The Laughter Mechanic
Because Laughter Is The Best Medicine, Ticklish Laughter that is! :)
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Category: Star Wars
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It’s now been over 2 years since we lost Carrie Fisher.
Rest in Peace dear Carrie, our lovely Princess Leia.
What was it about the Princess?
Was it what Carrie Fisher brought to the character?
The strong confidence she exuded?
Her sass?
Stunning good looks?
That flawless, near-naked body on full display in a bikini that no one will ever forget in Episode 6 as the Tatooine tantalizer in Jabba’s court?
Whatever your reason for liking this gorgeous sci-fi phenom, the below drawings (sorry I don’t know who the artists are; please leave in the comments below if you know) are a few that I love, and just wanted to share in honor of this beloved princess 🙂
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Quick shameless plug: my new erotic short-story is out: ‘With Footlove From Chinatown’. Click HERE to read the 1st few pages for free!🙏
And now…on with the post 🙂
Originally posted a few months back, but with the announcement yesterday of the lovely and talented Kamala Harris running for president, I thought it only fitting to repost this ‘politickly’ ;0 relevant story ;0
Enjoy, and Happy Belated Martin Luther King, Jr. Day!
#KamalaHarris, Democratic senator from California, just looks like one of those female political juggernauts that would enjoy a good foot tickling under a conference table or possibly behind a closed door Senate Chamber meeting.
Maybe it’s her smile,
maybe it’s her laugh,
maybe it’s just her personality, or maybe it’s all three that make me wonder about the possibilities of a political world where Kamala is tickled on her bare feet to help make the world a better place. Sigh. Double sigh.Here’s my take on how this rising star makes progress on her political agenda by agreeing to take part in a little surreptitious foot tickling under a conference room table by her friend, colleague, and fellow Senator from New Jersey, Cory Booker.
Here. we. go.
The ‘Politickle’ Foot Tickling of the talented and lovely, Kamala Harris
It had been another long day of meetings for Ms. Harris. She just had to endure one more before she’d hop on the Metro, return to her temporary home away from home in Washington D.C., kick off her heels, and unwind barefoot on her couch with some Netflix, popcorn, and her husband.
Ahhh, the simple things.
Kamala positioned herself at the conference table and readied herself for the upcoming meeting. It was promising to be a rather long one as she and Cory Booker, the Senator from New Jersey, were preparing to discuss their plan to reunite children with their families after the immigration detention center debacle that had occurred months earlier.
Little did Kamala know that Mr. Booker was already in the room, but was hiding under the table readying himself for a little fun with his favorite colleague in the Senate.Earlier that week during after dinner drinks with other colleagues in the Senate, Kamala confessed to being incredibly ticklish on her bare feet. The ticklish topic came up as a waiter where they were having drinks dropped a clean fork he was carrying on the floor near Kamala’s table.
As he was stooping down to pick the fork up, he noticed Kamala’s barefeet peaking out from underneath the tablecloth right next to where the fork was laying. The waiter simply couldn’t help himself. He took the fork and softly ran the tines up the arches on one of her smooth baresoles.
Kamala immediately reacted with uproarious laughter, and the waiter was stunned. He apologized right away, and said he was just trying to have a little fun, and that he hoped he hadn’t hurt her or done anything to offend her.
Kamala, always a very good sport about things, just laughed and said she gets that all the time from her husband who likes to tickle her feet, and that she’s ‘Totally used to it!’
It was then and there that Cory got the idea to see if he too might get a chance to tickle the great Kamala Harris’s feet.
Cory knew about a Judiciary meeting coming up the following week in a Senate Chamber room with a conference table that would be all too easy to hide under.
He also knew that he might be able to pull off a little foot tickling prank if she were coaxed a bit into taking part.
More on that in just a moment.
Kamala texted Cory, ‘Where are you?’
Cory, below the table with his cell phone on silent, texted right back, ‘I’m here, but not where you think I am lol. I have a favor to ask. If you will not reveal my whereabouts and go with my little prank today, I’ll get you the committee votes we need to get these kids back to their families. You have to trust me though. It’s going to involve maybe a little uncomfortable, possibly some comfortable laughter? What say you?’
Kamala was stunned and intrigued at the same time. She had the urge to peak under the tableclothed table, but refrained.
She knew that’s where he had to be as the room didn’t have too many hiding places.
She also knew that something like this might happen sooner or later.
Kamala had known for a while about Cory’s foot and tickle fetishes and had sometimes encouraged him with some of the footwear she’d chosen at times (and yes, that’s an actual example of her footwear and her gorgeous barefeet exposed to the world!)
when she knew he would be around.It was kind of fun to tease someone like Cory with her delicious looking toes and arches during meetings when the rancor in Washington was anything but light.
