Hey, everyone. If anybody reads this and decides to respond, I just wanted to note that I'm somewhat new to these kind of forums; this being my second post in one since I became more aware of my fetish.
Growing up I never considered or gave special interest to tickling, nor had I been exposed to it regularly. Yes, there was that random occasion in which I saw someone tickle a friend, sister, etc., but in my mind it was just friendly messing around. That was until highschool where I saw those scenarios very regularly between my friend and another girl who had physics class with us, specially because at that moment our professor was transfering to another school, so for a week we had a substitute who pretty much gave us the chance to sign the attendance sheet and complete homework from other clases, although you already know we used it to mess around in the classroom.
Anyways, one of those days we were watching a movie, while some watched, others talked and a few decided to sleep. I remember seeing the girl my friend talked to, fast asleep on the desk with her arms covering her head. My friend quietly sat next to her and I noticed he slipped a finger through the sleeve opening and lightly tickled her armpit for about 15 seconds until she started squirming and waking up. They both laughed at each other and she didn't seem to be annoyed.
I don't really know what or how, but watching that made me want to see it or see something similar again. From that moment I stared everytime my friend tickled that girl and couldn't stop thinking about the way she was being tickled, laughing and how it must've felt, not as the lee, but the ler anticipating the tickling he was going to start with. In addition to her being super attractive, which in some way made me fall for her.
This happened during our senior year, it was around a year after graduation I realized about my fetish, and although hard to accept at that moment, with time I became more used to it and really didn't mind it at all. Even though I keep it secret, it is as if it is part of me now.
Two years ago I had an amazing experience and had a sort of tickle session with a female friend of mine which I stayed in contact with since high school. I'll call her Emily.
Well, one day she and some of her friends got together and wanted to have a night of drinking at her house, so she invited me. And although I personally don't drink a lot, I gladly accepted.
It was mostly a fun and full of messing around night where we played card games and laughed at each other. It was around two in the morning when most of the guests decided to leave, only me and another friend of hers remained. I almost left when I saw that Emily still had to pick up all the mess we left behind. I felt bad and volunteered to help her, but she just told us both she was going to clean up tomorrow. Her friend told her she was coming tomorrow to help too, since they both lived pretty close to each other, so she left and it was just the two of us now.
I remember I saw her putting up some of the dishes in the sink and asked again if she wanted me to help. She, half stretching and half yawning told me it was okay and nothing to worry about. I could tell she was a little bit drunk as how she was just goofing around. She sat back down on one of the couches and started to pick up the cards spread all on top of it. I sat next to her to help and told her it was really fun and how we should do it again. She agreed and we both stayed silent for a few seconds. I handed her the cards I picked up so she could put them back in the box.
She turned around and without leaving the couch, she stretched and tried to put the card box on top of a table.
I didn't pay attention to what she was wearing throughout the night, it was only until I saw her bare belly and exposed sides while she was stretching to reach the table, that I noticed she was wearing this cute, somewhat short, red shirt. It only lasted about 5 seconds but it was all I needed, I was already turned on and couldn't help but to think about ways I could tickle her. She turned back and pulled her shirt down. We spent the next 10 minutes having random conversations but I looked for anything I could do to casually tickle her without seeming too desperate.
Luckily we got to the point we started making fun and pestering each other. She lightly pushed me from my shoulders, so I did the same but a little bit harder. She fake-fell backwards while laughing. I guessed if I didn't do anything at that moment, then I'd have to leave soon as it was late. I perfectly remember getting closer to her as she laid there on her side and playfully skittered my fingers on her side and ribs. She giggled and tried to cover her side with her elbow and told me in such a sweet voice: "nooo haha it tickles. I'm ticklish there". I didn't want to stop the tickling then, so I tried again. She still was using her elbow to cover her side and ribs, but I could see her belly, just above her pants, so I lightly traced a finger from side to side. I was surprised that her reaction was not to cover up or slap away my finger, she actually tried not to squirm around and held in her laughter. She was breathing rapidly and eventually lost and started giggling.
She finally asked while giggling: "you're having fun, aren't you?"
I didn't hesitate and teased her about how ticklish she was.
She apparently was enjoying it too and actually mockingly told me how she was not ticklish at all. I didn't know if the fact that she looked a little bit drunk helped to put her in that playful mood or not, but I didn't care so I kept going.
I teased her to prove she was not ticklish and without asking, she placed her arms above her head and told me again she was not. Her already rolled up shirt rolled up even more and her soft and cute belly was all exposed about 2 inches above her bellybutton.
"You won't last 10 seconds" I teased her as I started to scribble on her tummy and sides. She was breathing fast and holding in laughter as her belly spasmed uncontrollably.
I could tell she was about to break so I stopped and moved to her armpits. Her shirt had pretty short sleeves so it was easy to move in my fingers through the opening. She tensed super hard while murmuring "no" and couldn't handle the tickling sensation, so she brought her arms down really fast.
"Okay! Hahaha I'm ticklish, you win" she told me as she admitted defeat.
She was just a really close friend of mine, never had considered the possibility or liking her, but during the tickling we got so close to each other and when I stopped tickling her I stayed next to her rubbing her tummy. It got a little bit awkward at the end and she reminded me it was later and should probably go to bed.
I agreed and let her loose.
After that we had a couple of awkward/funny moments remembering the tickling, but aside from that nothing changed and we're still good friends, although I'd wish I could have enough courage to ask for another scenario like that one.
