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well.....
this probably isn't what you mean, shy girl, but this is what I can offer on the topic from my experiences...
I prefer light, gentle, playful, almost massage like tickling, and I have had many many willing participants over the years, most of whom were very close female friends, who I would consider I "loved" and who "loved" me as well. I'm not talking about romantic love, but I'm referring to love that is built on trust, understanding, and genuinely "knowing" the other person, close friendship love. The vast majority of these tickling sessions never turned overtly sexual, althought to many onlookers who did not know us it would have looked much like foreplay. This was only possible because of the extreme closeness, of trust, and of explicit or implied boundaries. What started with foot massages sometimes evolved over time to me sleeping over and tickling them to sleep in bra and panties, while we talked deep into the night, usually about very personal issues. There has to be some kind of love involved to establish such a relationship in my opinion, and this was just a physical, although not sexual display of that love.
I guess what I am trying to say is that in order to establish a tickling relationship, sexual or otherwise, one must build on the same foundations as one building love...... trust, friendship, understanding, communication, honesty, boundaries, etc...... thats just my take on it.
Hope this at least somewhat addresses your question, shygirl.
this probably isn't what you mean, shy girl, but this is what I can offer on the topic from my experiences...
I prefer light, gentle, playful, almost massage like tickling, and I have had many many willing participants over the years, most of whom were very close female friends, who I would consider I "loved" and who "loved" me as well. I'm not talking about romantic love, but I'm referring to love that is built on trust, understanding, and genuinely "knowing" the other person, close friendship love. The vast majority of these tickling sessions never turned overtly sexual, althought to many onlookers who did not know us it would have looked much like foreplay. This was only possible because of the extreme closeness, of trust, and of explicit or implied boundaries. What started with foot massages sometimes evolved over time to me sleeping over and tickling them to sleep in bra and panties, while we talked deep into the night, usually about very personal issues. There has to be some kind of love involved to establish such a relationship in my opinion, and this was just a physical, although not sexual display of that love.
I guess what I am trying to say is that in order to establish a tickling relationship, sexual or otherwise, one must build on the same foundations as one building love...... trust, friendship, understanding, communication, honesty, boundaries, etc...... thats just my take on it.
Hope this at least somewhat addresses your question, shygirl.
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Well , ShyGirl, that all depends on the two friends involved.
The tickling could have been the spark that set other things within them into a raging fire of passion which in turn led to them connecting on other levels they never dreamed of occuring.
Sometimes the best relationships start out as mere innocense and all of a sudden out of nowhere, BAM! Next thing you know, it's Love.
Destiny plays a role in everything as does Fate.
Everything happens for a reason and the ends justify the means.
True loves has no bounds(so to speak) and cannot be "FENCED IN"😉 😀
If you feel it. Embrace it. Never let it go.
TTD
The tickling could have been the spark that set other things within them into a raging fire of passion which in turn led to them connecting on other levels they never dreamed of occuring.
Sometimes the best relationships start out as mere innocense and all of a sudden out of nowhere, BAM! Next thing you know, it's Love.
Destiny plays a role in everything as does Fate.
Everything happens for a reason and the ends justify the means.
True loves has no bounds(so to speak) and cannot be "FENCED IN"😉 😀
If you feel it. Embrace it. Never let it go.
TTD
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No actually...I just love to tickle and tickle the one I love!😀
What a sweet question! 🙂 Here's a little personal story...actually, tickling kind of formed part of the basis for my current relationship. My boyfriend and I were friends for about two years before we started dating, and I always tried to stay detached from him...there was an attraction there that I didn't share at the time, so I stayed kind of distant. But when it started becoming obvious that there was something more than friendship there, I started trusting him more, and that trust often manifested in allowing (or even instigating!) tickle attacks from him. He was the first and only one I've ever been able to tell about my...special interest in it, and...well, since we've been together, he's been *very* accommodating about it. 
So...to make a long answer short, love and trust and tickling all seem to go hand in hand sometimes, at least to me.
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So...to make a long answer short, love and trust and tickling all seem to go hand in hand sometimes, at least to me.~Calliope
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Oh, love...
