Been with my boyfriend for about 2 months now, and have had some lovely tickling experiences. He's a vanilla who I told about the fetish on our 2nd date and he's really embraced it, even said he enjoys it.
Just thought I'd share this particular experience, because he was able to use tickling to cheer me up - I know there's a lot of talk on tickle therapy and all...
About a week ago I had a particularly bad day at work. I was emotionally frail, fragile and I knew I had to see my boyfriend after work. I thought, ok I may be able to hold it in.
I see him, he knows I'm upset, we make a bit of a small talk and then he takes me to grab a cup of tea and coffee. Tea for me, coffee for him. Lets say I hardly touched my tea.
We sit down, and he hugs me, I told him earlier what happened and hes stroking my hair softly, telling me its okay. Then I don't know, I can't hold it in anymore, its not like me, but I break down crying. Its not a nice sight.
He wipes the tears from my face, rubs his cheek against mine, tells me its okay and that he's there for me and rubs my back. I cry for a good while, as he talks to me about my work as he tries to comfort me.
As I start to feel better, he has his hand on me, usually he rubs my tummy, this time he's lightly trailing his finger in my navel. I'm holding onto him, and he's continuing to move his finger up and down in my belly button. He feels me start to move against him and then he moves his hand onto my side and lightly wiggles his fingers up and down my side. I'm starting to giggle now, and he looks at me, gives me eye contact and kisses my cheek and wiggles his hand along my ribs and under my bra.
"Does it tickle?" He asks softly, and I'm wriggling, giggling and nodding. "How about now?" He says as his hand moves to the sides of my chest and he's digging in a bit more. He doesn't push it, we are at a coffee shop and he doesn't want to make me too hysterical, but he kisses me and smiles and says "its good to hear you laugh again."
I look at him and I'm reassured: he was there for me when I needed him, and the tickling, definitely helped me let go of those pent up emotions.
Just thought I'd share this particular experience, because he was able to use tickling to cheer me up - I know there's a lot of talk on tickle therapy and all...
About a week ago I had a particularly bad day at work. I was emotionally frail, fragile and I knew I had to see my boyfriend after work. I thought, ok I may be able to hold it in.
I see him, he knows I'm upset, we make a bit of a small talk and then he takes me to grab a cup of tea and coffee. Tea for me, coffee for him. Lets say I hardly touched my tea.
We sit down, and he hugs me, I told him earlier what happened and hes stroking my hair softly, telling me its okay. Then I don't know, I can't hold it in anymore, its not like me, but I break down crying. Its not a nice sight.
He wipes the tears from my face, rubs his cheek against mine, tells me its okay and that he's there for me and rubs my back. I cry for a good while, as he talks to me about my work as he tries to comfort me.
As I start to feel better, he has his hand on me, usually he rubs my tummy, this time he's lightly trailing his finger in my navel. I'm holding onto him, and he's continuing to move his finger up and down in my belly button. He feels me start to move against him and then he moves his hand onto my side and lightly wiggles his fingers up and down my side. I'm starting to giggle now, and he looks at me, gives me eye contact and kisses my cheek and wiggles his hand along my ribs and under my bra.
"Does it tickle?" He asks softly, and I'm wriggling, giggling and nodding. "How about now?" He says as his hand moves to the sides of my chest and he's digging in a bit more. He doesn't push it, we are at a coffee shop and he doesn't want to make me too hysterical, but he kisses me and smiles and says "its good to hear you laugh again."
I look at him and I'm reassured: he was there for me when I needed him, and the tickling, definitely helped me let go of those pent up emotions.
