Yah, same here. Even before I met Lazzy I had a few friends who made it common practice to torture the hell out of me anytime we were in a crowd of people. I remember one night my tattoo artist literally pinned me in a corner of the lower level bar of the night club we were at and went to town, and did not stop for about 5 minutes, at which point I was SCREAMING and my makeup had run down my face and almost every single pair of eyes in the bar were on me and what I was screaming about. GOOD TIMES!!
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Lazzy gets me in public ALL the time. The store, the restaurant, the club, the parking lot, at public events....even in the library once or twice. And he's pulled over to the side of the road to make me pay for a smart assed comment right then and there. He'll pull over, get out, walk over to my side of the van, whip my door open, rip off my shoes, fling them off into the field behind him somewhere, pin my ankles under his arm, and tickle the shit out of me until I have to use a damn safeword to get him to stop.
If there is such a thing as a tickle-exhibitionist, I think we're it!
Mimi
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