I will have to say that none of my relationships have started solely on the basis of tickling. Tickling has always been part of my personality and a way of me to interact with people. The same way I use hugs and kisses.
I have had very close friendships with women who would enjoy tickling as part of the relationship. However, it never became anything sexual. It was always based on trust and love, like Slappy McGee explains.
With my significant other, tickling is slowly becoming part of the way we "talk" to each other. Especially during love making. She used to hate it, but now she seems to understand the way I see tickling and is starting to use as part of foreplay and, most importantly, to enjoy it.
From my personal experience, tickling is always part of the love that I feel for other people, whether they are friends, family or lovers.
Bye,
Knight Tickler
I will have to say that none of my relationships have started solely on the basis of tickling. Tickling has always been part of my personality and a way of me to interact with people. The same way I use hugs and kisses.
I have had very close friendships with women who would enjoy tickling as part of the relationship. However, it never became anything sexual. It was always based on trust and love, like Slappy McGee explains.
With my significant other, tickling is slowly becoming part of the way we "talk" to each other. Especially during love making. She used to hate it, but now she seems to understand the way I see tickling and is starting to use as part of foreplay and, most importantly, to enjoy it.
From my personal experience, tickling is always part of the love that I feel for other people, whether they are friends, family or lovers.
Bye,
Knight Tickler
My Freshman year of high school, I was in art class and I didn't know anyone within the period. My Freshman year was very confused and I was prone to depression a lot. One day, someone asked the art club to make a banner for them, probably track team, I should remember seeing how that was four years ago. Anywho, I show up after school to help. They have this very large sheet, with which we would make the banner, spread across the gym floor. Low and behold 
, all the pretty girls from art are there, barefoot dipping their feet into paint. Needless to say, I was a bit more than happy I volunteered, yet even though a semester had passed, I still had no friends in the class. Everyone was older than I and I was to shy to approach anyone. So I was just happy to be around these girls. We worked for about two hours, we put foot tracks on the banner, wrote all sorts of things on it, and were working on drawing the school mascot. Mind you, this thing is huge. Then another girl showed up, delayed because of volley ball practice, or try-outs, my memory fails me, and she seems quite dismayed that she won't be able to leave her print for we had already returned the trays to the art storage. She was this tall Sophomore, really gorgeous with sandy blonde hair and sparkling green eyes 
. I didn't know her, though I thought she was absolutely enchanting. Now, I'm 1/8 Japanese, 1/8 Irish, 1/4 French, and 1/2 Italian, so my Italian blood had the final say in everything I did, and it would not allow me to ignore this allure any longer. I walked up to her and offered to paint her feet. She was really friendly, which later made me kick myself for not approaching her much earlier, and without hesitation jumped to the floor and pulled of her sneakers and socks 😱. I took her ankle and lightly painted her feet, she laughed out 
and demanded that I paint a bit harder, but then again she wasn't in much position to demand anything and I could tell she was having fun. So for the rest of the day and into the evening we worked as partners. She offered me a ride home, which I greatfully accepted, but soon I noticed she wasn't listening to my directions. She took me to the local park, where my door was suddenly opened and four hands yanked me out of the car. She took sweet and precious revenge on me 
with three others, who they were I never knew. The ride home was interesting, though I couldn't very well tickle her lest we both die in a car crash. Needless to say, I pursued that girl and she was my first girl friend 
. Our relationship was based on tickling very much so. When she graduated we broke up, not on bad basis though. We both agreed it wouldn't be fair to the world or ourselves to see what else there was. I miss her a lot now 
that I think about it, but I'm happy to have made those memories. These smilies make stories so much fun.
