When in the depths of Life's Challenges, they hold your head up instead of crushing it down. My girlfriend, thick dancer legs gave me 2 ice cubes. One icy cube in middle of class. I cried. So kind. Another ice cube before class started. It was a big one. I placed it on my towel. In the first 4 yoga poses no water. I sucked on the huge ice cube. Just what I needed at the moment. I broke the hydration rules of yoga. whocares.
Another class, a dancer girlfriend was next to me in class. During the floor bow she tickled her fingers on the end of my fingers. I cried again. You can't see the tears, your sweat is running down your face. Her wiggling fingers reminded me of the nice things I do to men in private. Laughing, a big, silly smile.
I see men enjoy themselves when I lightly tickle them. Sometimes I pluck, makes them jump. HA HA HA
Tickling men in the right spot, I use: feathers, a tiny battery tooth brush, end of my hair, tip of tree twig, end of my big toe, satin tap pants waded to the silk, thermometer tip, end of enema nosel, tip of high heel shoe, done lightly. My tickle techniques are meant to heighten, arouse the male. It works.
Note: when in public, I do my demon dance to tease a male then pinch them down below. It always makes them hard.
My thick legged, dance girlfriend, Angie is pinching her boyfriend. It's coming back, pinch the male, make him jump, get him aroused for HOT sex.
Zoe Zane aka Fetish Diva Diamond