ticklemeaj
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Hey All,
Just wanted to drop a line to everyone and say Hi. My name is Andy. I
am 43...single. ..6' tall, muscular linebacker build, 185lbs..ocean
blue eyes...dark hair and very very ticklish...hehe I live in the
Chandler area.
Ever since I was a child I remember daydreaming about being tickled. I never told anyone about this, and felt I was the only
person in the whole world who had these unusual thoughts. I have
lots memories of being tickled when I was younger..then it seemed to
start turning me sexually.
I was sitting in the library during a study hall in Junior High with
my friend Tammy sitting across from me. I don't remember exactly how
it started...she was bending down to pick up a pen or something, but
she tickled my ankle and I giggled like crazy. She eventually found a
way to have my foot (shoe on) on the chair next to her...she slipped
off my shoe and sock while she tickled around my ankles and soles and
I quietly laughed, trying to see if I could tough it out. The bell
finally rang, we all left....I thought I was going to crawl out of my
skin
Later, when I was in high school I didn't get tickled often
enough, but I found myself becoming a tad less shy. I remember having
my foot tickled by a classmate who had come over to study. We were
sitting around in my room and I had my feet on my bed so he tickled
my one foot and I worked at holding in my laughter. It then became a
contest/game to see if he could make me laugh and how much I could
take. When he tickled my other foot, I went ballistic, beating my
arm and the bed, but completely unable to pull my foot away. It was
fun.
As I moved from high school into college, my religious views and
convictions created struggles for me as I worked at reconciling my
interest in being tickled by guys with what I felt was right in the
eyes of my church and beliefs. This also created a strong feeling of
embarrassment about tickling. As much as I enjoyed it, I found myself
turning red and changing the subject if anyone even mentioned
tickling among my friends or social circles. I was sure if I joined
in the conversation that everyone would somehow find out that I liked
it and wanted to do it more.
As I look back, the sad part of all this was that the tickling I
achieved was so short-lived. . I knew that somehow there would need to
be more in my life, but I had resigned myself to keeping it inside
and living my life frustrated and alone in my thoughts. I was just
wondering if there might be ticklers out there that would enjoy
watching a muscular, handsome ticklish guy wiggle, squirm, giggle and
moan from his weakness...Ticklish guy4u2002@ yahoo.com My pics can be
seen at Myspace.com/Ticklishaj
If sooo Let me know...
AJ
Just wanted to drop a line to everyone and say Hi. My name is Andy. I
am 43...single. ..6' tall, muscular linebacker build, 185lbs..ocean
blue eyes...dark hair and very very ticklish...hehe I live in the
Chandler area.
Ever since I was a child I remember daydreaming about being tickled. I never told anyone about this, and felt I was the only
person in the whole world who had these unusual thoughts. I have
lots memories of being tickled when I was younger..then it seemed to
start turning me sexually.
I was sitting in the library during a study hall in Junior High with
my friend Tammy sitting across from me. I don't remember exactly how
it started...she was bending down to pick up a pen or something, but
she tickled my ankle and I giggled like crazy. She eventually found a
way to have my foot (shoe on) on the chair next to her...she slipped
off my shoe and sock while she tickled around my ankles and soles and
I quietly laughed, trying to see if I could tough it out. The bell
finally rang, we all left....I thought I was going to crawl out of my
skin
Later, when I was in high school I didn't get tickled often
enough, but I found myself becoming a tad less shy. I remember having
my foot tickled by a classmate who had come over to study. We were
sitting around in my room and I had my feet on my bed so he tickled
my one foot and I worked at holding in my laughter. It then became a
contest/game to see if he could make me laugh and how much I could
take. When he tickled my other foot, I went ballistic, beating my
arm and the bed, but completely unable to pull my foot away. It was
fun.
As I moved from high school into college, my religious views and
convictions created struggles for me as I worked at reconciling my
interest in being tickled by guys with what I felt was right in the
eyes of my church and beliefs. This also created a strong feeling of
embarrassment about tickling. As much as I enjoyed it, I found myself
turning red and changing the subject if anyone even mentioned
tickling among my friends or social circles. I was sure if I joined
in the conversation that everyone would somehow find out that I liked
it and wanted to do it more.
As I look back, the sad part of all this was that the tickling I
achieved was so short-lived. . I knew that somehow there would need to
be more in my life, but I had resigned myself to keeping it inside
and living my life frustrated and alone in my thoughts. I was just
wondering if there might be ticklers out there that would enjoy
watching a muscular, handsome ticklish guy wiggle, squirm, giggle and
moan from his weakness...Ticklish guy4u2002@ yahoo.com My pics can be
seen at Myspace.com/Ticklishaj
If sooo Let me know...
AJ