, all the pretty girls from art are there, barefoot dipping their feet into paint. Needless to say, I was a bit more than happy I volunteered, yet even though a semester had passed, I still had no friends in the class. Everyone was older than I and I was to shy to approach anyone. So I was just happy to be around these girls. We worked for about two hours, we put foot tracks on the banner, wrote all sorts of things on it, and were working on drawing the school mascot. Mind you, this thing is huge. Then another girl showed up, delayed because of volley ball practice, or try-outs, my memory fails me, and she seems quite dismayed that she won't be able to leave her print for we had already returned the trays to the art storage. She was this tall Sophomore, really gorgeous with sandy blonde hair and sparkling green eyes . I didn't know her, though I thought she was absolutely enchanting. Now, I'm 1/8 Japanese, 1/8 Irish, 1/4 French, and 1/2 Italian, so my Italian blood had the final say in everything I did, and it would not allow me to ignore this allure any longer. I walked up to her and offered to paint her feet. She was really friendly, which later made me kick myself for not approaching her much earlier, and without hesitation jumped to the floor and pulled of her sneakers and socks 😱. I took her ankle and lightly painted her feet, she laughed out and demanded that I paint a bit harder, but then again she wasn't in much position to demand anything and I could tell she was having fun. So for the rest of the day and into the evening we worked as partners. She offered me a ride home, which I greatfully accepted, but soon I noticed she wasn't listening to my directions. She took me to the local park, where my door was suddenly opened and four hands yanked me out of the car. She took sweet and precious revenge on me with three others, who they were I never knew. The ride home was interesting, though I couldn't very well tickle her lest we both die in a car crash. Needless to say, I pursued that girl and she was my first girl friend . Our relationship was based on tickling very much so. When she graduated we broke up, not on bad basis though. We both agreed it wouldn't be fair to the world or ourselves to see what else there was. I miss her a lot now that I think about it, but I'm happy to have made those memories. These smilies make stories so much fun.Boomtown13
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Shy Girl! What a doll you are for posting the post with the very best subject heading I've ever seen on this forum!
Tickling and Love.
Who can shake a stick at that phrase? Caught my attention immediately.
May I regale you with a few happy stories and one cautionary tale? I've got some experience. I'm 31, and that's a lot in dog years.
Back in the '70's I was 5 years old. It's true. My next door neighbor was also 5 years old, and her name is Karen. We played together every day, and my favorite game was Doctor. I kid you not, I tell no lie, I utter not a fabrication -- as painfully cliched as it is, I played Doctor. With Karen. One of us would lie on the couch, and the other would come into the room as a doctor and inspect the patient. The thing about our version is that the doctor would perform the cliched inspection, and THEN say "Now I'm going to send in Dr. Tickle." Then whoever was doctor would leave the room for a second and come back in as Dr. Tickle.
And you know what Dr. Tickle would do.
Did this lead to love? The puppiest of puppy love. Karen, when we were each 5 years old (not too much in dog years), became the first girl I ever kissed, and I subsequently developed the biggest crush on her that lasted throughout all of elementary school.
Okay, a little too pre-teen for you? Let's move on.
At 15, I was assistant director for our school play in a New England high school drama competition. It was the last round, and the finalists were all performing in a large theater in Boston. There were pull-enty of boys and girls there that I didn't know. One particular girl met my gaze way across the auditorium as the lights went down before one of the shows. Five minutes into the show, she was walking up the aisle and taking the seat behind me. "My friend keeps embarrassing me, I'm just gonna sit here!" she muttered to no one so that I could hear, as she sat down.
Oh, I remember this as though it were just last week.
Mere minutes after she sat behind me, her teenaged, nyloned foot appeared on my armrest. As though I had just stepped into a dream. I don't remember ANYTHING about the play that was running onstage. I spent that entire 40 minutes lightly tickling this girl's foot. At least, I started light. She would wiggle it around slowly, and I'd persistently tickle, then she'd start flexing and balling her toes, and I'd persistently tickle, then her whole leg would start vibrating with laughter and I'd hear it in her breath behind me. Then I'd take a break and massage a bit. She played with the back of my hair at those times. But then I'd start tickling again, always beginning with fingertips lightly pressing the nylon against her arch. And she never pulled her foot away.
When the lights came back up, we went out and got lunch together. Before we were served the food, we had appetizers of each other. We made out in the public of the Boston sandwich shop as though there were no one else in the world but us. I've felt such intoxicating animal attraction like that only a few times in my dog-yeared life. Back in that darkened auditorium, the combination of my tickle-power over her and the way she'd stroke my hair when I'd let her rest created such chemistry and magnetism that, if we hadn't been so immature and unripe, love COULD have been sparked. She and I dated for several months. But, again, I was 15.
