Grad,
I'm chiming in to agree with Terorizer 2: Judgement Day and Mr. DeViaNCy. If tickling is your fetish, and you're sneaking off away from your lover to tickle someone else... well, just think about it. I don't need to spell it out for you because it practically already is. Just, please, do yourself a favor and don't attempt to filibuster your sense of Right. When you move too fast down the corridors of your mind, zooming past thoughts so they become blurs, screeching around corners and trying to lose the guilt that chasing you, the little you in your mind is just going to get lost, the track you raced along irrational and possibly self-destructive.
Me, I've tickled plenty. And often. And oftentimes, it was plenty. And plenty of times, it was quite often.
But last year I fell in love. And that die-hard, almost single-minded tickler inside me stopped tickling other women. Let's face it, tickling a woman, causing her to laugh from her ticklishness, is quite the stimulation to us ticklers. And prolonging the tickling of a woman, so that her ticklishness heightens, and her laughter rises to new levels, is so wildly exciting it can rival sex. Hell, it IS sex. Tickling another woman while my honey was home waiting for me would have been cheating. After decades of tickling all the ticklish cute girls I could, once I fell in love I wanted to tickle only one.
Okay, I wasn't well during that time. The girl I fell for, it turned out, lives with a perpetual identity crisis -- she swings from guy to guy like they're vines in a jungle, never stopping to walk on her own. And she camoflages herself into each guy's life, presenting the illusion that she is his perfect fantasy. For a time. Then she bails. To complete the picture, add her own personal madonna/***** complex (like a monkey on her back), and you've got it. I say I wasn't well because I chose this girl to give my heart to, and she was a dungeon worker.
Early in the relationship, as we were still frolicking in our newness, we made a plan to do a tickling session with another girl at the dungeon. Together. We would both tickle the girl, and then I would tickle both of them. Before the plan went down, though, my honey realized, "I don't want to see you tickle someone else! I don't want you to tickle anyone but me!" And that felt right to me. In return, even though she was prostituting herself every day at her work (Good God, what the hell was I thinking?), she rejected all requests for tickling sessions, saving those for me and me alone. (Now that she's transitioned from living with me to living with another guy, she accepts tickling session requests, and rejects all those for foot fetish. You see, her new guy likes feet.)
Love vs. tickling. The whole time I lived and loved with dungeongirl, she adamantly insisted her dungeonwork was not sexual. "Are you crazy?" I'd ask. "How can you say that?" But she would look in my eyes and insist over and over that it just wasn't sexual. This confused the hell out of me, but I optimistically (naively) trusted her -- I wanted us to work out and she declared again and again that she was on the verge of leaving that line of work anyway. Later, when we split, she told me she's always going to work in the sex industry. "Sex industry? Didn't you used to say that it wasn't sexual?" She looked at me with it's-over resolution and said, "It's sexual."
Grad, just realize and admit that "it's sexual" before you act. No trying to lose the guilt by running through a mental stoplight. If you wouldn't feel right tickling a woman in front of your honey, then don't tickle a woman. Unless you're a gambling man and like to play karma-craps. I tell you this not to be pedantic (or tiresome, if you've heard my tale before), but to help. To clarify. To reality-check. You requested in your original post "Words? Opinions?" so I gave you some.
Now then, if you don't mind, I'll come down off this cross so someone else can use the wood.
Yours,
Boomtown and the Heartaches
