I'm fascinated by tickle history. Everybody's history, not just my own....least of all my own! I want to do a post-mortem on every tickle that's ever happened! I want to go back in time to the beginning of history and see all the great ticklings! I want to know about Cleopatra, and Anne Boleyn, was she ticklish? There must have been some great ticklings in the Wild West, in the Roaring 20s, in the Swingin' 60s.......not to mention all the great crushes and loves of my life!
Whenever I had a girlfriend, I would fish out their tickle memories. It's always fascinating - and also hot - to hear a ticklish person - one who gets into this wild state at the merest of touches - calmly and seriously talk about it, and by talking about it, get in touch with their own feelings about it, come to their own revelations about it. For instance, the story I'm about to write:
Part of why this girl became my muse is because her stories were so hot, you could feel the tickler's lust for her. One reason for that was.....she was super tickleable. Her beauty attracted it....... her personality inspired it.
When I first set eyes on her, I thought she was gorgeous, it's true. But the moment we started talking, her personality was what was intoxicating and inspiring and endearing. She was doe-eyed and always optimistic, childlike, often to the point of being naive and a total innocent. Innocent, but not dumb. (in actuality, she had had a wild, wild life, so the innocence was something consciously retained.) Very funny. Not pretentious. Kittenish. Kind to everyone, warm and smiley........klutzy! You wanted to wrap her up in your arms just to make sure she didn't hurt herself!
All this and more, and you just wanted to tickle the fuck out of her, lol. Her looks added to it. She had big brown eyes, a doll face.....smooth soft skin........ long elegant legs that went on forever, she had an hourglass shape that prompted one of my friends to drool: "she has the most perfect body I've ever seen" and for her job to design their mannequins based on her measurements. In fact, even though her job was in design, sketching all day, they made her the in-house fit model. Which brings me to tickling.
When I first asked her about tickling - can you remember a time you got tickled, or what's the last time you got tickled, something like that - she said "Actually I get tickled at work a lot." !!!!!!
I've already written about that here...the stories in that blogpost would occur periodically over the few years we lived together. She'd come home and say proudly: "I got tickled today!"
So hot. Made me look at the entire fashion world differently.
But what about before we met? A girl this beautiful must have had at least a couple of boyfriends. Well, it turned out she did......and in this story, there's two boyfriends.
"What was the worst you ever got tickled?"
Thinking for a second she said "Probably when the two guys got me on the bed."
Just hearing that sentence made my stomach drop and I had to hear more. Here's the story:
Before she came to New York, my girl was living in Southern California. There she started hanging out with these two guys, she was seeing one of them and eventually ended up dating the other one, who was a drug dealer. She said the two would sit around, smoking pot, and make comments to each other about how hot she was. (For her to say that was VERY uncharacteristic of her, it was one of the few times she ever mentioned her looks, at least like that. Thinking about it now, she probably was flattered and maybe even turned on to by their...open lust! lol)
Anyways, apparently one of the guys - the guy she was seeing - was housesitting, and one night the three of them were at this house he was watching. At one point, they went into the bedroom to watch TV and the guy she was seeing left to go get drinks or something. This left her alone with the OTHER guy, the drug dealer guy.
She gets on the bed, and the drug dealer guy - who was the one she really liked and who she'd end up with - goes into gentleman mode. He props some pillows behind her to make her comfortable and then helpfully says something like "Here, let me slip off your shoes", she's wearing sandals and he slips them off, she's not thinking anything of it, she's watching tv, she's on a bed so of course the shoes should come off! But when he takes them off, he starts lightly running his fingers over her sole and she giggles a bit, shyly, squirms. He laughs or whatever, he probably said "Oh you're ticklish" or something - that's usually what happens right? She never reported it but I'll bet he did. Anyways, next he gets on the bed himself, sits next to her, and he runs his hand over her thigh, same thing, same reaction.
All of a sudden, the guy she was seeing comes back in and immediately they stop the flirting and one guy sits on one side of her......and the other guy sits on her other side.
They're watching David Letterman. When the commercial comes on, the same guy (the drug dealer) puts his hand on her thigh and tickles her again. She yelps. This time she's shocked this guy would do this in front of his friend (and her boyfriend!) and she figures the boyfriend is going to say "Hey, cut it out!" or something. But when she looks at the guys, they're giving each other some kind of devilish, knowing look. Every time she told the story, she mentioned that. Had this thing that was about to go down all been pre-arranged? We'll never know.
