greetings and seasonal happiness to you all
here is a quick number i did for one of my lady friends who likes a little tickle now and then... she like her feet to be tickled most, but i not too long ago found out how jolly feather ticklish her tummy is too... ooh it did make her laugh
anyway...
this is Abigail Beanblossom, and my friend looks a little like her, or the other way round
just as she was tucked up comfy in bed about to fall asleep, the pixies... those naught christmas tickle pixies... transported her to a pixie knoll above the clouds in their land of eternal sunshine
there was a brief pause as she sleepily wondered what was going on... then the pixies pelted her with little pouches of their finest tickle dust, which burst upon impact covering poor abigail in such tickling she barely knew what had hit her
now she has been tickle dusted before, and she knows that scratching herself is no help, it just makes it all tickle more, but she was caught off guard and is now so tickled she can't think straight and is spreading the dust all over the place
it has got in her hair and up her nose... it makes her sneeze delicious tickles... each sneeze is like a sparkly firework of tickles going off in her tummy
as soon as she plonked down on the grass, unable to stand from laughing, the tickleberry plants grew around her and wrapped around her knees and ankles while the pixies tickled the bottoms of her feet and between her toes with their feathers, and another tickles under her arms as she tries to get at the tickle dust on her back
i've put the version i sent her which has pyjamas on (she would likely slap my face off if she knew i had drawn her boobs, he he) and the unclothed one
incidentally, the unclothed version had a pouch of tickle dust immediately thrown in her lap, which, as you can imagine is driving abigail wild with ticklish arousal down there
hope you all have a good holiday, whatever you are celebrating
your pal
detritus
here is a quick number i did for one of my lady friends who likes a little tickle now and then... she like her feet to be tickled most, but i not too long ago found out how jolly feather ticklish her tummy is too... ooh it did make her laugh
anyway...
this is Abigail Beanblossom, and my friend looks a little like her, or the other way round
just as she was tucked up comfy in bed about to fall asleep, the pixies... those naught christmas tickle pixies... transported her to a pixie knoll above the clouds in their land of eternal sunshine
there was a brief pause as she sleepily wondered what was going on... then the pixies pelted her with little pouches of their finest tickle dust, which burst upon impact covering poor abigail in such tickling she barely knew what had hit her
now she has been tickle dusted before, and she knows that scratching herself is no help, it just makes it all tickle more, but she was caught off guard and is now so tickled she can't think straight and is spreading the dust all over the place
it has got in her hair and up her nose... it makes her sneeze delicious tickles... each sneeze is like a sparkly firework of tickles going off in her tummy
as soon as she plonked down on the grass, unable to stand from laughing, the tickleberry plants grew around her and wrapped around her knees and ankles while the pixies tickled the bottoms of her feet and between her toes with their feathers, and another tickles under her arms as she tries to get at the tickle dust on her back
i've put the version i sent her which has pyjamas on (she would likely slap my face off if she knew i had drawn her boobs, he he) and the unclothed one
incidentally, the unclothed version had a pouch of tickle dust immediately thrown in her lap, which, as you can imagine is driving abigail wild with ticklish arousal down there
hope you all have a good holiday, whatever you are celebrating
your pal
detritus
