So this isn't the awakening just part of the post awakening technically. Because unfortunately when I found out, like REALLY found out it was the only thing my mind could focus on. Particularly back in middle school. I had this art teacher who was... man. She was about 5 feet tall at least. Thin, blonde, super bubbly personality. She was also a mom so a certified milf. She also had a habit of walking around the class barefoot almost every day. The floor was linoleum so maybe she just liked the feeling against her soles. Every so often she'd prop her bare feet up on the desk. They were always pedicured and pretty. Always either blue or pink toes. That said, anytime it'd happen. Safe to say art class became my biggest distraction/favorite part of the day. And now these days I think about how I wanted to tie her wrists to the back of her chair, tie her ankles together and just tickle the shit out of her while ramming my dick in between her arches. Back then it was really simple. Just wanting to paint on her soles and then scrub em clean. Again and again. The only time actual tickling happened was when I was having a bad streak of days. Now something else about this teacher. She was very touchy. She hugged a lot, patted shoulders, and from time to time tickle her male students on the sides. On this particular day, she comes and sits next to me. In a way to where not only is she really close, but she's sit on her knees and I can see her wrinkly milf soles in full view. She's asking me what's wrong, I don't budge. She asks if I wanna talk about it or if I need a hug and I shrug her off. Then out of the blue "What if I tickle ya?". Then this women reaches over and starts tickling my sides for a solid 10 seconds or maybe less, can't remember. I remember being a little jerk about it and didn't laugh. But my brain was absolutely freaking out. I think about that a lot and I remember thinking a lot about it when I got home that day too lol