As she told the story - and this was with her not really knowing of the overlap between foot fetishism and tickle fetish - the drug dealer guy suddenly moved down to the foot of the bed, swooped up her feet and started tickling. She starts to buck and giggle, begging him to stop, leaning forward to reach her helpless feet when all of a sudden she feels the other guy hold her back.
At this point, the story got slightly blurry. As the dealer was tickling her feet, the boyfriend eventually got her flat on her back and started tickling under her arms. Now she's hysterical and squealing. She told me the only thing they ever say during this whole ordeal is "You're just gonna have to take it, this is your punishment!" (I guess for being such a flirt?lol).
The drug dealer starts working up her killer legs...........she always mentioned how he spent alot of time behind her knees and around her thighs. This drove her nuts, apparently. She always said that, every time she told the story.
Finally this guy worked up to her ribs and stomach and now she had the two dudes both tickling her stomach and ribs, they had her surrounded and all she could do was twist, writhe and laugh.
As a sort of grand finale, to make her get tickled even more, the boyfriend actually held her arms back and let the drug dealer go to town. She said this was the worst part of the whole thing. She said the dealer had carte blanche to tickle her where ever he wanted since she had no defense, she was completely open, the boyfriend was strong and her arms weren't going anywhere. She couldn't believe the guy who was supposed to be her boyfriend was letting this other guy - this guy who she liked! - tickle her. She described him as the dealer's lackey, so that must have had something to do with the dynamic.
Eventually I think her shirt ripped a bit, or her breast started to almost come out when the boyfriend stopped it with "All right, she's had enough." The vibe was electric and almost embarrassed since she knew they had gotten off on it. They went back to watching Letterman, but I can't imagine they could concentrate on it very much.
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She ended up dumping the boyfriend and going out with the drug dealer. (she would quickly dump him as well, apparently both were real jerks). However, before she dumped the dealer, she got tickled by him at least one more time. She told me how one time she was in his room, and she was leaning over his lap to turn up the volume on the stereo when he suddenly grabbed her by the waist and collapsed her onto his lap in a fit of ticklish giggles. That's all she said. But it must have been a great tickling for her to remember it and remark on it. She always did say her favorite way to be tickled was to be savaged around the waist.....
Anyways.........pretty hot story, right?
Whenever I had a girlfriend, I would fish out their tickle memories. It's always fascinating - and also hot - to hear a ticklish person - one who gets into this wild state at the merest of touches - calmly and seriously talk about it, and by talking about it, get in touch with their own feelings about it, come to their own revelations about it. For instance, the story I'm about to write:
Part of why this girl became my muse is because her stories were so hot, you could feel the tickler's lust for her. One reason for that was.....she was super tickleable. Her beauty attracted it....... her personality inspired it.
When I first set eyes on her, I thought she was gorgeous, it's true. But the moment we started talking, her personality was what was intoxicating and inspiring and endearing. She was doe-eyed and always optimistic, childlike, often to the point of being naive and a total innocent. Innocent, but not dumb. (in actuality, she had had a wild, wild life, so the innocence was something consciously retained.) Very funny. Not pretentious. Kittenish. Kind to everyone, warm and smiley........klutzy! You wanted to wrap her up in your arms just to make sure she didn't hurt herself!
All this and more, and you just wanted to tickle the fuck out of her, lol. Her looks added to it. She had big brown eyes, a doll face.....smooth soft skin........ long elegant legs that went on forever, she had an hourglass shape that prompted one of my friends to drool: "she has the most perfect body I've ever seen" and for her job to design their mannequins based on her measurements. In fact, even though her job was in design, sketching all day, they made her the in-house fit model. Which brings me to tickling.
When I first asked her about tickling - can you remember a time you got tickled, or what's the last time you got tickled, something like that - she said "Actually I get tickled at work a lot." !!!!!!
I've already written about that here...the stories in that blogpost would occur periodically over the few years we lived together. She'd come home and say proudly: "I got tickled today!"
So hot. Made me look at the entire fashion world differently.
But what about before we met? A girl this beautiful must have had at least a couple of boyfriends. Well, it turned out she did......and in this story, there's two boyfriends.
"What was the worst you ever got tickled?"
Thinking for a second she said "Probably when the two guys got me on the bed."
