It was Daniela's first time, and the tickling didn’t just get to her—it took her, turned her into something frantic, something breathless, something that didn’t belong to her anymore. She wouldn’t leave the same girl. That much was clear. The tickling had done more than reduce her to a giggling wreck—it had humbled her. Made her see that control was just an illusion, a lie people tell themselves until fingers find the right spots. And Daniela was learning that lesson the hard way.

It was Daniela's first time, and the tickling didn’t just get to her—it took her, turned her into something frantic, something breathless, something that didn’t belong to her anymore. She wouldn’t leave the same girl. That much was clear. The tickling had done more than reduce her to a giggling wreck—it had humbled her. Made her see that control was just an illusion, a lie people tell themselves until fingers find the right spots. And Daniela was learning that lesson the hard way.