This blogpost is a mess, it's basically transitional information, maybe it's fine, who knows......all I know is I've been chipping away at it for at least two weeks and it's been drudgery!
As I've said before, relationship tickles all kind of blend into one, at least for me. Unless you write them down, they just kind of come and go, you're tickling her so much, so often....how can you remember every time? I can't. And one of the frustrating things about talking about these girlfriends is that I can't really report anything specific! Obviously, I'm a 'ler! If I'm around, a girlfriend can only go so long without getting tickled!
Luckily, in the case of "Monica" (not her real name, obviously), I wrote a bunch of stuff down at the end of our relationship, so I do have some great vivid accounts (most can be found in some of the early posts of this blog.)
But other than that first time I tickled her (which was my las blogpost), the early years are a bit of a blur, tickle-wise. At first, I was living in a one-bedroom apartment in the East Village with two other people - and she was living in a women's-only building, men weren't even allowed past the lobby. At first it was hard to even be together! But we had my whole place to ourselves for the Xmas-New Year's week. I remember we stayed in bed the entire week, watching "The Beatles Anthology", singing along with the entire 8 episodes. I most definitely explored every nuance of her ticklishness then. And she was a completely, classic ticklish girl; ticklish when you kissed her neck, hyper-ticklish under her arms, no matter what the touch......her sides and her stunning, hot stomach.....kissing it tickled her, touching it tickled her, squeezing it tickled her........a 10.
Her long, long killer legs.........her inner thighs, and squeezing her knee........yup. Her long, elegant, high-arched soles, 8 1/2..........very ticklish. You could get her hysterical tickling her feet. But she also used to play a game with herself where she'd plop her feet in your lap while you were watching TV. As a boyfriend, you're watching the TV, but youre unconsciously caressing her foot, maybe just your thumb skimming the instep.....and meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, she's red-face, shallow breathing, seeing how long she can take it.
You can read about her doing that here, both with me, and her next boyfriend.....(towards the end)
http://www.ticklingforum.com/entry.php?6280-The-rich-boyfriend-found-out
The story at the bottom of that post, where we're sitting watching TV with my roommate and it's the situation I just described.......that's probably the next vivid tickling memory I have of her after the first tickle (see previous post). That was at our next apartment, where she and I lived with this other guy (separated by only a curtain....those weren't the days!)
Actually, I now have a vague memory of tickling her in bed, and her trying to keep it down, muffled laughing.....and me worried about the roommate hearing....and then just thinking fuck it, and just totally digging in. Next thing you know, I hear my roommate sigh, get out of bed and go into the bathroom. Usually I was more considerate than that!
And I DO have a very vague memory, earlier - from during that Xmas break where we had the whole place to ourselves. She had gotten out of bed and tried to tickle me.......no avail.....so I dragged her back onto the bed by her wrist and (I'm assuming) tickled her pink. (I just remember grabbing her wrist and pulling). The whole reason she had tried to tickle me was definitely because I had been tickling her (even though I don't remember it).
I don't remember how I first told her about this thing, this "tickle fetish". It was definitely early. Her early line was she thought it was creative and original. As if it was something I had cultivated, something I had chosen! lol!
But she obviously had no idea of what it REALLY was until an unfortunate incident. Ugh. Still makes me cringe. Ok, here it goes:
Shortly before we started going out, I had wandered into a porn store for the first time in my life. For obvious reasons, it had held no interest to me prior. But by this point I had heard that there had been a magazine called "Tied And Tickled". I'd heard about it years earlier and figured there is no way I'm going to find this obscure thing. But on a total whim.....I was walking past a porn store one night while I had to kill some time and just made a split second decision to go in.
Within about 30 seconds, I had happened upon a tickling video. (This is the mid-90s, pre-everyone-on-the-internet-including-me). I could not believe it. I bought it, put it in the video machine...and it was terrible! All fake. No one attractive (in my opinion). Let me put it this way: my girlfriend-to-be was prettier, sexier, more attractive than any of the girls in this video. In my opinion. And I think yours too, you'll have to trust me on this. So really bad fake laughter - think Fran Drescher - and kind of sleazy LA porn blondes - and you get the picture.
Unfortunately, I never removed it from the video machine. Soon after, it went into storage, only to be dug out years later when I moved in with Monica. I must have hooked up the VCR but not actually turned it on to test it or anything, and so the videocassette remained inside the machine.
Can you see where this story is going?
I came home one day....and the place was festooned with videotape......like streamers.......
"What the.....?"
She comes charging out of the other room, crying, and hurls a now-destroyed videotape at me...."Here's your street girls!". Ugh. Caught. Caught with a BAD video.
Now I don't have to just explain tickle fetish.....I have to convince her that what she saw on the video was NOT what I'm into, that I thought it was gross too! And she's crying. She thinks THOSE girls are my taste. When SHE'S my taste!
She calmed down. I don't know how I got out of that one, but I did. Years later, in order to wipe that lame video out of her head, I showed her pretty Ariele Cole getting tickled by Darla Crane's long nails....when the video started, she brightened. "Oh, she's pretty!" When the tickling started, she scoffed, and was catty!....."She's not even ticklish, pffft."....Almost as if to say: "I'm more ticklish than that!" ha!!!.....But then she changed her mind. Darla hit a spot and Ariele lost it. "Oh ok, no, she IS ticklish.....Ok.......ok, yeah, I see what's hot about it......." "It's hot?" "Yeah, it's hot, it's hot...."
lol!
(In the end? She wanted me to tie her up and tickle her while I played a tickle video. I obliged her the bondage but didn't play her the video. Now I wish I had, I realize I could have/should have maybe shared more of this world with her....or maybe I shared too much of it.......in the VERY end of the relationship, her final word on tickle fetish was: "Maybe you shouldn't tell people about it....."
