So I'm talking/dating this psychologist guy named Daniel, He's about 27 and pretty hilarous. So Freud and I went on a few dates and the last time I saw him, St. Patrick's Day, I ended up watching a movie at his house. Some shitty horror flick "Joshua" and then we watched "Fun with Dick and Jane," which has a good, albeit short, tickling scene. So I'm laying on my stomach on his bed and he's laying the same way next to me, in front of the TV. All of a sudden, I feel a light poking on my left side, but I had a hoodie on, so it didn't do much. He kept poking and I said, "You fail." So he grabs my side and I immediately curl up into a ball, grinning, barely stifling the giggles playing at the back of my throat and he does the whole "Ah ha! I own you," thing. Well, as much of a 'lee as I am, the thought of someone "owning me" doesn't sit well with me, so I said "What? You don't own me." By now I had uncurled myself and was back in my original position and so he goes for my side again, with the same results.
"See? Definite ownage."
So I scowled/grinned and we continued to watch the rest of the move. When it was over, we were both pretty relieved. I could tell he'd been waiting for those final credits to roll because as soon as they did he practically jumped on me. He dug into my sides, ribs, stomach, and when I tried to roll over and curl up into a ball again, he got my neck, which is widely known to be my most ticklish spot. All the while he's saying things like "There's a good spot." and "I just love tickling you. I can't stop," and all the while I'm just squealing and laughing.
I ended up spending the night since I had gotten pretty drunk and it had gotten pretty late. The next day while we were watching TV in his room before going out to breakfast, I remembered I fell asleep with my ID in my back pocket, but it wasn't there when I woke up. I figured it must've fallen out while I was asleep and so I went under the blanket to find it. I found it and put it back in my pocket, but he noticed and said "What the hell are you doing?" I told him and said I had to find it before he saw it because of course everyone's ID picture is insanely horrific. Including mine. He then told me that I shouldn't have said that, because now he had to see it. Thus, a wrestling match ensued and I had him for a second, but his upperbody strength beat mine pretty good. However, I still wasn't going to let him see it. I mean, this picture is painful to look at. So he grabs a foot. Now, I'm not very ticklish on my feet, or so I thought... They're a weird place I guess, and when he started on them I was pretty surprised at the sensations it caused. I tried to kick him away, but he had it in one of those armlock thingies. I finally pulled it out of his grasp, but then he jumps on me and gets my neck. I give in, he sees it, does the whole... "It's...not bad...really..." thing, and that was that.
Pretty fun overall. I bit him pretty bad sometime during the course of the whole thing. It turned green. Ironic, since it was St. Patrick's Day, but it's not like I planned it... really...
And later that day he somehow figured out that I like to be submissive. Hmm.. I wonder how he came to that conclusion... It's probably because I'm so dominant in my personality. And, of course, he is a psychologist. Anyway, he asked me if I was into bondage and I said I'd never tried it but why not? So I'm hoping maybe in the near future, Freud and I get to test some of these things out 😀