I posted yesterday about the weirdest tickling-related experience I ever went through.....how I watched this train conductor be so tickle-attracted to my girlfriend that he actually threw all caution to the wind and stole tickles from her, right in front of me. lol. A fascinating anthropological study into the mind of a 'ler if ever I saw one. And I saw one, with mine own eyes! lol
I also didn't put into the story that Lee already knew that this was a turn-on (because of the story I'm about to tell). Like me, she knew nothing TOO wild could happen, because he was a guy on the job. There was a saftey element to that situation. She was as intrigued....and also as turned on....by the whole thing as I was. She was an adventerous girl, and open to new experiences, and so...when this weird thing happened....we both just went with it. The guy is so lucky it was us, and not someone else, or he could have been in a world of trouble!
But that was actually not the first time....or even the tenth time I watched that happen to her. Oh the things actresses do in the name of art! lol
Maybe 6 months before the train story, she got cast as the role of Chicklet in "Psycho Beach Party". (people familar with that play, or movie, probably already know what's coming next!). I remember going to meet her after her first read-through. A bunch of us got a little loaded and we ended up playing this wild game of hide-and-go-seek in this big empty estate that we hopped the wall to get into. I remember chasing Lee and tackling her, tickling her and rolling around in leaves and vines and who knew what, it was dark. As the tickling wound down, she looked gorgeous as the moonlight just bathed her face and we started making out until the group found and scolded us for holding up the game. For the rest of the night, we played as a team, so we could basically get hot and heavy while we hid!
When the game was over, we went back to.....my room? Her room? Hmmmm. I'm seeing the room in my head, but it's unfamiliar and I can't figure out why. Anyways.....it was a dorm room. And now, we're cuddled up and let's face it....we've been in foreplay all night long......so now things are getting a little hot and heavy, there in the bed, when all of a sudden she whispers my ear...."Guess what?".....(what?)......."I get tickled in the play."
I submerged into a dizzy spell........like I was falling.....swooning........first off.....I loved that she would think to even tell me that. I also think it was a very giving thing for her to do, because we already were hot and heavy.....so she wants to spice it up even more, to see what I'm going to do, to get me even more turned on, oh my god.....thats a good girflriend, lol!
Also: it was going to be a two-week run. With three and a half weeks of rehearsal! That's alot of tickling! But wait......what KIND of tickling? And who's going to be administering this tickling?
"You get...you get tickled in the play?"
Kissing my face and my neck...."mmmm-hmmm"
"Who does it?"
Kissing my face and my neck...."ummmmm.......Kanaka.....and ummmmm......Brian.......(my heart is racing...there's more than one?)....and......Mike."
My eyes are just....staring now at the ceiling, trying to process all this.
"Three guys?"
"Mmmm-hmmmmm".
"Tell me." lol.
So she tells me the scene. At one point, they threaten her with the "chinese tickle torture" , hold her down and tickle her savagely. I'm drowning in turned-on -ness. lol. Later, I read the scene, and sure enough, she's right. Though it describes a silly kind of tickling (one of the characters holds his head down to her stomach and tickles her with his head.)....the way the director staged it was not as written. But that's later. For now, all I know is we had a passionate night.
The next morning? I was covered in poison ivy. LOL! That'll teach me to roll around on the ground after dark during a game of hide-and-go-seek! lol
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Not only is she in the play, but I get asked to write some music for it and to do the sound design, all the sound effects and music stuff. Which means I have to attend some rehearsals and I have to run all the sound stuff during the show. In other words, I need to be at all the performances.
I know I kept tabs on how rehearsals were going. I know I sat in on a couple. The way it was staged was like this: one guy would grab her arms, and the other grab her legs, so that she was suspended....and the other guy would take both his hands, wrap them around her waist and dig in. Interesting note: in all of the times I saw him do this...he never tickled her the same way. Sometimes he went across the top of her stomach, sometimes he squeezed her sides, sometimes he went all around her torso, sometimes he concentrated on one thing, sometimes it was spidery, sometimes it was grabby and pinchy.
My girlfriend's reaction, however, was always the same: hysterical laughing.
In fact, one particular time he was so savage, that she started to wriggle so much that they almost dropped her, forcing the director to absolutely yell at the cast to be careful. The tickler had gotten carried away.
And so it went on.......dress rehearsals, final dress rehearsal....and then the run of shows, night after night. It happened somewhere in the middle of the play, and I'd obviously start preparing myself to deal minutes before it happened, almost dreading it to happen, yet wanting it at the same time. And as I said....he never approached it the same way twice. So it was always in the back of my mind: what's he going to do to her tonight?
Finally the run of shows was over. But there was one last cherry on top. Before striking the set, they were to pose for a series of photos, basically re-enacting moments from the play. This took forever. But the tickling scene was one of those re-enactments.
So....they're setting this up, and Lee is in place, being held by these guys, the tickler standing over, but waiting for the photographer to get her act together, or whatever they were waiting for. Jokingly, Brian (the tickler) motions to her sides, like he's going to tickle...and she jolts a bit and starts laughing and says through her nervous laughter..."oh my god, that tickles so bad every time you do that." And he smiles a big smile and says "Oh, you're ticklish?" (as if he didn't know all these weeks)...."Yes, I'm...." giggles.......he didn't even wait, he just lowered his hands and started lightly tickling. "no, don't!", and he's just lightly spidering around her sides, and trying not to make such a big deal out of it (her also, she's trying to keep her laughter in, since the theatre is otherwise silent). But I remember him looking at her face, smiling at her, fascinated and kind've teasing her, though I couldn't make it out what he was saying, someting like "That's right...come on....that's it...", something like that, taunting her as she just had to deal....all these weeks he'd been acting the 'ler....but in that moment, he became the real deal.
