It's been my experience that alcohol can make ticklers out of women who normally act more conservatively. If a woman is tipsy, sometimes all it takes is to mention the word. Anybody experienced this?
Recently a neighbor was over at my house, and we were talking about online interaction, and I told her of my experiences on "this forum I hang out at." She asked what the forum was about. She was on her third of fourth glass of wine at the time.
"Tickling," I said.
"Tickling??" she exclaimed while simultaneously attacking my ribs. Yeah, it was definitely cool.
I've also been at parties where a normally quiet and unobtrusive woman will come out of her shell and land on my ribcage with both hands.
However as a lee, I found that inbibing myself detracts from the experience.
I remember one corporate Christmas party I got hammered on Vodka. I mean I was three sheets to the wind, slobbering drunk.
I was wondering (stumbling) around looking for my brother when I suddenly felt two hands decend on my ribs from behind, delivering an extremely potent, no-holds-barred, high-voltage tickle of the sort that only an experienced tickler can pull off.
Had I been sober, I would have collapsed to the floor in a heap. Even though I could feel the intensity and magnitude of the tickle, the alcohol negated any reaction to it. I'm sure the woman (a long time friend and quite beautiful) probably thought I wasn't ticklish.
But then again, she was quite smashed herself and probably didn't even remember it the next day.
Recently a neighbor was over at my house, and we were talking about online interaction, and I told her of my experiences on "this forum I hang out at." She asked what the forum was about. She was on her third of fourth glass of wine at the time.
"Tickling," I said.
"Tickling??" she exclaimed while simultaneously attacking my ribs. Yeah, it was definitely cool.
I've also been at parties where a normally quiet and unobtrusive woman will come out of her shell and land on my ribcage with both hands.
However as a lee, I found that inbibing myself detracts from the experience.
I remember one corporate Christmas party I got hammered on Vodka. I mean I was three sheets to the wind, slobbering drunk.
I was wondering (stumbling) around looking for my brother when I suddenly felt two hands decend on my ribs from behind, delivering an extremely potent, no-holds-barred, high-voltage tickle of the sort that only an experienced tickler can pull off.
Had I been sober, I would have collapsed to the floor in a heap. Even though I could feel the intensity and magnitude of the tickle, the alcohol negated any reaction to it. I'm sure the woman (a long time friend and quite beautiful) probably thought I wasn't ticklish.
But then again, she was quite smashed herself and probably didn't even remember it the next day.