A girl I dated in 1987, Allison, was the most ticklish person I've known. Certainly no one I've met was more ticklish than her.
Being a tickler, that could have meant a lot of fun for me. But Allison lacked the other key ingredient - subsmissiveness - to be a tickler's delight. She hated being tickled. In the seven months we dated, I only got to intentionally tickle Allison a few times without her getting mad. Allison just wasn't the type to grin and bear it, much less see the fun in tickling.
Man, Allison was so ticklish! Feet, legs, back, rear end, ribs, stomach, breasts, underarms - you name it. And she was cute: thin (she often wore two shirts, she was so slight aboout the torso), short straight blonde hair, fair skin, maybe 5'4," breasts so small she did not need a bra - but a tight rear end and a slim waist.
Looking back, I always had to work to please Allison. While Allison had the charm that could make me feel ten feet tall, she had an immature side that often threw water on our good time. In some circles of men, Allison was what you call "bad news" - someone you really want who is no good for you. And since she was super ticklish but would not submit to me, that was bad!
In fact, I unintentionally tickled Allison 50 times more often than I got her on purpose. Just resting my hand on her, so many times she complained, "That tickles." Or, she would just say, "Tickles. Tickles."
So close and yet so far. Has anyone else had that happen?
Being a tickler, that could have meant a lot of fun for me. But Allison lacked the other key ingredient - subsmissiveness - to be a tickler's delight. She hated being tickled. In the seven months we dated, I only got to intentionally tickle Allison a few times without her getting mad. Allison just wasn't the type to grin and bear it, much less see the fun in tickling.
Man, Allison was so ticklish! Feet, legs, back, rear end, ribs, stomach, breasts, underarms - you name it. And she was cute: thin (she often wore two shirts, she was so slight aboout the torso), short straight blonde hair, fair skin, maybe 5'4," breasts so small she did not need a bra - but a tight rear end and a slim waist.
Looking back, I always had to work to please Allison. While Allison had the charm that could make me feel ten feet tall, she had an immature side that often threw water on our good time. In some circles of men, Allison was what you call "bad news" - someone you really want who is no good for you. And since she was super ticklish but would not submit to me, that was bad!
In fact, I unintentionally tickled Allison 50 times more often than I got her on purpose. Just resting my hand on her, so many times she complained, "That tickles." Or, she would just say, "Tickles. Tickles."
So close and yet so far. Has anyone else had that happen?
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