That Smile

That Smile

Everywhere Around the world there are Ticklers. You've stood next to one of us. In the parking lot... at the mall... in the theater. That smile we point in your direction... did you notice? You probably did. When I have tickle torture on my mind... I make sure the person I'm focused on sees it. it isn't about how attractive you are. Or that... we want you to have the best customer service. That smile you see... You just became a target. And you don't even realize it.

The way you laughed just now...that's what attracted us. Maybe it's your shoes or sandals. They really don't leave much to the imagination. We love summer time. I can see your bare feet flexing over the lounge chair. Those toes... I can

see your arches as you walk around in front of me. Diving into the water. Those bikinis and bathing suits. Raising your arms playing volleyball... the jewelry you adorn your body with. You really are wearing a sign that says... tickle me. Capture me... How sweet of you to pull in our attention like this. You did a great job. Now.. you have our undivided attention.

That smile you see has intent... We're wondering how easy it would be to grab you. Force you into our cars... blindfolding you. For miles we'll drive... Oh... you must be so scared... I feel bad for you in a way. I wish I could tell you what's going to happen. But that would spoil the surprise.

I'm gonna hold you down and undress you. How easy it will be to be to tear away those revealing clothes. And those sandals... those heels.. sneakers. GONE. mm... sunkissed legs... ankles. Love the toe rings. hahahaa... Naked, racked and ready to take you on a thrill ride. One like you have never experienced before.

We're not interested in hurting you. No, not at all. That's not our style.

"You should smile more often... you're so pretty when you smile... "

No, there's no ulterior ideas. No weapons in my hands right? What could we have on our minds? Well you're about to find out... you'll find out real quick. Standing over you... my smile grows. It induces your fear to a height you never wanted to understand. We love those final seconds... leaving you wondering what's coming next.

Some of us pounce our fingers across your stomach... Some play your underarms like a piano. Or tread our fingers slowly up and down your entire body. Either way.. you will realize at some point we're tickling you. The confusion your mind must go through hmmm... Betcha didn't realize were THIS ticklish. Have you ever been tickled before we may ask... sneering at you wickedly. You probably won't answer that.... that alright. What's important is the here and now.

Tickle Torture... for hours... or days... weeks sometimes. Trapped with me... trapped with her or him... any one of us... you're not going ANYWHERE....

I did lie... we do have weapons. Brushes... all kinds. We spend so much time wondering what we can use to tickle you with. We spends hours every single day discussing what works best amongst ourselves on the internet. A lot of us love using the simple feather... tickling at your nipples... using feather dusters to sweep across your body gently. Awakening your nerve endings to the point that you just can't contain the laughter rising in your throat any longer. The shock of what we're doing... what a surprise! I know I'm surprised. I didn't expect you would be this TICKLISH. Oh... Christmas came early didn't it... hahaha... too bad you can't hide how

ticklish you are. We probably would have let you go by now.

How long is it going to get that from you. That delicious laughter.

Sometimes we'll be filming you too. A trophy to show all of OUR friends. I wouldn't say anything if I were you... all of YOUR friends could be sent that video. You don't want that... Do you really want everyone to know just how ticklish you are? To wear that branding across your face like a Scarlet letter. Ticklish. Oh how embarrassing hmmm... they'd never forget that image. Every time they saw you... ticklish. ''Ticklish... ticklish.'' They may tell other people too... The horror of it. Oh yes... They would never want to go through what you did. How could ANYONE do that to you? And yet... maybe they'll think about it in their beds, Imagining doing that to you too. You just never know, do you?

"Well let's keep going.... tell the camera what you wore." That you made me do this. You wanted to be tickled. You like it. You practically begged for it, showing off your body like that. Those sandals with your pretty pink nail polish... begging for feathers to trace over them... in between your toes... ''Tell everyone how much you love being tickled. I said... TELL THEM." Hahaha.... Don't go silent on me now... do you want the feather again tickling at your bare feet... I guess you do. Hahaha....

Every time you laugh out loud over something funny... you really don't know who's listening. Do you?

I'd be careful from now on if I were you. But... we all know none of can control what comes naturally. To smile.. to laugh... to dress like the tickle slut you obviously are. The next time you laugh... you'll remember me. Tickling you everywhere...

I hope I haunt your dreams... I hope when I finally let you go... you can't help but make

yourself come from all those ticklish, maddening sensations.

"Like I said, you better not say anything. Or else..."

And then after that fleeting moment... we watch you leave... You're lucky to be walking out of here today. Untouched. But that doesn't mean you'll always be safe. That tinder date you're going on... that husband or wife you marry... the guy standing behind you at the grocery store. The women in the salon giving you that pedicure... Our secret...

That is what's behind OUR smile.

It will happen... time is the only thing that stands between us. One of us will get you... and I hope it's me.