My earliest tickling memory was from when I was around 5 years old. It was just a brief tickle on my feet from a babysitter. When she didn't tickle me a second time, I asked her, "Aren't you going to do it again?" I think because this was a sign I liked it, maybe it made her feel uncomfortable, because she didn't do it again. A disappointment to be sure. My love for tickling didn't start with that experience--I already liked it at that point. It's just the earliest memory I have of a time when I know I liked tickling. I still have no idea where it came from.
So, I was first a lee. I can't remember a time when I haven't enjoyed being tickled. But as an adult I've had some tickling experiences that have brought out the ler in me. So now I love both. I think I will always be more a lee, since that is the way it started for me. But a woman in my company who wants to be tickled will not lack for attention from my very capable tickling fingers.
I'm very proud of a particular tickling experience where I was having my way with a woman's armpits. She was semi-trapped with her back against the wall, sitting on the floor. I kept tickling and tickling, and finally she said I had to stop because it was too much. Once I stopped and she got her breathe back, she said, panting, that she had never in the past wanted the tickling to stop, but that this had been unbearable and she couldn't take it. A bit of a feather in my cap.
I can't possibly think of everything I want to say about a lifetime of loving tickling. Inevitably I will have "poster's regret" because of something I forgot to say or didn't say the way I wanted. So I'm not even going to try. If you would like to know more, you'll just have to get in touch with me. Send me a PM if you don't want to say it here. I treat PM's as exactly that, private. So anything you want to ask or share won't get blabbed around. Promise.
At present I'm 41, male, living in Tennessee.
(the male part isn't going to change by the way)
So, I was first a lee. I can't remember a time when I haven't enjoyed being tickled. But as an adult I've had some tickling experiences that have brought out the ler in me. So now I love both. I think I will always be more a lee, since that is the way it started for me. But a woman in my company who wants to be tickled will not lack for attention from my very capable tickling fingers.
I'm very proud of a particular tickling experience where I was having my way with a woman's armpits. She was semi-trapped with her back against the wall, sitting on the floor. I kept tickling and tickling, and finally she said I had to stop because it was too much. Once I stopped and she got her breathe back, she said, panting, that she had never in the past wanted the tickling to stop, but that this had been unbearable and she couldn't take it. A bit of a feather in my cap.
I can't possibly think of everything I want to say about a lifetime of loving tickling. Inevitably I will have "poster's regret" because of something I forgot to say or didn't say the way I wanted. So I'm not even going to try. If you would like to know more, you'll just have to get in touch with me. Send me a PM if you don't want to say it here. I treat PM's as exactly that, private. So anything you want to ask or share won't get blabbed around. Promise.
At present I'm 41, male, living in Tennessee.
(the male part isn't going to change by the way)