Just hearing that sentence made my stomach drop and I had to hear more. Here's the story:
Before she came to New York, my girl was living in Southern California. There she started hanging out with these two guys, she was seeing one of them and eventually ended up dating the other one, who was a drug dealer. She said the two would sit around, smoking pot, and make comments to each other about how hot she was. (For her to say that was VERY uncharacteristic of her, it was one of the few times she ever mentioned her looks, at least like that. Thinking about it now, she probably was flattered and maybe even turned on to by their...open lust! lol)
Anyways, apparently one of the guys - the guy she was seeing - was housesitting, and one night the three of them were at this house he was watching. At one point, they went into the bedroom to watch TV and the guy she was seeing left to go get drinks or something. This left her alone with the OTHER guy, the drug dealer guy.
She gets on the bed, and the drug dealer guy - who was the one she really liked and who she'd end up with - goes into gentleman mode. He props some pillows behind her to make her comfortable and then helpfully says something like "Here, let me slip off your shoes", she's wearing sandals and he slips them off, she's not thinking anything of it, she's watching tv, she's on a bed so of course the shoes should come off! But when he takes them off, he starts lightly running his fingers over her sole and she giggles a bit, shyly, squirms. He laughs or whatever, he probably said "Oh you're ticklish" or something - that's usually what happens right? She never reported it but I'll bet he did. Anyways, next he gets on the bed himself, sits next to her, and he runs his hand over her thigh, same thing, same reaction.
All of a sudden, the guy she was seeing comes back in and immediately they stop the flirting and one guy sits on one side of her......and the other guy sits on her other side.
They're watching David Letterman. When the commercial comes on, the same guy (the drug dealer) puts his hand on her thigh and tickles her again. She yelps. This time she's shocked this guy would do this in front of his friend (and her boyfriend!) and she figures the boyfriend is going to say "Hey, cut it out!" or something. But when she looks at the guys, they're giving each other some kind of devilish, knowing look. Every time she told the story, she mentioned that. Had this thing that was about to go down all been pre-arranged? We'll never know.
As she told the story - and this was with her not really knowing of the overlap between foot fetishism and tickle fetish - the drug dealer guy suddenly moved down to the foot of the bed, swooped up her feet and started tickling. She starts to buck and giggle, begging him to stop, leaning forward to reach her helpless feet when all of a sudden she feels the other guy hold her back.
At this point, the story got slightly blurry. As the dealer was tickling her feet, the boyfriend eventually got her flat on her back and started tickling under her arms. Now she's hysterical and squealing. She told me the only thing they ever say during this whole ordeal is "You're just gonna have to take it, this is your punishment!" (I guess for being such a flirt?lol).
The drug dealer starts working up her killer legs...........she always mentioned how he spent alot of time behind her knees and around her thighs. This drove her nuts, apparently. She always said that, every time she told the story.
Finally this guy worked up to her ribs and stomach and now she had the two dudes both tickling her stomach and ribs, they had her surrounded and all she could do was twist, writhe and laugh.
As a sort of grand finale, to make her get tickled even more, the boyfriend actually held her arms back and let the drug dealer go to town. She said this was the worst part of the whole thing. She said the dealer had carte blanche to tickle her where ever he wanted since she had no defense, she was completely open, the boyfriend was strong and her arms weren't going anywhere. She couldn't believe the guy who was supposed to be her boyfriend was letting this other guy - this guy who she liked! - tickle her. She described him as the dealer's lackey, so that must have had something to do with the dynamic.
Eventually I think her shirt ripped a bit, or her breast started to almost come out when the boyfriend stopped it with "All right, she's had enough." The vibe was electric and almost embarrassed since she knew they had gotten off on it. They went back to watching Letterman, but I can't imagine they could concentrate on it very much.
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She ended up dumping the boyfriend and going out with the drug dealer. (she would quickly dump him as well, apparently both were real jerks). However, before she dumped the dealer, she got tickled by him at least one more time. She told me how one time she was in his room, and she was leaning over his lap to turn up the volume on the stereo when he suddenly grabbed her by the waist and collapsed her onto his lap in a fit of ticklish giggles. That's all she said. But it must have been a great tickling for her to remember it and remark on it. She always did say her favorite way to be tickled was to be savaged around the waist.....
Anyways.........pretty hot story, right?