I know this is getting to sound like a Sinatra song, but stay with me. This topic merits a long post. Chrissakes, is there anything more important to any of us here than the combination of love and tickling?! I think I'll speak for all of us and say 'No!'
At 18, I was over a new friend's house watching a movie. I didn't know him that well yet, and his own group of friends not at all. One of them was a girl named Heidi. There were a crowd of us watching the movie. I had a couch position. Heidi came in late and took a floor position. Uh oh, the basement floor was cold, so she sat on a pillow and placed her bare feet underneath the sitting cushion on the couch. The sitting cushion on which I was lying.
As with the story above, I can't remember what the hell movie we were watching that day because I focused on warming, massaging, and, um, lemme think, what was that other thing I did. . .um. . . OH Yeah, tickling Heidi's feet through the entire movie. And again, the tickling precursor stirred up great attraction between us. When the movie was over, we looked into each other's eyes for the first time. And we dated passionately for the entire summer. I love yous were exchanged. And felt.
I've got happy tickling stories with every girl I've dated. I want to mention a couple more, but I'll instead move on to the important one, the cautionary tale. I need to share this story with all of you because the majority of us are alike, especially the single ones, in our blinding passion for tickling. We don't do it so often, so we tease outselves with it incessantly on the web, getting all worked up so that we then want it so badly that priorities and perspective fall away. "Just give me someone to tickle!"
Some of you may have read this in another post I wrote a few weeks ago. Sorry to repeat, but if someone else learns from me, it's worth it. What Q says so succintly earlier in this thread, I'm going to say more verbosely right here.
I was there. At 29 years old, with my prime directive being "to tickle," and nothing but "to tickle," I occaisioned the dominion here in LA. My 5th or so session there was with a fairly new submissive. I bound her to the bed, face up, wrists and ankles cuffed to the corners. I stood at the head of the bed between her wrists, and I looked down into her eyes. She looked up at mine.
Beginning lightly, and getting more and more heavy and wild, our tickling session was out of this world. Entirely intoxicating for each of us. I saw her a total of three times, each session better than the last as I grew to know her body. After the second session, she asked me not to tip her, because she had enjoyed it so much. After the third session, she told me she wanted to break house rules and see me outside of the dominion.
The fourth time I tickled her, it was in her car outside of a cafe. The fifth time was in my bedroom. Soon we were living together.
Success, Shy Girl! Love from Tickling! Tickling with Love! Sound the horns! Send up the flag! I'm falling in love with a girl I can tickle all I want!
But no, Shy Girl. Alas and alak. I was a fool. My ticklelust was so strong that I was WAY off-balance, and I had found a girl who was as off-balance as I. We stayed together for a year. For a long while things were golden -- she'd massage my hands every morning, I'd massage her feet every night. She stopped doing tickle sessions at the dominion, saving them just for me at home. She and I hung out with the other dominion girls, discovering who fakes their laughing and who's really ticklish. I gradually realized NO worker at the dominion had a healthy relationship with a lover except, apparently, my honey. THEN I learned my honey herself fakes and embellishes her laugh. And then, near the end, my honey started coming home from work with bloody scabs and the largest, most horrible and blackest of black-and-blue marks on her body. "I never liked heavy sessions before, but I realize now that I love them," she'd tell me. I just wanted to tickle her, but she suddenly and abruptly wanted to be with guys who would beat her up. I had to end the relationship, and I did so through streams of my own tears, which stood out in contrast to her dry eyes. "I never loved you. I was just acting like your fantasy girl." It shouldn't have surprised me, she acts as men's different fantasies all day long in her profession. I was just the longest-running session of her career.
