*Tickling Leading To An Astral Projection w/ Wallflower*
((copied off my FetLife))
Going to try and type this out in one shot without having to go back and re-write or change what I say, keep it natural. Now, I have not been tickled very much. As in, not by very many people. There was Ben, an absolute tickle fiend, gave me my first tickle torture experience that I will never forget. Much thanks for that, we gotta do it again after all these years.
Then there was (.....) who I should probably not talk about much because we have parted ways from play here. So there's that.
Ah, but let me tell you about this last fucking weekend, y'all. Holy shit. So yes, I have tickled a bunch and I felt deep in my bones that I needed to be brought back down to earth in a very torturous way. I don't allow myself to be tickled by anyone, either. Just the way it is. I have to know you, or you have to give me some sort of excellent energy right off the bat. One day here comes Wallflower into my DM's and ... had to have been maybe T W O seconds later I knew that she was going to give me one hell of a fucking tickle ride. So we plan, and keep in touch, blah blah blah ...
Come Monday, March 2nd, 2026. Finally. I am in town in the DFW area for the Nine Inch Nails show, and this is when we planned to meet, Wallflower and I the day before the show so I can get fucking wrecked. ("๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐" is what I actually told her to do to me.)
People. This was not just a tickling session. This was ... an experience. A fucking escapade. We started slow. Just in my boxer briefs. She was feeling me out. A wildcat, playing with her food, toying with prey. My ribs. Poked. Playfully but furiously. I was going to be devoured anyway but she wanted me to know there was absolutely no escape, reminding me over and over ... I was done for. Then my armpits. Oh, there was indeed panic.
Now I was nude ... strapped ... spread eagle ... and now that I am trying to recollect about that evening, I don't even remember how she officially started. HAHAHAHA. I was already gone. She did find THE spot on my right thigh very quickly, which felt like I was struck by lightning, in the form of a bus, going 100 mph. My sides and my ribs, attacked. My armpits. She took control of my body. My brain had lost all motor function. I was being tickled in ways that felt like I was tightly wrapped by 1000 electric eels.
...and then, she found a place I have never been touched before, let alone tickled.
...but like, the deep groin, that thigh area that meets the gooch.
Have you watched Doctor Strange? When first inside the Kamar-Taj, The Ancient One touched Stephen and he just went into that crazy astral projection episode through the multiverse?
แกฦNฦิิโH โ
NIโฦโฉโฒ โฅโHโฅ.
Swear to whatever entitiy you want to believe in. I saw myself from the ceiling, I was in absolute frozen shock as her hands were deep in that spot and I watched myself for maybe 2 seconds before opening my eyes again and I was back on the bed. Man it was an absolute mindfuck. And she did it over and over and overrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!! (๐ฝ๐ฆ๐๐, ๐๐ฅ ๐จ๐๐ค ๐ค๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ช๐ฆ๐๐๐ช, ๐ฅ๐๐ ...)
People. My friends. My fam. I just wanted to be tickled and she took a bazooka and blew me to the most amazing smithereens ever. This was a cosmic ride. I wasn't in the clouds, I was in the asteroid belt. Core memory. Forever. I can still feel that groin attack. (๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ซ๐ซ....) 18 outta 10, 6 outta 5 stars, would recommend, x1000.
Thank you, dear Wallflower. ๐ค
