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This is a little maudlin and bittersweet. But can't get around it, one of these days, it happens to us all.....even ticklees with the most beautiful spirits that explode into the air and linger forever, even after they themselves are gone....it's hard to believe......difficult to accept.....
The first member of the opposite sex I ever met who liked, nay, LOVED being tickled, and enthused about it at length to me, was one of the more special people I've ever encountered. Warm, talented - she was a dancer and a pianist - smiley, smart.....funny.....I guess that's how I describe a lot of these women but what I can I say....that's my "type", lol. Very positive and bubbly and effervescent. So much fun to be around. Completely unpretentious.
Curly chestnut hair, big brown eyes....awww....., she had beautiful, delicate pale skin, super soft, even when you'd just shake hands with her, like touching silk.......and when she got tickled, she'd giggle delighted, never put up a fight, went right to laughter at first touch, watched you do it to her, fascinated.......like she was watching you tickle her, and wanted to see what you were going to do next.
She was best friends with another good friend of mine of whom I've written about elsewhere on the Forum, a someone who was NOT ticklish....( I was able to tickle this other friend into hysterics once and only once.....but in her immortal words tickling was "a waste of time.")
It turned out this unticklish person's best friend - the subject of this writing - did not feel the same way! These two were inseparable....but they were complete opposites on this one issue!
"I LOVE being ticklish!" she said - and whenever she talked about tickling with me, which was more than once, she got really wide-eyed and sensual and flirty. Normally we were just buddies....only when it came to tickling....."I LOVE being ticklish!" and her eyes would get really wide when she said "LOVE"...."I LOVE being ticklish........It means my whole body is sensitive!" We had this conversation more than once and she always acted as if we had never discussed it before, yet repeating the same lines, as if she had them prepared already. She knew how she felt about being tickled. She had thought about it, formalized her thoughts about it and arrived at: "I LOVE being ticklish. It means my whole body is sensitive!" One time she added, seductively "...to being TOUCHED!"
I don't know why but the fact that these two friends had such extreme reactions from...."it's a waste of time" to "I LOVE being ticklish".....blew my mind at the time, heheh. At this time of my life, I was living like a troubadour, crashing on people's couches and the like while we all worked together on theatre or music stuff. So one night I crashed with her, just as friends, though I do remember, sitting on the floor with her, having a grasp of her ankle and tickling this long, super soft sole, rippling with deep, soft wrinkles, just the most wrinkly soles ever, and not calloused at all, really loose rippling wrinkles.....and then her giggling and kind of taking it, letting me tickle her with this adorable flirty smile as she just watched her foot - and my hand - in anticipation when I'd stop for a second, waiting to see if I'd do it again....this hot little game, her laugh giving little starts and halts in anticipation whenever I'd suddenly move my hand but then freeze it, then move it, then freeze it. So cute. So fun. Somewhere in an alternate reality, we're STILL sitting there, waiting for me to tickle her again. 😉
Soon, she started going out with one of my friends, and one night, soon after they had "hooked up" we were all together at the "unticklish" friend's apartment. So it was me, her unticklish "tickling is a waste of time" friend, and her with her new boyfriend. At some point, he started to tickle her, and she just squealed urgently before being overtaken by laughter, completely delighted, making her "unticklish" friend taunt her while she was getting tickled. (we'll call her "Tara") her friend was sort of sing-songing: "Taraaaaa.......I know you love it!........." while "Tara" squealed and kind of tried to slide down (we were all on the floor, she had been sitting leaning back into him, so he totally had her engulfed, and her chin was on her chest, and her arms were clenched tight to her body, giggling and giggling and giggling.......)
Poor sweetie, poor far-away angel. Time goes by so fast. It feels like just a few years, maybe.....4 years or something like that....we were all together in that room and her girlish laughter filled the air and was the center of all our attention. But it's actually been decades, we just lost touch along the way ....
I happened to find out recently that she's gone, been gone for a long, long time. Ugh. Too young. Too beautiful. Too vivid and special a person. How could this happen? Where did she go?
The good thing is: I still have a part of her bottled up inside me. I always did! And it can never go away! I can hear her, I can see her, I can even feel her. It's weird. Not all ticklees are so vivid.
But most of all... I don't know if there are words to express the sheer shock and disbelief when I learned from her - before computers, before the TMF, before anything - that some women actually loved this thing, this thing I can't shake, this thing that made me feel like a friggin' freak.....but about which she had now given me an inkling of hope, maybe even pride, and definitely fellowship. She could never ever have known how much she was helping me, in our tiny, little tickle flirts.
