AcornaMordor
TMF Master
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- Aug 22, 2003
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Tonight I came out of the closet...... well actually it was more like I was grabbed by the hair and hauled out.
My Mother... asked me if I was having cyber sex. I said No, because I'm not. She brought up a log from an IM about a year ago and yes it was a little explicit but it never actually evolved to sex... she asked me what else I was hiding on my laptop. I said nothing. So she said "Then you won't mind letting me search it."
And I panicked. Of course I would have a problem letting her search it. So after a roundabout way of trying to explain it I shot back at her "What about your BDSM?!" And she accepted that and went into too damned much detail about it, for my tastes... and then it came down to that inevitable question you've probably been waiting for... she asked me what MY fetish was that I was hiding.
Of course, I balked. I looked at anything but her.. I believe I debated for about 15 minutes whether the shiney thing under her dresser was a large earring or a quarter.
I sighed, quite loudly, and mustered some courage.. then a little more... and a little more.... and a Liiiittle more...
"It's a tickle fetish!"
And she sat there... and looked at me a minute... and said "Are you making this up?"
Yeah THAT made me feel relieved..
In summary, cause it's midnight and I'm not thinking straight anyway, y'know... there's just SOME thing you should NEVER talk to your mother about... fetishes being one of them.. I'm very very creeped out by this.. NESSY I NEED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING, OKAY?
My Mother... asked me if I was having cyber sex. I said No, because I'm not. She brought up a log from an IM about a year ago and yes it was a little explicit but it never actually evolved to sex... she asked me what else I was hiding on my laptop. I said nothing. So she said "Then you won't mind letting me search it."
And I panicked. Of course I would have a problem letting her search it. So after a roundabout way of trying to explain it I shot back at her "What about your BDSM?!" And she accepted that and went into too damned much detail about it, for my tastes... and then it came down to that inevitable question you've probably been waiting for... she asked me what MY fetish was that I was hiding.
Of course, I balked. I looked at anything but her.. I believe I debated for about 15 minutes whether the shiney thing under her dresser was a large earring or a quarter.
I sighed, quite loudly, and mustered some courage.. then a little more... and a little more.... and a Liiiittle more...
"It's a tickle fetish!"
And she sat there... and looked at me a minute... and said "Are you making this up?"
Yeah THAT made me feel relieved..
In summary, cause it's midnight and I'm not thinking straight anyway, y'know... there's just SOME thing you should NEVER talk to your mother about... fetishes being one of them.. I'm very very creeped out by this.. NESSY I NEED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING, OKAY?