The point is, had I perspective and balance of mind, I would have seen this long before it kicked me in my tickler butt. I want everyone here in this forum to STAY BALANCED. Enjoy tickling because IT IS THE GREATEST FETISH OF ALL THE FETISHES IN THE SPECTRUM! There is none better, none more fun, none less gross, none more happy! Love it, frolic in it. But please don't just tickle as much as possible -- tickle as much as is reasonable. Don't lose yourself for too long, that's all I'm saying. I lost myself in ticklelust and got my heart broken, and my two little boys got their hearts broken. It wasn't the fetish's fault, it was my lack of control.
I mention it because I think there are a few people here who can grasp my meaning.
Shy Girl, TICKLING and LOVE! It's a beautiful topic, and it simply says it all. I hope my slightly dark post here is but one amidst what will be a multi-paged thread bursting with happy happy joy joy stories about TRUE LOVE and tickling!
To finally answer your original question, Shy One, no I don't believe I've ever had a platonic friendship that crossed over into romanceland once I tickled them. Not really. I knew this was the crux of your thread all along, but I wanted to say everything I just said. You struck inspiration into me with your two great words.
Tickling AND Loving,
Your Boomtown
Tickling and Love.
Who can shake a stick at that phrase? Caught my attention immediately.
May I regale you with a few happy stories and one cautionary tale? I've got some experience. I'm 31, and that's a lot in dog years.
Back in the '70's I was 5 years old. It's true. My next door neighbor was also 5 years old, and her name is Karen. We played together every day, and my favorite game was Doctor. I kid you not, I tell no lie, I utter not a fabrication -- as painfully cliched as it is, I played Doctor. With Karen. One of us would lie on the couch, and the other would come into the room as a doctor and inspect the patient. The thing about our version is that the doctor would perform the cliched inspection, and THEN say "Now I'm going to send in Dr. Tickle." Then whoever was doctor would leave the room for a second and come back in as Dr. Tickle.
And you know what Dr. Tickle would do.
Did this lead to love? The puppiest of puppy love. Karen, when we were each 5 years old (not too much in dog years), became the first girl I ever kissed, and I subsequently developed the biggest crush on her that lasted throughout all of elementary school.
Okay, a little too pre-teen for you? Let's move on.
At 15, I was assistant director for our school play in a New England high school drama competition. It was the last round, and the finalists were all performing in a large theater in Boston. There were pull-enty of boys and girls there that I didn't know. One particular girl met my gaze way across the auditorium as the lights went down before one of the shows. Five minutes into the show, she was walking up the aisle and taking the seat behind me. "My friend keeps embarrassing me, I'm just gonna sit here!" she muttered to no one so that I could hear, as she sat down.
Oh, I remember this as though it were just last week.
Mere minutes after she sat behind me, her teenaged, nyloned foot appeared on my armrest. As though I had just stepped into a dream. I don't remember ANYTHING about the play that was running onstage. I spent that entire 40 minutes lightly tickling this girl's foot. At least, I started light. She would wiggle it around slowly, and I'd persistently tickle, then she'd start flexing and balling her toes, and I'd persistently tickle, then her whole leg would start vibrating with laughter and I'd hear it in her breath behind me. Then I'd take a break and massage a bit. She played with the back of my hair at those times. But then I'd start tickling again, always beginning with fingertips lightly pressing the nylon against her arch. And she never pulled her foot away.
When the lights came back up, we went out and got lunch together. Before we were served the food, we had appetizers of each other. We made out in the public of the Boston sandwich shop as though there were no one else in the world but us. I've felt such intoxicating animal attraction like that only a few times in my dog-yeared life. Back in that darkened auditorium, the combination of my tickle-power over her and the way she'd stroke my hair when I'd let her rest created such chemistry and magnetism that, if we hadn't been so immature and unripe, love COULD have been sparked. She and I dated for several months. But, again, I was 15.
I know this is getting to sound like a Sinatra song, but stay with me. This topic merits a long post. Chrissakes, is there anything more important to any of us here than the combination of love and tickling?! I think I'll speak for all of us and say 'No!'
At 18, I was over a new friend's house watching a movie. I didn't know him that well yet, and his own group of friends not at all. One of them was a girl named Heidi. There were a crowd of us watching the movie. I had a couch position. Heidi came in late and took a floor position. Uh oh, the basement floor was cold, so she sat on a pillow and placed her bare feet underneath the sitting cushion on the couch. The sitting cushion on which I was lying.
