Tickled In Steel – Honey Kinkade II

It’s not often you have the pleasure of watching someone eat their words. Rue the day, meet their maker, whatever you want to call it. The facts are: As one of Derek’s sounding boards, I gave a critique, Derek listened, and he fucking tested it on me. What. a. PRICK. I warn you, there will be a lot of capital letters in this review.

And oh, did I eat those words. GOD, I ate them good. Well, as well as I could eat them with a gag firmly taped over my mouth. “yOu dOn’T sTAy LoNg eNoUGh iN oNe sPoT”. The FUK was I thinking? *cries in ticklish*

Not even a minute in Derek is at my neck. My neck. Of all the places he could tickle, he goes for the jugular. LITERALLY. *cue DJ Khaled* AND HE STAYS THERE. Oh my ever loving Bruce Almighty, I knew I was in for it this round. I asked for meaner, and he gave it to me.

And yes, let’s just talk about that for a second. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, if I ain’t crying by the end, you didn’t go hard enough. I LIKE it this mean. Find what works and do not move, do not pass go, do not collect anything but my screams. I’m serious. And I get the utmost pleasure of working with someone who listens.

Anywho, back to my demise. Foot lovers and thigh lovers also get some great shots in this semi-POV clip, as I am tickled within a millisecond of my limits. For those who enjoy massive amounts of suffering, you’ll enjoy this clip immensely.

I know I did.