'scuse me while I kiss the sky....... 🙁
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The first member of the opposite sex I ever met who liked, nay, LOVED being tickled, and enthused about it at length to me, was one of the more special people I've ever encountered. Warm, talented - she was a dancer and a pianist - smiley, smart.....funny.....I guess that's how I describe a lot of these women but what I can I say....that's my "type", lol. Very positive and bubbly and effervescent. So much fun to be around. Completely unpretentious.
Curly chestnut hair, big brown eyes....awww....., she had beautiful, delicate pale skin, super soft, even when you'd just shake hands with her, like touching silk.......and when she got tickled, she'd giggle delighted, never put up a fight, went right to laughter at first touch, watched you do it to her, fascinated.......like she was watching you tickle her, and wanted to see what you were going to do next.
She was best friends with another good friend of mine of whom I've written about elsewhere on the Forum, a someone who was NOT ticklish....( I was able to tickle this other friend into hysterics once and only once.....but in her immortal words tickling was "a waste of time.")
It turned out this unticklish person's best friend - the subject of this writing - did not feel the same way! These two were inseparable....but they were complete opposites on this one issue!
"I LOVE being ticklish!" she said - and whenever she talked about tickling with me, which was more than once, she got really wide-eyed and sensual and flirty. Normally we were just buddies....only when it came to tickling....."I LOVE being ticklish!" and her eyes would get really wide when she said "LOVE"...."I LOVE being ticklish........It means my whole body is sensitive!" We had this conversation more than once and she always acted as if we had never discussed it before, yet repeating the same lines, as if she had them prepared already. She knew how she felt about being tickled. She had thought about it, formalized her thoughts about it and arrived at: "I LOVE being ticklish. It means my whole body is sensitive!" One time she added, seductively "...to being TOUCHED!"
I don't know why but the fact that these two friends had such extreme reactions from...."it's a waste of time" to "I LOVE being ticklish".....blew my mind at the time, heheh. At this time of my life, I was living like a troubadour, crashing on people's couches and the like while we all worked together on theatre or music stuff. So one night I crashed with her, just as friends, though I do remember, sitting on the floor with her, having a grasp of her ankle and tickling this long, super soft sole, rippling with deep, soft wrinkles, just the most wrinkly soles ever, and not calloused at all, really loose rippling wrinkles.....and then her giggling and kind of taking it, letting me tickle her with this adorable flirty smile as she just watched her foot - and my hand - in anticipation when I'd stop for a second, waiting to see if I'd do it again....this hot little game, her laugh giving little starts and halts in anticipation whenever I'd suddenly move my hand but then freeze it, then move it, then freeze it. So cute. So fun. Somewhere in an alternate reality, we're STILL sitting there, waiting for me to tickle her again. 😉
Soon, she started going out with one of my friends, and one night, soon after they had "hooked up" we were all together at the "unticklish" friend's apartment. So it was me, her unticklish "tickling is a waste of time" friend, and her with her new boyfriend. At some point, he started to tickle her, and she just squealed urgently before being overtaken by laughter, completely delighted, making her "unticklish" friend taunt her while she was getting tickled. (we'll call her "Tara") her friend was sort of sing-songing: "Taraaaaa.......I know you love it!........." while "Tara" squealed and kind of tried to slide down (we were all on the floor, she had been sitting leaning back into him, so he totally had her engulfed, and her chin was on her chest, and her arms were clenched tight to her body, giggling and giggling and giggling.......)
Poor sweetie, poor far-away angel. Time goes by so fast. It feels like just a few years, maybe.....4 years or something like that....we were all together in that room and her girlish laughter filled the air and was the center of all our attention. But it's actually been decades, we just lost touch along the way ....
I happened to find out recently that she's gone, been gone for a long, long time. Ugh. Too young. Too beautiful. Too vivid and special a person. How could this happen? Where did she go?
The good thing is: I still have a part of her bottled up inside me. I always did! And it can never go away! I can hear her, I can see her, I can even feel her. It's weird. Not all ticklees are so vivid.
But most of all... I don't know if there are words to express the sheer shock and disbelief when I learned from her - before computers, before the TMF, before anything - that some women actually loved this thing, this thing I can't shake, this thing that made me feel like a friggin' freak.....but about which she had now given me an inkling of hope, maybe even pride, and definitely fellowship. She could never ever have known how much she was helping me, in our tiny, little tickle flirts.
'scuse me while I kiss the sky....... 🙁
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