As with the story above, I can't remember what the hell movie we were watching that day because I focused on warming, massaging, and, um, lemme think, what was that other thing I did. . .um. . . OH Yeah, tickling Heidi's feet through the entire movie. And again, the tickling precursor stirred up great attraction between us. When the movie was over, we looked into each other's eyes for the first time. And we dated passionately for the entire summer. I love yous were exchanged. And felt.
I've got happy tickling stories with every girl I've dated. I want to mention a couple more, but I'll instead move on to the important one, the cautionary tale. I need to share this story with all of you because the majority of us are alike, especially the single ones, in our blinding passion for tickling. We don't do it so often, so we tease outselves with it incessantly on the web, getting all worked up so that we then want it so badly that priorities and perspective fall away. "Just give me someone to tickle!"
Some of you may have read this in another post I wrote a few weeks ago. Sorry to repeat, but if someone else learns from me, it's worth it. What Q says so succintly earlier in this thread, I'm going to say more verbosely right here.
I was there. At 29 years old, with my prime directive being "to tickle," and nothing but "to tickle," I occaisioned the dominion here in LA. My 5th or so session there was with a fairly new submissive. I bound her to the bed, face up, wrists and ankles cuffed to the corners. I stood at the head of the bed between her wrists, and I looked down into her eyes. She looked up at mine.
Beginning lightly, and getting more and more heavy and wild, our tickling session was out of this world. Entirely intoxicating for each of us. I saw her a total of three times, each session better than the last as I grew to know her body. After the second session, she asked me not to tip her, because she had enjoyed it so much. After the third session, she told me she wanted to break house rules and see me outside of the dominion.
The fourth time I tickled her, it was in her car outside of a cafe. The fifth time was in my bedroom. Soon we were living together.
Success, Shy Girl! Love from Tickling! Tickling with Love! Sound the horns! Send up the flag! I'm falling in love with a girl I can tickle all I want!
But no, Shy Girl. Alas and alak. I was a fool. My ticklelust was so strong that I was WAY off-balance, and I had found a girl who was as off-balance as I. We stayed together for a year. For a long while things were golden -- she'd massage my hands every morning, I'd massage her feet every night. She stopped doing tickle sessions at the dominion, saving them just for me at home. She and I hung out with the other dominion girls, discovering who fakes their laughing and who's really ticklish. I gradually realized NO worker at the dominion had a healthy relationship with a lover except, apparently, my honey. THEN I learned my honey herself fakes and embellishes her laugh. And then, near the end, my honey started coming home from work with bloody scabs and the largest, most horrible and blackest of black-and-blue marks on her body. "I never liked heavy sessions before, but I realize now that I love them," she'd tell me. I just wanted to tickle her, but she suddenly and abruptly wanted to be with guys who would beat her up. I had to end the relationship, and I did so through streams of my own tears, which stood out in contrast to her dry eyes. "I never loved you. I was just acting like your fantasy girl." It shouldn't have surprised me, she acts as men's different fantasies all day long in her profession. I was just the longest-running session of her career.
The point is, had I perspective and balance of mind, I would have seen this long before it kicked me in my tickler butt. I want everyone here in this forum to STAY BALANCED. Enjoy tickling because IT IS THE GREATEST FETISH OF ALL THE FETISHES IN THE SPECTRUM! There is none better, none more fun, none less gross, none more happy! Love it, frolic in it. But please don't just tickle as much as possible -- tickle as much as is reasonable. Don't lose yourself for too long, that's all I'm saying. I lost myself in ticklelust and got my heart broken, and my two little boys got their hearts broken. It wasn't the fetish's fault, it was my lack of control.
I mention it because I think there are a few people here who can grasp my meaning.
Shy Girl, TICKLING and LOVE! It's a beautiful topic, and it simply says it all. I hope my slightly dark post here is but one amidst what will be a multi-paged thread bursting with happy happy joy joy stories about TRUE LOVE and tickling!