Finally, they took the picture and let her go, never to tickle her again.
I also didn't put into the story that Lee already knew that this was a turn-on (because of the story I'm about to tell). Like me, she knew nothing TOO wild could happen, because he was a guy on the job. There was a saftey element to that situation. She was as intrigued....and also as turned on....by the whole thing as I was. She was an adventerous girl, and open to new experiences, and so...when this weird thing happened....we both just went with it. The guy is so lucky it was us, and not someone else, or he could have been in a world of trouble!
But that was actually not the first time....or even the tenth time I watched that happen to her. Oh the things actresses do in the name of art! lol
Maybe 6 months before the train story, she got cast as the role of Chicklet in "Psycho Beach Party". (people familar with that play, or movie, probably already know what's coming next!). I remember going to meet her after her first read-through. A bunch of us got a little loaded and we ended up playing this wild game of hide-and-go-seek in this big empty estate that we hopped the wall to get into. I remember chasing Lee and tackling her, tickling her and rolling around in leaves and vines and who knew what, it was dark. As the tickling wound down, she looked gorgeous as the moonlight just bathed her face and we started making out until the group found and scolded us for holding up the game. For the rest of the night, we played as a team, so we could basically get hot and heavy while we hid!
When the game was over, we went back to.....my room? Her room? Hmmmm. I'm seeing the room in my head, but it's unfamiliar and I can't figure out why. Anyways.....it was a dorm room. And now, we're cuddled up and let's face it....we've been in foreplay all night long......so now things are getting a little hot and heavy, there in the bed, when all of a sudden she whispers my ear...."Guess what?".....(what?)......."I get tickled in the play."
I submerged into a dizzy spell........like I was falling.....swooning........first off.....I loved that she would think to even tell me that. I also think it was a very giving thing for her to do, because we already were hot and heavy.....so she wants to spice it up even more, to see what I'm going to do, to get me even more turned on, oh my god.....thats a good girflriend, lol!
Also: it was going to be a two-week run. With three and a half weeks of rehearsal! That's alot of tickling! But wait......what KIND of tickling? And who's going to be administering this tickling?
"You get...you get tickled in the play?"
Kissing my face and my neck...."mmmm-hmmm"
"Who does it?"
Kissing my face and my neck...."ummmmm.......Kanaka.....and ummmmm......Brian.......(my heart is racing...there's more than one?)....and......Mike."
My eyes are just....staring now at the ceiling, trying to process all this.
"Three guys?"
"Mmmm-hmmmmm".
"Tell me." lol.
So she tells me the scene. At one point, they threaten her with the "chinese tickle torture" , hold her down and tickle her savagely. I'm drowning in turned-on -ness. lol. Later, I read the scene, and sure enough, she's right. Though it describes a silly kind of tickling (one of the characters holds his head down to her stomach and tickles her with his head.)....the way the director staged it was not as written. But that's later. For now, all I know is we had a passionate night.
The next morning? I was covered in poison ivy. LOL! That'll teach me to roll around on the ground after dark during a game of hide-and-go-seek! lol
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Not only is she in the play, but I get asked to write some music for it and to do the sound design, all the sound effects and music stuff. Which means I have to attend some rehearsals and I have to run all the sound stuff during the show. In other words, I need to be at all the performances.
I know I kept tabs on how rehearsals were going. I know I sat in on a couple. The way it was staged was like this: one guy would grab her arms, and the other grab her legs, so that she was suspended....and the other guy would take both his hands, wrap them around her waist and dig in. Interesting note: in all of the times I saw him do this...he never tickled her the same way. Sometimes he went across the top of her stomach, sometimes he squeezed her sides, sometimes he went all around her torso, sometimes he concentrated on one thing, sometimes it was spidery, sometimes it was grabby and pinchy.
My girlfriend's reaction, however, was always the same: hysterical laughing.
In fact, one particular time he was so savage, that she started to wriggle so much that they almost dropped her, forcing the director to absolutely yell at the cast to be careful. The tickler had gotten carried away.
And so it went on.......dress rehearsals, final dress rehearsal....and then the run of shows, night after night. It happened somewhere in the middle of the play, and I'd obviously start preparing myself to deal minutes before it happened, almost dreading it to happen, yet wanting it at the same time. And as I said....he never approached it the same way twice. So it was always in the back of my mind: what's he going to do to her tonight?
Finally the run of shows was over. But there was one last cherry on top. Before striking the set, they were to pose for a series of photos, basically re-enacting moments from the play. This took forever. But the tickling scene was one of those re-enactments.
So....they're setting this up, and Lee is in place, being held by these guys, the tickler standing over, but waiting for the photographer to get her act together, or whatever they were waiting for. Jokingly, Brian (the tickler) motions to her sides, like he's going to tickle...and she jolts a bit and starts laughing and says through her nervous laughter..."oh my god, that tickles so bad every time you do that." And he smiles a big smile and says "Oh, you're ticklish?" (as if he didn't know all these weeks)...."Yes, I'm...." giggles.......he didn't even wait, he just lowered his hands and started lightly tickling. "no, don't!", and he's just lightly spidering around her sides, and trying not to make such a big deal out of it (her also, she's trying to keep her laughter in, since the theatre is otherwise silent). But I remember him looking at her face, smiling at her, fascinated and kind've teasing her, though I couldn't make it out what he was saying, someting like "That's right...come on....that's it...", something like that, taunting her as she just had to deal....all these weeks he'd been acting the 'ler....but in that moment, he became the real deal.
Finally, they took the picture and let her go, never to tickle her again.
