Violetta
4th Level Indigo Feather
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So I was thinking (after a trio of Manhattans) about the people I've come to know during my years in this community. There's a few that have broken the mold and stood out, but by and large there's been a vast number of people who've exhibited all the traits of having lived a very sheltered life.
I've seen people decry the evils of alcohol and smoking and sex. I've seen people go so far as to swear that they would never so much as step foot inside a Hooter's restaurant, as though such places were the site of Black Masses.
I've met far more people who, even well into their 20s, still live with their parents rather than rent their own place. They don't drive. They don't go out. The barely have friends outside of the internet.
This seems to be the public face of the tickling fetish.
Then I started to reason it out in my head.
Tickling, much like sex, is a pretty joyous act. There's laughter as the end result, which is a sign of enjoyment, of a thrill, but also of uncontrolled bliss. But where do you see tickling focused at? At places distant from anything overtly erotic; the feet, under the arms, across the belly, and slowly circling towards the erogenous like breasts or marvelously naughtier places.
But why would we focus on those areas? Because we were sheltered from real intimacy? Because for most of us there still exists an early established taboo against the sexual?
Sure! Why not? I'll admit, I was raised extremely sheltered. I out-right feared sex until I was in my mid-teens. But, like normal teenagers, I rebelled and lost my virginity. For me it was right after I got to college when I was 18. The mystique was met with reality and experience, and after that I was open to what I knew actually turned me on.
But what about those who never breached that momentous occasion? Sure, the less-than-erogenous places of the human body provide a safe harbor for people who've been taught that sex is bad, or some such lie. And laughter might just make a suitable replacement for coitus if intimacy still holds some instilled guilt for you.
But what do you think? Do you think that being raised in a sheltered environment could actually make someone replace normal sexuality with a fetish like this?
I've seen people decry the evils of alcohol and smoking and sex. I've seen people go so far as to swear that they would never so much as step foot inside a Hooter's restaurant, as though such places were the site of Black Masses.
I've met far more people who, even well into their 20s, still live with their parents rather than rent their own place. They don't drive. They don't go out. The barely have friends outside of the internet.
This seems to be the public face of the tickling fetish.
Then I started to reason it out in my head.
Tickling, much like sex, is a pretty joyous act. There's laughter as the end result, which is a sign of enjoyment, of a thrill, but also of uncontrolled bliss. But where do you see tickling focused at? At places distant from anything overtly erotic; the feet, under the arms, across the belly, and slowly circling towards the erogenous like breasts or marvelously naughtier places.
But why would we focus on those areas? Because we were sheltered from real intimacy? Because for most of us there still exists an early established taboo against the sexual?
Sure! Why not? I'll admit, I was raised extremely sheltered. I out-right feared sex until I was in my mid-teens. But, like normal teenagers, I rebelled and lost my virginity. For me it was right after I got to college when I was 18. The mystique was met with reality and experience, and after that I was open to what I knew actually turned me on.
But what about those who never breached that momentous occasion? Sure, the less-than-erogenous places of the human body provide a safe harbor for people who've been taught that sex is bad, or some such lie. And laughter might just make a suitable replacement for coitus if intimacy still holds some instilled guilt for you.
But what do you think? Do you think that being raised in a sheltered environment could actually make someone replace normal sexuality with a fetish like this?