Nextrend2011
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Before this post, I've never shared this secret with anyone...and I mean ANYONE. For the longest time it's been a rather embarrassing secret / story of mine and I figured I'd get it off my chest and see what people thought. I think it's bonkers weird, but I'm curious as to what ya'll think. Here goes:
As everyone knows, puberty can be a rather interesting and fun time for boys and girls alike. You start realizing things about yourself, your voice cracks, you start recognizing the opposite sex....but one of the biggest things that come with puberty is the exploration of sexual behavior:
At a really young age I already had an interest in tickling. In the days of Kindergarten, 1st, 2nd grade I used to have a habit of flirting with all the girls and asking them to pin me down and tickle me. I didn't know why I liked it...I just did. This whole charade stopped after about 3rd grade and the whole tickling scene dropped out of my life up until 9th grade when I was in full puberty swing.
I was honestly a bit of a lonely child in early high school. Didn't have many friends, never had a girlfriend (till college happened....jesus christ did life change) and I was realizing I had a couple sexual quirks that I wanted to embark on, but didn't have the confidence to get it out there, nor the partners to explore with...so often I would practice on myself. Every now and then I would poke and prod at myself trying to figure out what worked best and what didn't....often being disappointed that it didn't tickle as much as it used to back in the early Pre-School days when other girls were the ones prodding. Then a rather interesting day happened that definitely hit home that tickling was part of my sexuality:
This is the really weird part of the story so bear with me. I don't understand it either, but here it is. =P I was sitting outside one day minding my own business, just playing in the dirt outside of my house. I was barefoot at the time and was unconscious of all the bugs and such crawling around on the ground when all of a sudden I felt a horribly ticklish sensation in my left foot, between my toes. I looked down to see a tiny black and brown beetle burrowing it's way between my toes. I was a young teen and I loved the outdoors as well as insects and such (except centipedes, spiders, and bees...fuck those) so it really didn't bother me at all. However, the tickling sensation was so lovely that I put the beetle back where he was and just sat there enjoying the intense tickling the little guy was doing between my toes. At this point I looked down and realized I was harder than I'd ever have been before and was slowly growing more and more sexually aroused. It wasn't the beetle itself that turned me on (that would be slightly far left field) but the nearly torturous tickling it was doing to me.
At this point I became extremely curious and decided to take a couple of the little guys back to my room. (the beetles lived, i set them free afterwards, no worries!) I felt really embarrassed that I was doing this as I was scared shitless that my mom was going to barge in and ask me "what in the HELL are you doing?!" A risk I was willing to take! Knowing that beetles are excellent burrowers, I decided to take a clean pair of ankle socks...put a little beetle in each one...and put the socks on gently and just laid down and waited. At first I felt so incredibly embarrassed that I was doing this and was about to let them free when they started to crawl around. The tickling was absolutely torturous and intense, but I didn't want it to stop. They'd crawl all up and down my soles, in between my toes, around my ankles....and it turned me on more and more the more work they did. Everytime they stopped crawling and then would pick it back up, it was like a pair of hands teasing and prodding. At times I was thinking "oh my god....I just put bugs into my socks so that they could tickle me....what the hell is wrong with me?"...but the sensation was just too wonderful to let go. After I was done, and released the beetles back into the wild, I felt confused, embarrased, still turned on....but realized at that moment that tickling was definitely a part of my sexual nature. "If a beetle can do that...what can a PERSON do?"
Now, of course, things are different. Dating, girlfriends....plenty of opportunities to explore the tickling realm with living, breathing victi...I mean...lees
Tickling has always been an interest of mine since I was 9 / 10 years old....but never will I forget those random days of puberty when I figured out that rather weird method of self-tickling. 
As everyone knows, puberty can be a rather interesting and fun time for boys and girls alike. You start realizing things about yourself, your voice cracks, you start recognizing the opposite sex....but one of the biggest things that come with puberty is the exploration of sexual behavior:
At a really young age I already had an interest in tickling. In the days of Kindergarten, 1st, 2nd grade I used to have a habit of flirting with all the girls and asking them to pin me down and tickle me. I didn't know why I liked it...I just did. This whole charade stopped after about 3rd grade and the whole tickling scene dropped out of my life up until 9th grade when I was in full puberty swing.
I was honestly a bit of a lonely child in early high school. Didn't have many friends, never had a girlfriend (till college happened....jesus christ did life change) and I was realizing I had a couple sexual quirks that I wanted to embark on, but didn't have the confidence to get it out there, nor the partners to explore with...so often I would practice on myself. Every now and then I would poke and prod at myself trying to figure out what worked best and what didn't....often being disappointed that it didn't tickle as much as it used to back in the early Pre-School days when other girls were the ones prodding. Then a rather interesting day happened that definitely hit home that tickling was part of my sexuality:
This is the really weird part of the story so bear with me. I don't understand it either, but here it is. =P I was sitting outside one day minding my own business, just playing in the dirt outside of my house. I was barefoot at the time and was unconscious of all the bugs and such crawling around on the ground when all of a sudden I felt a horribly ticklish sensation in my left foot, between my toes. I looked down to see a tiny black and brown beetle burrowing it's way between my toes. I was a young teen and I loved the outdoors as well as insects and such (except centipedes, spiders, and bees...fuck those) so it really didn't bother me at all. However, the tickling sensation was so lovely that I put the beetle back where he was and just sat there enjoying the intense tickling the little guy was doing between my toes. At this point I looked down and realized I was harder than I'd ever have been before and was slowly growing more and more sexually aroused. It wasn't the beetle itself that turned me on (that would be slightly far left field) but the nearly torturous tickling it was doing to me.
At this point I became extremely curious and decided to take a couple of the little guys back to my room. (the beetles lived, i set them free afterwards, no worries!) I felt really embarrassed that I was doing this as I was scared shitless that my mom was going to barge in and ask me "what in the HELL are you doing?!" A risk I was willing to take! Knowing that beetles are excellent burrowers, I decided to take a clean pair of ankle socks...put a little beetle in each one...and put the socks on gently and just laid down and waited. At first I felt so incredibly embarrassed that I was doing this and was about to let them free when they started to crawl around. The tickling was absolutely torturous and intense, but I didn't want it to stop. They'd crawl all up and down my soles, in between my toes, around my ankles....and it turned me on more and more the more work they did. Everytime they stopped crawling and then would pick it back up, it was like a pair of hands teasing and prodding. At times I was thinking "oh my god....I just put bugs into my socks so that they could tickle me....what the hell is wrong with me?"...but the sensation was just too wonderful to let go. After I was done, and released the beetles back into the wild, I felt confused, embarrased, still turned on....but realized at that moment that tickling was definitely a part of my sexual nature. "If a beetle can do that...what can a PERSON do?"
Now, of course, things are different. Dating, girlfriends....plenty of opportunities to explore the tickling realm with living, breathing victi...I mean...lees
Tickling has always been an interest of mine since I was 9 / 10 years old....but never will I forget those random days of puberty when I figured out that rather weird method of self-tickling. 