As I've said before, relationship tickles all kind of blend into one, at least for me. Unless you write them down, they just kind of come and go, you're tickling her so much, so often....how can you remember every time? I can't. And one of the frustrating things about talking about these girlfriends is that I can't really report anything specific! Obviously, I'm a 'ler! If I'm around, a girlfriend can only go so long without getting tickled!
Luckily, in the case of "Monica" (not her real name, obviously), I wrote a bunch of stuff down at the end of our relationship, so I do have some great vivid accounts (most can be found in some of the early posts of this blog.)
But other than that first time I tickled her (which was my las blogpost), the early years are a bit of a blur, tickle-wise. At first, I was living in a one-bedroom apartment in the East Village with two other people - and she was living in a women's-only building, men weren't even allowed past the lobby. At first it was hard to even be together! But we had my whole place to ourselves for the Xmas-New Year's week. I remember we stayed in bed the entire week, watching "The Beatles Anthology", singing along with the entire 8 episodes. I most definitely explored every nuance of her ticklishness then. And she was a completely, classic ticklish girl; ticklish when you kissed her neck, hyper-ticklish under her arms, no matter what the touch......her sides and her stunning, hot stomach.....kissing it tickled her, touching it tickled her, squeezing it tickled her........a 10.
Her long, long killer legs.........her inner thighs, and squeezing her knee........yup. Her long, elegant, high-arched soles, 8 1/2..........very ticklish. You could get her hysterical tickling her feet. But she also used to play a game with herself where she'd plop her feet in your lap while you were watching TV. As a boyfriend, you're watching the TV, but youre unconsciously caressing her foot, maybe just your thumb skimming the instep.....and meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, she's red-face, shallow breathing, seeing how long she can take it.
You can read about her doing that here, both with me, and her next boyfriend.....(towards the end)
http://www.ticklingforum.com/entry.php?6280-The-rich-boyfriend-found-out
The story at the bottom of that post, where we're sitting watching TV with my roommate and it's the situation I just described.......that's probably the next vivid tickling memory I have of her after the first tickle (see previous post). That was at our next apartment, where she and I lived with this other guy (separated by only a curtain....those weren't the days!)
Actually, I now have a vague memory of tickling her in bed, and her trying to keep it down, muffled laughing.....and me worried about the roommate hearing....and then just thinking fuck it, and just totally digging in. Next thing you know, I hear my roommate sigh, get out of bed and go into the bathroom. Usually I was more considerate than that!
And I DO have a very vague memory, earlier - from during that Xmas break where we had the whole place to ourselves. She had gotten out of bed and tried to tickle me.......no avail.....so I dragged her back onto the bed by her wrist and (I'm assuming) tickled her pink. (I just remember grabbing her wrist and pulling). The whole reason she had tried to tickle me was definitely because I had been tickling her (even though I don't remember it).
I don't remember how I first told her about this thing, this "tickle fetish". It was definitely early. Her early line was she thought it was creative and original. As if it was something I had cultivated, something I had chosen! lol!
But she obviously had no idea of what it REALLY was until an unfortunate incident. Ugh. Still makes me cringe. Ok, here it goes:
Shortly before we started going out, I had wandered into a porn store for the first time in my life. For obvious reasons, it had held no interest to me prior. But by this point I had heard that there had been a magazine called "Tied And Tickled". I'd heard about it years earlier and figured there is no way I'm going to find this obscure thing. But on a total whim.....I was walking past a porn store one night while I had to kill some time and just made a split second decision to go in.
Within about 30 seconds, I had happened upon a tickling video. (This is the mid-90s, pre-everyone-on-the-internet-including-me). I could not believe it. I bought it, put it in the video machine...and it was terrible! All fake. No one attractive (in my opinion). Let me put it this way: my girlfriend-to-be was prettier, sexier, more attractive than any of the girls in this video. In my opinion. And I think yours too, you'll have to trust me on this. So really bad fake laughter - think Fran Drescher - and kind of sleazy LA porn blondes - and you get the picture.
Unfortunately, I never removed it from the video machine. Soon after, it went into storage, only to be dug out years later when I moved in with Monica. I must have hooked up the VCR but not actually turned it on to test it or anything, and so the videocassette remained inside the machine.
Can you see where this story is going?
I came home one day....and the place was festooned with videotape......like streamers.......
"What the.....?"
She comes charging out of the other room, crying, and hurls a now-destroyed videotape at me...."Here's your street girls!". Ugh. Caught. Caught with a BAD video.
Now I don't have to just explain tickle fetish.....I have to convince her that what she saw on the video was NOT what I'm into, that I thought it was gross too! And she's crying. She thinks THOSE girls are my taste. When SHE'S my taste!
She calmed down. I don't know how I got out of that one, but I did. Years later, in order to wipe that lame video out of her head, I showed her pretty Ariele Cole getting tickled by Darla Crane's long nails....when the video started, she brightened. "Oh, she's pretty!" When the tickling started, she scoffed, and was catty!....."She's not even ticklish, pffft."....Almost as if to say: "I'm more ticklish than that!" ha!!!.....But then she changed her mind. Darla hit a spot and Ariele lost it. "Oh ok, no, she IS ticklish.....Ok.......ok, yeah, I see what's hot about it......." "It's hot?" "Yeah, it's hot, it's hot...."
lol!
(In the end? She wanted me to tie her up and tickle her while I played a tickle video. I obliged her the bondage but didn't play her the video. Now I wish I had, I realize I could have/should have maybe shared more of this world with her....or maybe I shared too much of it.......in the VERY end of the relationship, her final word on tickle fetish was: "Maybe you shouldn't tell people about it....."
