awake with a start when I hit the cool water with a bone-jarring splash. What the fuck?? I sputtered to the surface, not difficult since it was only up to my neck. Good thing I landed ass first. Clawing strands of long black hair out of my eyes, I peered desperately into the darkness. My heart thundered in my chest, I threw out my arms and promptly skinned several knuckles on the rough stone surrounding me.
Sucking on one knuckle my mind raced furiously. 'Alright, breathe. breathe. breathe...think... about what??' I'm standing in a tiny hole full of water. That makes all kinds of sense.
I scuffed my feet along the bottom of my apparent prison, locating one of the stiletto sandals I had been wearing before the plunge. Stepping into it raised me several more inches out of the water. 'Great.' I peered up futilely at what appeared to be a slightly lighter patch of black. 'Only a hundred or so feet to go'
The walls around me were rough, feeling carefully around me I figured maybe if I could locate my other sandal I could use them as braces in the cracks to climb up...? Taking a deep breath, I ducked and felt around my feet. There! To the left, I snagged a strap, but it wasn't budging. I tugged harder, my chest burning slightly with need for breath. Finally I braced one foot against the wall and strained, liberating the sandal and falling back against the stone.
Rubbing the new bruise on my back I stood and stared at the sodden piece of leather in my hand. I didn't even have long enough to puzzle out why it wasn't the same blue as my sandal when the floor dropped out from under me and I was suddenly in deeper water! My head smacked against one of the floor panels in passing, seeing stars at last in the pitchy black. I'm twisting, turning, falling, pulling, knees and head are bouncing against the sides of whatever hellish passage I was rushing through. A sudden short drop brought a scream, a bad idea since I was still mostly under water. My lungs filled with water, choking, gasping, burning, sinking...
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