PianoTickler3
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Hello! Long time; First Time.
By which I mean that I've been a long-time fan of the True Tickling Stories section of the TMF, and a life-long tickle fetishist, yet I've never contributed to the True Stories section myself. I have too many stories to keep myself from contributing any more.
Still in quarantine, and just slightly too drunk to keep myself from posting this, I'd like to write a story of my first date with an ex-girlfriend.
When we met, I was 23, and she was 32. We were in one of my favorite bars. I've always had a bit of a thing for attractive older women. She, forced to skip her twenties by various hardships, found my boyish drunken charm equally attractive. What should have been a one-night stand became us exchanging phone numbers in the morning.
Let's skip ahead a bit. Later, I asked her out to an adult arcade. She accepted.
For Americans, think Dave and Busters. For anyone else (including us), just imagine an arcade with beer and bowling and cabinet video games.
There are quite a few games that consist of plastic guns shot at a screen.
When she lost first, I'd graciously [insert coin], so she could try again. When I lost first, we played my game.
Now, unbeknownst to me, she really liked BDSM, and sensory play in particular. And unbeknownst to her, I really liked tickling.
So, the first time I lost, I convinced her that this was a game that I had just invented: you, my date, kill as many Area 51 enemies as you possibly can. For fun, I'm going to tickle the shit out of your ribs to screw you up.
She held out for quite a while every time. She wanted to. She never wanted a reversal.
This continued all night.
We played Area 51 again.
"HAHA Oh my GOD! This tickles SOHOHO MUCH!"
"You're still alive! You're the only one left to save us!"
She died.
We played Wheel of Fortune.
"It's apple pie!"
"HAHAHAHA NOOOOOHOHOHOO!"
"Yes it is! Just type it in!"
"HAHAHAII CAN'T!"
We played a jet fighter game.
It had a canopy that hid us from nearby people. No need to worry about that, officer.
We lost the games; I made sure of it. But we won each other. Very similar kinks, very similar personalities. We dated for almost a year. We taught each other a lot, and we had lots of fun.
By which I mean that I've been a long-time fan of the True Tickling Stories section of the TMF, and a life-long tickle fetishist, yet I've never contributed to the True Stories section myself. I have too many stories to keep myself from contributing any more.
Still in quarantine, and just slightly too drunk to keep myself from posting this, I'd like to write a story of my first date with an ex-girlfriend.
When we met, I was 23, and she was 32. We were in one of my favorite bars. I've always had a bit of a thing for attractive older women. She, forced to skip her twenties by various hardships, found my boyish drunken charm equally attractive. What should have been a one-night stand became us exchanging phone numbers in the morning.
Let's skip ahead a bit. Later, I asked her out to an adult arcade. She accepted.
For Americans, think Dave and Busters. For anyone else (including us), just imagine an arcade with beer and bowling and cabinet video games.
There are quite a few games that consist of plastic guns shot at a screen.
When she lost first, I'd graciously [insert coin], so she could try again. When I lost first, we played my game.
Now, unbeknownst to me, she really liked BDSM, and sensory play in particular. And unbeknownst to her, I really liked tickling.
So, the first time I lost, I convinced her that this was a game that I had just invented: you, my date, kill as many Area 51 enemies as you possibly can. For fun, I'm going to tickle the shit out of your ribs to screw you up.
She held out for quite a while every time. She wanted to. She never wanted a reversal.
This continued all night.
We played Area 51 again.
"HAHA Oh my GOD! This tickles SOHOHO MUCH!"
"You're still alive! You're the only one left to save us!"
She died.
We played Wheel of Fortune.
"It's apple pie!"
"HAHAHAHA NOOOOOHOHOHOO!"
"Yes it is! Just type it in!"
"HAHAHAII CAN'T!"
We played a jet fighter game.
It had a canopy that hid us from nearby people. No need to worry about that, officer.
We lost the games; I made sure of it. But we won each other. Very similar kinks, very similar personalities. We dated for almost a year. We taught each other a lot, and we had lots of fun.
