knismo
2nd Level Red Feather
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So I'm sitting around one afternoon and the phone rings -- it's Lisa.
"I'm off work early."
"Yeah?"
"I feel like laughing."
"Really?"
Lisa told me she wanted to get back in the stocks -- she loves the endorphin rush, "the happy" -- when it's over. Of course, for it to be over means she has to endure the tickling, and this time I told her "bring some nylons."
The idea was, she gets in nylons, and then I see what kind of quality they are by seeing if they pass "The Fork Test!"
Let's just say that the nylons survived a LOT better than Lisa! She's one of the few ticklees who gets so out of breath that I HAVE to stop at some points, because she'd either pass out, or she'd *kill* me once I let her out!
Nylons lovers -- here's one who came back just for you!
knismo
Stuck In The Stocks!
"I'm off work early."
"Yeah?"
"I feel like laughing."
"Really?"
Lisa told me she wanted to get back in the stocks -- she loves the endorphin rush, "the happy" -- when it's over. Of course, for it to be over means she has to endure the tickling, and this time I told her "bring some nylons."
The idea was, she gets in nylons, and then I see what kind of quality they are by seeing if they pass "The Fork Test!"
Let's just say that the nylons survived a LOT better than Lisa! She's one of the few ticklees who gets so out of breath that I HAVE to stop at some points, because she'd either pass out, or she'd *kill* me once I let her out!
Nylons lovers -- here's one who came back just for you!
knismo
Stuck In The Stocks!
