The matter is very simple. Failing to indulge the most basic of all desires with the person you like or love inevitably lead to frustration at some point. Frustration then leads to nothing good. And tickle fetish is far from harmless, especially for the person being tickled. I completely understand that, and I also understand that someone can hate tickling entirely and I don't want to force it with some sort of emotional blackmail('if you love me, you will do it for me...'). 'No' means 'no' and I'm all for that, but when I know that my sexual desires(that are essential part of most real relationships) will stay entirely unsatisfied, I tend to lose hope and ask myself what is the damn point. Don't want to force it, can't make it without it and can't blame anyone. Not even myself. That's the worst part.
It would just be a lot easier if I was a normal person, since I can literally choose the girl I want to be with. But no, I have to live knowing that all of my potential relationships will perish at some point because I have desires that not one normal girl would ever like. And I'm surrounded by normal, or 'vanilla' as most of you would say. If some of you think that you can 'survive' in a relationship without tickling, then you don't actually have a fetish. You just enjoy tickling on a level that is slightly higher than normal, if there is such a thing. Fetish is not some bad habit that you can ignore. I'm sure there are at least some people who share my point of view.
And no, I'm not some obsessed psycho who stalk neighbors stealing their shoes and tickling them in their sleep. I'm actually a caring, faithful person, able to love and have normal hobbies, friends and all, so don't label me as some sort of deranged lunatic. I'm just someone who don't see a point to something and ultimately strive to change.
I understand you
110%. My my, where to start... I always had issues with my fetish. Luck does not smile upon us all. When younger, I knew I "had a thing" for tickling (foot fetish aside); no idea it was a fetish until later. Very introverted about it; still am. Ironic, since I can be
very flirty. When it comes to my fetishes, I become a cornered animal. Before, although liking it, I did not care much about indulging it. Poking female friends, harmless fun here and there. After one specific relationship, everything changed. I met this girl out of nowhere, and just like it, our relationship started the day we met. She was, at the time, 16, and I 17. I saw her picture on a friend's phone, and asked for her email. Next thing I know, I am role-playing with her through text. I kid you not, within 2 hour from "Hello, I am a friend of X" we were in a relationship. I told her about my foot fetish between topics, and she was fine with it; contrary to myself. We fooled around a lot before actual sex. During those encounters I gave in to the impulse of tickling her every now and then. When I gathered the strength to tell her about it as being an actual fetish, the response I got was a simple "I figured", followed by a smile. She did not know about tickling being a fetish. I explained it to her. That was, at the time, the best thing that ever happened in my life. I was in heaven. She allowed me to tie and tickle her whenever we had sex. It was our foreplay. So many positions, techniques, tools... we lost our virginity to each other, a dream come true. Funny how heaven can turn into hell in a heartbeat.
No tickle action has been seen since we broke up a few years ago. I have not tickled anyone
in 4 years. As a 'ler, it is
unbearable. I am a very picky man. Finding a woman whose features please me is not an easy task. The perfect balance of a beautiful mind and body, combined with an acceptance of my fetishes... It was not easy finding someone before my fetish "awakened"; and now? Tricky, to say the least. So. Very. Tricky. I also am one who wants to indulge my fetish with a loved one... not pay for it, go to a gathering or whatnot. Friends and family are not an option either. No kind aunts, bubbly cousins, friends with benefits... I used to read the stories here in my early teens and be amazed, wondering if I'd ever experience something similar myself. Now my mind is dark, damaged... "In what world do these people live in? In which dimension could such events ever happen? The perfect aunt/cousin/friend/girlfriend/wife (...) who allows you to do whatever... not only that, but they
enjoy it. What entity do I have to forge a pact with to have such luck? Or am I simply too unlucky in this regard?"; it pains me, if anything.
Horrible comparison, but I am sure others can relate. It feels like we are suicidals. In reality, they do not want to kill themselves. But the despair is so intense that all one can wish for is the end of it. Death, in such case. The same idea applies here. I assure you that all we want is the perfect partner in our lives who is 100% fine with our fetishes, and not only allows us to indulge it, but they also
love it. We do not want to "kill" our fetish, but the pain is so extreme. If there was a way to rid us of it, we'd take it. No regrets. We just want to be happy. Everyone does. Yet this fetish is slowly destroying us inside. Who can one blame?
If you were not "showered with pixie dust at birth", finding someone such as it was described is
hell. So many women I came across, who were either horrified by tickling or having their feet touched. The foot issue, honestly, I do not understand. 70% of women who told me they had awful feet or hated having them touched owned the most beautiful pairs I've ever seen. The tickling issue though, is a whole new story. Many of us have seen at what lengths porn can go. How "twisted" it can be. To the point where watching someone cry and wet themselves in a tickling video is... "normal". We have been desensitized by exposure, because let me tell you, it is not "normal". Many of us have problems exposing our fetishes due to what one perceive as extreme or not. It makes me furious whenever I see guys tickling girls, to the point of no return, against their will, over and over again. I've tried tickling many dates of mine, and an astonishing large number of them were terrified. They were one of those "tickle assaulted" girls, who grew up to be scared of tickling. Let us all thank those folks.
A wise person once said:
"The best 'ler is the one who can make the 'lee feel comfortable, and enjoy the tickling". Perhaps 40% of them, maybe even half, could have joined the world of tickling, if the right approach happened. Instead, they were traumatized for life. I am not against intense tickling, but I only go to such extent if the person
likes it. Respecting the 'lee's limits is key, that applies to any sort of dom/sub relationship.
For those of you who are 'lees, I assume that "relieving" your desires is simpler, to some degree. Starting a tickle fight with the goal of losing can happen much easier than a 'ler finding a willing partner. Some 'lees even tickle themselves when there is no other option. For 'lers, what can we do? Surprise attack on someone against their will? Masturbate? In my case, masturbation worked in the beginning. Before I was such a prideful 'ler. Before thinking about techniques. A tickle fetish for a 'ler, goes beyond sexual relief. It is not simply about the sexual pleasure, it is about the pleasure of doing the tickling
itself.
Feeling the body of a beautiful woman, dancing under my carefully placed touches... the giggles telling me how to conduct. My fingers serenading her most sensitive spots... her belly moving in such an arousing manner, reacting to the stimuli spread all over her being. The spine stiffens... breathing changes... the climax of an orchestra, breaking into a thunderous laughter from the essence of her soul... and then silence. You hear no claps, but the smile on both your faces dictates a job well done... I miss that feeling.
Allow me to end this wall of text with a conversation between myself and a certain woman:
- "Is it a bother, when I tickle you? I do not want you to feel tortured or obligated to indulge my desires."
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"It's weird. I like how erotic it is. Your kisses... touch... but at the same time... it tickles! I don't know how to put it... ugh!"
(I simply smiled at her struggle, until words were said that would change my life...)
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"But... do you know why I don't mind going through it? In fact, why I love it when you tickle me?"
(I looked at her, puzzled.)
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"You are always so serious... distant. But when you tickle me, your eyes light up. You've never noticed the smile on your face when tickling me, have you?"
(I did not know what to say... I am well aware of being a serious and cold person. Do not get me wrong, I am very loving and caring to those I worry about. But I was told time and time again how serious or mean my gaze can be. She was right, I never noticed.)
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"I rarely see your legitimate smiles. It makes me happy to see you happy!"
