T the Lee

So, last night I was doing a stand-up comedy show at Yuk Yuk’s in Niagara Falls (Canadian side).

Now, Potato and I have only recently started vibing, but they’re genuinely one of the funniest people I’ve met. Super chill, hilarious… and alarmingly violent. (The amount of hammer GIFs I’ve received is becoming a genuine concern.)

On my drive to the venue, I figured, “Why not?” and invited them to the show.

To my surprise… they actually came.

Turns out, Potato is exactly the kind of person you hope shows up to support you. Funny, encouraging, easy to be around, and they only threatened to fight me about 70 times, which honestly feels pretty reasonable these days. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

After the show, I offered to walk them to their car; because you can’t just leave a wild potato unattended in a parking lot.

That’s when it started drizzling.

I, of course, had forgotten my umbrella and was standing there freezing. Seeing this, Potato insisted on driving me to my car instead.

Before we headed our separate ways, they gave me a hug that was easily a 12/10.

Would recommend.

But the night wasn’t over.

About 35 minutes into my drive home, we ended up talking on the phone. I was absolutely exhausted, and somehow they managed to keep me awake for the rest of the drive…

…mostly by continuing to threaten me.

So, in conclusion:

Dope person. Immaculate vibes. 12/10.

Or maybe I end up laid out across his lap, my stomach stretched and my shirt ever so slightly lifted, showing the tiniest bit of my stomach. He lightly grazes the sliver of skin that’s revealed and I don’t protest. My stomach twitches but I lay there and let him lightly tickle me, slowly being driven a little crazy by the constant sensation. He eventually lifts the shirt a little and plays around with my bellybutton, lazily. I’m squirming a tad but it isn’t enough for me to want to actually stop him, though I playfully reach my hands out to grab his.

There’s something really peaceful about letting someone have access to me and trusting that they won’t betray the quietness of the moment. That we can just lay there and be in a zen state with a smile plastered on my face and a giggle slipping out or an occasional flinch, but continuing to let a ler have whatever access they want.

Let me take care of you, hey. Let me hold you. Let me make the world melt away, and make you melt into my arms.

I want to make your head spin. I want to turn that brain of yours off with teases alone, building up that anticipation until you're all shaky and craving my touch.

I want to make you blush. I want to make you feel so confident in that pretty body that you feel so safe having it all exposed. I want to hover my nails over your skin and watch your eyes go wide. I want to make you flustered, I want to see you shudder and hear your breath catch in your throat. I want to make you whimper, not from fear, darling, no. From desperation. Desperate to have my hands and nails exploring you. I want to hear you ask. Use your words for me, give me permission to begin.

I want to touch you. I want to tickle you. Lightly, gently, relentlessly. I want to a make you hyper aware of every nerve in that sensitive body. I want to see your body flinch and quiver under my touch. I want to see you lose control. I want to make you dizzy with sensation, until you've lost all inhibitions and just let those pretty sounds out for me. No thoughts, just feel.

I want to take my time exploring you. I want to coax out every little reaction you can make. Every squeak, every squeal, every giggle. I want to set them free while I gently take you apart with my hands. I want to watch you squirm, watch you writhe under me, and I want to praise you for it. For being so sensitive, for taking it so well, for submitting to my tickles so beautifully.

I want to tease you. Gently. Lovingly. To ask if it tickles, to point out how pretty those tickle spots are, to remind you how adorable you are when you're laughing. I want to point out how much you're enjoying it and watch your pretty face grow even more red as I praise you. Tell you how good you're being for me.

I want to take you apart, so gently, so kindly, my soft and unrelenting touch driving you wild as you lay helpless beneath me. I want to stroke your hair as I tickle you, hold your hand, rub your back, kiss your forehead. Remind you that you're as safe and adored as you are ticklish. I want to make you whine. I want to make you unsure whether to squirm away or cuddle closer, but inevitably decide that you're right where you want to be.

I want to make you come undone. I want to make you so overwhelmed with ticklish pleasure and care that you simply melt. I want to make you scream, I want to make you gasp, perhaps even make you moan. I want to tickle you to the brink of exhaustion, then gently slow. I want to ask if you're okay. To have you nod sweetly, knowing that, although I'd take you to your limit, I'd never push past it.

Then I want to put you back together, as gently as you came apart. I want to hold you, massage those phantom tickles away. I want to make you look at me, use your words again to tell me you're okay. I want to cuddle you, feel your breathing calm and your heart rate return to normal. I want to dote on you, make you feel safe and cared for. Make you food, run you a bath, watch your favourite show with you, cuddle you, whatever it takes to bring you back to earth.