All she had to do was slip out of her shoes, peep a toe out from underneath a table, or complain that her arches were sore, and Cory, the rock star lawyer and person most likely to speak in written prose next to Barack Obama, would become tongue-tied and flustered.
It was so fun to emit this kryptonite if you will on a member of the male species. Kamala knew her feet had power and she loved to wield that power whenever she had the opportunity.
But today, the tables had turned, quite literally.
Now Cory had the power (cue C&C Music Factory)
And as uneasy as it made Kamala feel in this moment as everyone was taking their seats and preparing for the next grueling hour of discussions, she took a deep breath, texted quickly to Cory, ‘You win. Have your way with my little tootsies but don’t make me laugh too hard or they’ll know something’s up. ok?’, and got excited about the possibilities of someone playing with her bare feet.
Cory texted right back, ‘You got it. Will keep it light. No ‘no mercy’ tickling I promise. Just light touches on your toes to keep you guessing lol!’
Kamala texted a laughing/smiling emoji back to Cory while smiling contentedly to herself and to those around her. ‘This is going to be fun!’, she thought.
And with that text, Kamala could feel Cory removing her high heels ever so gently and softly. It felt SO good to get out of those shoes.
Kamala wiggled and stretched her toes immediately giving them new life.
Oh it was so freeing.
And just like that Kamala had to keep close watch on her emotions as Cory went straight for the jugular. Instead of tickling, he went right into sucking on her toes. It was so pleasurable that Kamala had to contain herself in the moment not to look like Meg Ryan in that diner in ‘When Harry Met Sally’.
‘You bastard!’ texted Kamala to her foot worshipper.
Cory texted back immediately ‘ha ha want me to stop?’
‘Don’t you dare!’, came the immediate reply.
Each toe that Cory sucked turned to gold in the pleasure centers of Kamala’s nucleus accumbens, those collections of brain cells just below the cerebral cortex.
Wave after relaxing wave washed over her with Cory’s tongue working magic circles all over the tops and bottoms of her toes and along her arches.
It. was. divine!
A few minutes of this and there’s a decent chance she ends up making headlines for having a foot-gasm.
Not wanting to end up on the evening news for this particular reason, Kamala decides to pull herself together in that moment and do her best acting with her committee members and not wear such a deeply satisfied look on her face with the first item of the agenda being discussed.
But just as Kamala is getting used to her toes getting the royal treatment, Cory turns the tables on her again. Now he moves his tongue ever so slightly in between her big toes and her first toe curling it and flicking the now moist skin in between these toes.
The tickle sensation comes so quickly that Kamala hardly has time to prepare.
She lets out her first chuckle to the group.
Chuck Grassley, the majority member chair of this committee, looks at Kamala and asks in a lighthearted manner, ‘Is reading the minutes really that funny, Ms. Harris?’
Cory stops his delightful tongue tickling for a moment to let his friend recover slightly.
‘Ha ha ha, no sir. Not at all. My daughter just texted me and asked where her swim goggles were. I texted back that I didn’t know, and then she texted back that they fell in the toilet due to a sibling problem. Won’t happen again, Senator.’
‘That’s OK, Senator. Happens to the best of us. Toilet water goggles.’, Mr. Grassley wittingly replied with a sincere smile to the Junior Senator.
Meanwhile, Cory’s tactics were changing and he started to gently rub both of Kamala’s high arches with his strong hands. Again, an intense pleasure wave worked its way throughout Kamala’s tall, slender, and quite athletic body.
‘Damn you, Cory Booker, for being so flippin’ good at this!’, Kamala thought.
She was safe for the moment.
Cory was beside himself and having the time of his life being able to touch Kamala’s barefeet like this is such a public setting.
His mind started to wander to the possibilities of going over to Amy Klobuchar’s area under the table and removing her flats and doing the same things to her feet.
But alas, he brought his focus back to making Kamala’s soles the center of his attention.
And why not, Kamala’s feet were giant works of art. Size 7 slippers of seduction.
Oh for this moment to go on forever!
After a few minutes of massaging Kamala’s bare soles and receiving texts from her that he was hired for life as her daily foot masseuse, Cory decided it was time to up the ante.
It was time to have some real fun with this foot tickling charade.
The committee was discussing ways that the federal government might be able to expedite the process of bringing families separated at the border back together.
There was no laughter in the room as this heavy topic was laden with consternation from the minorty to the majority side of the committee and vice versa.
Cory knew this was his chance.