I loved that night. Since that day I've had a few great tickling experiences with couples and friends.
Growing up I never considered or gave special interest to tickling, nor had I been exposed to it regularly. Yes, there was that random occasion in which I saw someone tickle a friend, sister, etc., but in my mind it was just friendly messing around. That was until highschool where I saw those scenarios very regularly between my friend and another girl who had physics class with us, specially because at that moment our professor was transfering to another school, so for a week we had a substitute who pretty much gave us the chance to sign the attendance sheet and complete homework from other clases, although you already know we used it to mess around in the classroom.
Anyways, one of those days we were watching a movie, while some watched, others talked and a few decided to sleep. I remember seeing the girl my friend talked to, fast asleep on the desk with her arms covering her head. My friend quietly sat next to her and I noticed he slipped a finger through the sleeve opening and lightly tickled her armpit for about 15 seconds until she started squirming and waking up. They both laughed at each other and she didn't seem to be annoyed.
I don't really know what or how, but watching that made me want to see it or see something similar again. From that moment I stared everytime my friend tickled that girl and couldn't stop thinking about the way she was being tickled, laughing and how it must've felt, not as the lee, but the ler anticipating the tickling he was going to start with. In addition to her being super attractive, which in some way made me fall for her.
This happened during our senior year, it was around a year after graduation I realized about my fetish, and although hard to accept at that moment, with time I became more used to it and really didn't mind it at all. Even though I keep it secret, it is as if it is part of me now.
Two years ago I had an amazing experience and had a sort of tickle session with a female friend of mine which I stayed in contact with since high school. I'll call her Emily.
Well, one day she and some of her friends got together and wanted to have a night of drinking at her house, so she invited me. And although I personally don't drink a lot, I gladly accepted.
It was mostly a fun and full of messing around night where we played card games and laughed at each other. It was around two in the morning when most of the guests decided to leave, only me and another friend of hers remained. I almost left when I saw that Emily still had to pick up all the mess we left behind. I felt bad and volunteered to help her, but she just told us both she was going to clean up tomorrow. Her friend told her she was coming tomorrow to help too, since they both lived pretty close to each other, so she left and it was just the two of us now.
I remember I saw her putting up some of the dishes in the sink and asked again if she wanted me to help. She, half stretching and half yawning told me it was okay and nothing to worry about. I could tell she was a little bit drunk as how she was just goofing around. She sat back down on one of the couches and started to pick up the cards spread all on top of it. I sat next to her to help and told her it was really fun and how we should do it again. She agreed and we both stayed silent for a few seconds. I handed her the cards I picked up so she could put them back in the box.
She turned around and without leaving the couch, she stretched and tried to put the card box on top of a table.
I didn't pay attention to what she was wearing throughout the night, it was only until I saw her bare belly and exposed sides while she was stretching to reach the table, that I noticed she was wearing this cute, somewhat short, red shirt. It only lasted about 5 seconds but it was all I needed, I was already turned on and couldn't help but to think about ways I could tickle her. She turned back and pulled her shirt down. We spent the next 10 minutes having random conversations but I looked for anything I could do to casually tickle her without seeming too desperate.
Luckily we got to the point we started making fun and pestering each other. She lightly pushed me from my shoulders, so I did the same but a little bit harder. She fake-fell backwards while laughing. I guessed if I didn't do anything at that moment, then I'd have to leave soon as it was late. I perfectly remember getting closer to her as she laid there on her side and playfully skittered my fingers on her side and ribs. She giggled and tried to cover her side with her elbow and told me in such a sweet voice: "nooo haha it tickles. I'm ticklish there". I didn't want to stop the tickling then, so I tried again. She still was using her elbow to cover her side and ribs, but I could see her belly, just above her pants, so I lightly traced a finger from side to side. I was surprised that her reaction was not to cover up or slap away my finger, she actually tried not to squirm around and held in her laughter. She was breathing rapidly and eventually lost and started giggling.
She finally asked while giggling: "you're having fun, aren't you?"
I didn't hesitate and teased her about how ticklish she was.
She apparently was enjoying it too and actually mockingly told me how she was not ticklish at all. I didn't know if the fact that she looked a little bit drunk helped to put her in that playful mood or not, but I didn't care so I kept going.
I teased her to prove she was not ticklish and without asking, she placed her arms above her head and told me again she was not. Her already rolled up shirt rolled up even more and her soft and cute belly was all exposed about 2 inches above her bellybutton.
"You won't last 10 seconds" I teased her as I started to scribble on her tummy and sides. She was breathing fast and holding in laughter as her belly spasmed uncontrollably.
I could tell she was about to break so I stopped and moved to her armpits. Her shirt had pretty short sleeves so it was easy to move in my fingers through the opening. She tensed super hard while murmuring "no" and couldn't handle the tickling sensation, so she brought her arms down really fast.
"Okay! Hahaha I'm ticklish, you win" she told me as she admitted defeat.
She was just a really close friend of mine, never had considered the possibility or liking her, but during the tickling we got so close to each other and when I stopped tickling her I stayed next to her rubbing her tummy. It got a little bit awkward at the end and she reminded me it was later and should probably go to bed.
I agreed and let her loose.
After that we had a couple of awkward/funny moments remembering the tickling, but aside from that nothing changed and we're still good friends, although I'd wish I could have enough courage to ask for another scenario like that one.
I loved that night. Since that day I've had a few great tickling experiences with couples and friends.
