Childhood memories prove to be strong turn-ons
Tickling is generally something associated with children. So are cartoons. However, a lovely return customer wanted to combine these two elements into an erotic, exotic session. I got to be the damsel in distress, that star of old cartoons and epitome of Southern charm, Miss Penelope Pitstop.
He is, of course, Peter Perfect, and we were on a “chahhhhmin'” date. Apparently, Southern accents also turn him on, which I can understand as a fan of aural stimuli. Suddenly, a group of thugs surround and kidnap us and throw us in a van. One of them holds a white cloth to my face, asking, “Does this smell like chloroform?” I quickly become light-headed, then pass out.
Perils of Penelope includes tickling her toes
I wake to find I’m tied up by my hands, with my feet barely touching the floor. Even more distressing is the absence of my clothes and my trademark white boots, those dastardly villians! Suddenly, the Hooded Claw appears, sporting an evil grin and a fluffy feather. He begins tickling my bare feet with the feather! Oh, my! I can’t catch — ha ha ha — my breath — he he he — as he continues tickling — giggle giggle — my feet.
Will he never stop? Where is the Ant Hill Mob to rescue me? And why is Peter Perfect watching this with glazed eyes and a big bulge in his trousers? How will I ever get away? Hay-elp, puhlease sayve me, I’m due to race the Compact Pussycat in the Wacky Races, hay-elp.
Fetish fantasies are as varied as our clients
In any case, this tickling fantasy may not be your particular glass of sweetened ice tea. However, I love to create a scenario that will hit your personal high points. Stop by the chat room, or drop me an email with your ideas (no matter how “out there”). We’ll set up something that you’ll remember fondly for a long, long time.
Linda
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