My First Time (FM Tickle)
(Note: This is a partial repost of my own first true-life experience with fm tickling. As background, I had grown up in a strict Catholic orphanage near Ban Vinai, Thailand. I had just turned 18 and moved to Krung Thep, where I had seen my first fm wrestling match, in which there was trampling. The following event may explain, in part, why I often connect the two in my mind. I hope it doesn't creep anyone out!)
There was a boy named Tranh, about 18, who lived in the same apartment house as I in Krung Thep. He was the typical cute Asian boy, reed thin with a mop of black hair, brown eyes, and warm golden skin with a hairless chest. He was sort of like my big brother, and I wanted to tell him about the wrestling match.
"You won't believe what I saw the other night," I mentioned one day. "I saw a girl wrestle with a guy, and the girl won!"
"Must have been a pretty wimpy guy," he answered, grinning widely. "I wouldn't let a girl beat me in wrestling."
"Why couldn't a girl win?" I asked. One thing led to another, and we agreed to meet later that night at my place for a "challenge match."
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I made sure to dress right for this event, choosing a pair of tight athletic shorts and a form-fitting leotard top. My legs and feet were bare; I must have spent 1/2 an hour on my nail polish so that my feet would be perfect! I had my long hair loose and I wore a ton of eye makeup. Tranh showed up in American blue jeans and a button-down shirt. I told him he would need to wear something looser fitting, so he proceeded to take it all off down to his boxers!
I was really nervous and had drank a whole glass of wine to steady myself, but seeing Tranh almost naked made me so excited that my hands started to shake and my mouth went dry.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," he told me, laughing. I suddenly swept my foot behind his ankle and held onto his shoulders as he fell backwards onto the air mattress we were using as a mat. I fell on top of him and tried to sit on his chest, but he just flicked me off and rolled atop me, sweeping me into a bear hug. I had never been so close to a boy before! He pressed his hips into mine, and I felt his "thing" bulging against me.
I snapped his waistband, which made him reach back for a moment. I was able to roll so he was on his back with me on top. I needed to cheat in order to win, so I started to slowly and lightly tickle his waist with my free hand. He started to laugh, and I gently ran my fingertips up his side, across his ribs, up to his underarm. That was the spot!
Tranh could do nothing but laugh helplessly as I poked and probed his most sensitive places with my teasing fingertips. I was able to get up to a sitting position on his bare chest, enjoying the feel of his warm skin against my bare thighs. He knew that he had been beaten, by a tiny cute girl, no less!
He was still breathing hard as I slowly got up. I was feeling dizzy from the wine and the excitement, so I reached out and leaned my hand against the wall. Tranh was still on his back on the mattress, between me and the wall. It took me a second or two to gather my courage ... I didn't want to seem too eager, but I finally raised my small foot and gingerly placed it on Tranh's still-panting stomach. My heart felt like it might burst right out of my chest! His tummy felt so soft and warm under my foot. I felt his muscles tighten, and he laughed and said "Your foot is so cold." ...
(The rest of the story was trampling, so I did not post it here. If you want to read it, it's at
http://groups.msn.com/wildcatvaleriescathouse as "Valerie's First Mixed Match.")