To finally answer your original question, Shy One, no I don't believe I've ever had a platonic friendship that crossed over into romanceland once I tickled them. Not really. I knew this was the crux of your thread all along, but I wanted to say everything I just said. You struck inspiration into me with your two great words.
Tickling AND Loving,
Your Boomtown
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Speaking of childhood tickling, I have a story. When I was 9 years old, my best friend lived in this rich neighborhood. He and the rest of the kids on his block would have these massive water-gun fights. Soon after we had became friends, I attended the water wars. We dress in bright attire, either red or blue shirts so that if you were hit, someone could tell and you had to sit out until next game. We'd dry the shirts or don new clothing. My friend, Todd, had a step sister named Natalie. She was a cute little thing, 8 years old, brown hair with matching eyes. The game's lasted for quite a bit of time, we used the whole block, it was a very safe neighbor hood. Since the game's lasted so long, it was very frustrating to be taken out, so we started surrendering when we just had no hope of victory. One game I was set upon by 4 members of the opposing team and I surrendered. I was taken to one of my enemies camping trailer, they had ropes inside and fashioned a prison for me, my feet over my head, my back hovering over the ground, and my arms to either side. Well, I fancied myself as quite the commando and escaped my prison by slipping out of my shoes, I can't really remember how I got my wrists free and I took the guard standing at the door hostage. That guard happened to be Natalie. I took her back to Todd, our leader who also had a camping trailer, and we did our best to recreate my prison for her, but wether or not she could escape I decided to remove her shoes and socks. I got out, why couldn't she. Then we got the idea to get information out of her, I was still removing her socks so the choice of torture was obvious. She didn't reveal the location of the enemy base, although bases moved every 15 min. or so, still I tickled her foot. That moment changed my life, the sheer expression on her face entoxicated me. She giggled and pleaded for me to stop. I was hooked on tickling ever since. Very sternly, I requested the location of the base again, but she told me to go soak my head, a very big insult in a water war. So I tied her sock across her mouth, not that I couldn't hear every little giggle and word she would shout. I tickled her for about 5 min. not allowing her to answer the question until the 5 min. were up. After that, she did answer, though she refused any one of my inqueries until I had give her the 5 min. tickling. I could tell she loved it and we had a lot of fun. When I moved away, I heard that she cried for days. Anyway, that's what got me hooked, thanks for bringing that memory up BoomTown. I used to ask her really stupid questions and she would never tell me. The days of yore, I wonder wether I had more fun then or now?
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Well, kinda....
Drew and I actually met through our mutual love of tickling. He came across my site, wrote, etc. We talked a lot online, then on the phone before we had a chance to meet. (We were 4 hours away from one another at the time.) By then, there was a real fondness for one another. Once we met in person...and spent our first evening together tickling one another senseless...things picked up even more. We grew closer every time we got together. The fact that we're now husband and wife tells you just how close we are today. 😉
Ann
Drew and I actually met through our mutual love of tickling. He came across my site, wrote, etc. We talked a lot online, then on the phone before we had a chance to meet. (We were 4 hours away from one another at the time.) By then, there was a real fondness for one another. Once we met in person...and spent our first evening together tickling one another senseless...things picked up even more. We grew closer every time we got together. The fact that we're now husband and wife tells you just how close we are today. 😉
Ann
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boomtown..
I hope I'm not going in a bad direction by bringing thta stuff up, but I have read your story about the girl from the dominion twice now, and simply have to share this opinion with you.... hope you don't mind...I will try to chose my words carefully to best get across what I mean. hope it works.....
I have my serious doubts that the girl from the dominion didn't love you. I just think that she had somehow learned a different definition of love than a lot of other people do..... to her, to be objectified and to please others was a way to earn love, and unfortunately some people are so unhappy and desparate that they need to soak up love of any kind like a sponge, as a form of validation..... this would also explain her job... she can be adored anew every hour. I have no doubt that this girl was abused in her life, probably in childhood, probably by a father figure, and that set up a pattern of not being able to understand love like a "normal person", especially from men. I have had a recent relationship with a very unhappy girl, and have gained a lot of insight from it. I know it can be a very hurtful thing. I may be way off base with all I have said, and if so , my apologies for sticking my nose where it doesn't belong, but it bothered me to see you hurt over this and feel somehow that you were a fool when most likely you were just the victim of someone who sucks the life out of everyone they ever know, especially those they love. if you ever want to chat about this more privately, I'd be glad to.
sorry to bring up such a down point on such a happy thread, everyone.