He took out a clean feather duster he had stashed underneath the table earlier, and began to stroke Kamala’s bare soles up and down with the many stiff and soft feathers attached to the base. While it was dimly lit under the table, Cory could make out the beautiful silhouettes of Kamala’s soft barefeet dancing in the pale of fluorescent meeting room light.
Her gorgeous bare soles were a sight to behold, and her laughter erupted into a beautiful cacophony above.
Oh how Cory loved to hear Kamala laugh.
Actually everyone in the committee did.
Kamala’s laughter just grabbed you and wouldn’t let you go.
Combined with her magnetic personailty and youthful good looks and smile, to be in the same room with this woman when she laughed was to be basted in pure joy and happiness.
It was no different for her fellow senators, including her nemesis, Ted Cruz from Texas.
Yes, even Ted Cruz became an audioslave to the soundwaves Kamala could emit while being tickled or just tickled pink.
Cory exploited this teachable moment and doubled down on his swirling of these ticklish feathers for everyone’s audio pleasure, and his added visual pleasure.
Divine intervention is the only explanation Cory could come up with for why he was the chosen one to bring such incredible laughter into the world!
‘Ms. Harris, is there something you want to share with this committee?’, Senator Grassley laughingly asked of his ‘friend from California’.
‘Ah ha ha ha ha ha oooh hee heee hee hee hee, oh no sir. No. Just again, that image of my daughter’s goggles floating in our toilet because of my other daughter’s mischief just tickles me right now, Senator. I’m so sorry!’, Kamala again, quick wittingly, steers attention off of what Cory’s doing to her baresoles underneath the table and instead makes her committee members think she’s just got a case of the goggle giggles.
Kamala knows she can work this angle for at least a few more minutes.
She sends a quick text to Cory, ‘More tongue tickling in between my toes, please 🙏’.
Cory smiles, sends the thumbs up emoji to Kamala, repositions himself, and gently starts to work again his magic in between her toes.
Oh it tickles. It tickles SO much.
But in this next round of having her toes ticklishly exlpored, Kamala’s able to contol herself a bit more. She takes in all the tickling sensations like those compressed air machines where all the potential energy builds to a point where it must then get converted into kinetic energy cascading across a landscape.
Almost there. Stay on target. Kamala reenacts Luke Skywalker in the Death Star trench in the New Hope knowing that eventually her tickle torpedos will find their mark and blow up this large meeting room with glorious laughter.
The tickling sensations keep building with every flick of Cory’s tongue.
Oh it’s exquisitely pleasurable.
Not too much toe ticklish sensations to send her quite yet into oblivion, and not too soft so as not to keep it interesting.
Cory’s Kamala’s tickle toy Goldilocks at this moment; JUST right!
As Cory works his way in between each of Kamala’s toes tasting the delicious aromas that come from female feet that are well taken care of, Kamala starts to show signs of cracking.
Her beautiful smile is building a mile long bridge across her face and everyone in the room knows what’s coming next.
Cory gets to her pinky toe on her right side and just sets up tickle camp right there.
He doesn’t budge.
It’s here that Kamela’s tickle fires will be lit and there will be no coming back.
It’s time.
The discussions above have gotten heated again.
It’s most definitely time to play the tickle time bomb and let the ticklish collateral damage be inflicted where it inflicts.
If Jeff Flake gets affected, so be it young Jedi!
You may fire when ready.
Cory hears the echoes of Tarkin as he plunges his moist tickle tool in between Kamala’s 4th and pinky toes.
The tickle torpedos sink into their ports and Kamala just erupts into a fit of gorgeous, beautiful laughter that only she can pull off.
And it’s at this moment that the whole room erupts with her!
Yes, the entire Senate Judiciary committee is in full swing laughter mechanic mode.
This goes on for minutes above while below Cory’s safe to be able to go full steam ahead with inflicting maximal toe tickling effort on his willing counterpart.
Kamala even texts him in the moment to tell him so, ‘Full Steam Ahead Sailor! :)’
Yes, Kamala clearly enjoys having her feet tickled, especially on her toes with the ‘Cory Method’.
Kamala thinks that it may be time to have a little ‘education session’, a little ‘knowledge transfer’ between Cory and Kamala’s husband.
‘To get this kind of treatment everyday, how amazing would this world be?’, Kamala silently questions.
And with that brilliant laughable gesture brought forth by the great Senator from New Jersey, and willingly played out by the equally great Senator from California, progress was made toward reuniting families with their children that day. Yes, the committee held sway and decided to make it a priority to the President that something be done immediately and with massive action as Tony Robbins might say.
Laughter is still the best medicine for what ails us as a society.
The End.
Please get out and vote tomorrow, and be and make the positive changes in your world.
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John Smith
The Laughter Mechanic
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