TickleCrazy
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ler4life's thread "my dilemma" got me curious. I have had some great tickling experiences which I have been enjoying writing about on TMF. But up until last week I'd never told anyone that I actually have an erotic tickle fetish. I want stories from ticklephiles out there who have come clean with your partner. How did you do it? What prompted you to do it when you did? What was the result, good or bad? (If this thread has already been done, please direct me to it)
Here's my story: I could have kept my fetish a secret forever, but... (1) An e-mail "marketing partner" shared my address with porn spammers but I hadn't done anything to attract it. So with my computer already defiled I could go click around on unseemly sites, cover my tracks and not care about any future porn spam. It was inspiring. I was blown away by the amount and quality of free tickling stories and images. For days I did nothing but read and, well, you know 🙂 (2) Having reached a certain age, I realized that life is short. How sad that I might never physically experience what fuels my inner sexuality! My burning desire and aching need would no longer be squelched. I found myself preoccupied with imagining ways to have a real erotic tickling experience.
At first I felt unable to share this with my husband. In my desperation I considered going outside our marriage. But our relationship is one of love, strength and duration and I would never in reality be unfaithful. So I waited, feeling like a cat in heat, for an opportunity to broach the subject with him. All the mental rehearsing of what I was going to say turned out wasted. I didn't use any of the lines I had planned. There my honey was, napping on the couch wearing only briefs. I sat beside him on the edge of the couch and ran my fingernails lightly over the fabric, behind the bulge and down along his inner thighs, bringing him to attention. Then I lowered the briefs... He awoke to my gentle erotic tickling saying how good it felt.
After he was "done" I told him how I wanted to have a similar experience, only much more intense. He saw how hot I was and joked that I'd been replaced by a "pod person." He wanted to know how long I've wanted this. He was upset to realize that he hadn't been thoroughly satisfying me like he'd thought. He was hurt that I hadn't trusted him. I explained my shame and fear of ridicule and rejection, and apologized that I hadn't been honest all these years. My heart pounded while he processed this for a while. Then he decided that although BD has never ranked high on his list of turn-ons he would try it for me. He really is a great guy.
Well, that first night was unforgettable. He's certainly no top but he's learning what I like. We both have a lot of exploring to do. Now my honey holds the key to what makes me wild. And when I'm wild he reaps the benefits. And that's the way it ought to be. Finally!
Here's my story: I could have kept my fetish a secret forever, but... (1) An e-mail "marketing partner" shared my address with porn spammers but I hadn't done anything to attract it. So with my computer already defiled I could go click around on unseemly sites, cover my tracks and not care about any future porn spam. It was inspiring. I was blown away by the amount and quality of free tickling stories and images. For days I did nothing but read and, well, you know 🙂 (2) Having reached a certain age, I realized that life is short. How sad that I might never physically experience what fuels my inner sexuality! My burning desire and aching need would no longer be squelched. I found myself preoccupied with imagining ways to have a real erotic tickling experience.
At first I felt unable to share this with my husband. In my desperation I considered going outside our marriage. But our relationship is one of love, strength and duration and I would never in reality be unfaithful. So I waited, feeling like a cat in heat, for an opportunity to broach the subject with him. All the mental rehearsing of what I was going to say turned out wasted. I didn't use any of the lines I had planned. There my honey was, napping on the couch wearing only briefs. I sat beside him on the edge of the couch and ran my fingernails lightly over the fabric, behind the bulge and down along his inner thighs, bringing him to attention. Then I lowered the briefs... He awoke to my gentle erotic tickling saying how good it felt.
After he was "done" I told him how I wanted to have a similar experience, only much more intense. He saw how hot I was and joked that I'd been replaced by a "pod person." He wanted to know how long I've wanted this. He was upset to realize that he hadn't been thoroughly satisfying me like he'd thought. He was hurt that I hadn't trusted him. I explained my shame and fear of ridicule and rejection, and apologized that I hadn't been honest all these years. My heart pounded while he processed this for a while. Then he decided that although BD has never ranked high on his list of turn-ons he would try it for me. He really is a great guy.
Well, that first night was unforgettable. He's certainly no top but he's learning what I like. We both have a lot of exploring to do. Now my honey holds the key to what makes me wild. And when I'm wild he reaps the benefits. And that's the way it ought to be. Finally!