I hope I'm not going in a bad direction by bringing thta stuff up, but I have read your story about the girl from the dominion twice now, and simply have to share this opinion with you.... hope you don't mind...I will try to chose my words carefully to best get across what I mean. hope it works.....
I have my serious doubts that the girl from the dominion didn't love you. I just think that she had somehow learned a different definition of love than a lot of other people do..... to her, to be objectified and to please others was a way to earn love, and unfortunately some people are so unhappy and desparate that they need to soak up love of any kind like a sponge, as a form of validation..... this would also explain her job... she can be adored anew every hour. I have no doubt that this girl was abused in her life, probably in childhood, probably by a father figure, and that set up a pattern of not being able to understand love like a "normal person", especially from men. I have had a recent relationship with a very unhappy girl, and have gained a lot of insight from it. I know it can be a very hurtful thing. I may be way off base with all I have said, and if so , my apologies for sticking my nose where it doesn't belong, but it bothered me to see you hurt over this and feel somehow that you were a fool when most likely you were just the victim of someone who sucks the life out of everyone they ever know, especially those they love. if you ever want to chat about this more privately, I'd be glad to.
sorry to bring up such a down point on such a happy thread, everyone.
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Thank you for the kind and sensitive words, Slaps. (Hey, the director David Lynch just told me tonight "You're an intelligent and sensitive man, John." I'm still walking on air.) And thank you so much for acknowledging my post. It's been a challenge for me to feel at home and comfy on the TMF lately when I keep bumping into posts concerning her (though I not-unbitterly appreciated 1golfer's insistence that she's faking in her latest vid. He's not entirely correct -- she's half-faking, it's what she does. After we broke up, I realized half-jokingly that if she were a Spiegberg movie, her adline would be "Her breasts aren't real, and neither is she").
I don't like the dread I feel of coming across more posts about her every time I sign on here, but at the same time I love the community here.
So, it's all about the love. Not the fear. And like my friend Dragonfly so poetically advised me on the phone recently "It's a big sandbox," meaning there's room for all of us.
And so I continue signing on here, as TMF family.
Anyway, Slappy, your sentiment is wise, and there is truth in all you said. I'll be emailing you personally.
The rest of you, TELL SHY GIRL SOME STORIES ABOUT TICKLING AND LOVE! I want to hear them too! Please.
Tove and lickles,
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I don't like the dread I feel of coming across more posts about her every time I sign on here, but at the same time I love the community here.
So, it's all about the love. Not the fear. And like my friend Dragonfly so poetically advised me on the phone recently "It's a big sandbox," meaning there's room for all of us.
And so I continue signing on here, as TMF family.
Anyway, Slappy, your sentiment is wise, and there is truth in all you said. I'll be emailing you personally.
The rest of you, TELL SHY GIRL SOME STORIES ABOUT TICKLING AND LOVE! I want to hear them too! Please.
Tove and lickles,
Boomtowner
Well, as a mattter of fact...
I was with a girl that I had been going out with as friends. One evening we wne to a show, and came back to my apartment afterwards, as she had left her car there. Well, she had a tear in her pantyhose and asked to borrow a pair of socks. Of course I could not resist this chance. I asked to see her foot for a second, but she was very shy about her feet and would not put her bare foot close enought for me to grab. Once she got the socks on, however, I grabbed a foot and said, I just wanted to see.... if you were TICKLISH!! She screamed and fell off the couch onto the floor leaving her feet in my lap. She was trying to hide them under the cushions, but to no avail. I only tickled her for about a minute, and stopped when she said "OK, I give up!"
She decided that night that she did not want our relationship to remain platonic, which was A-OK with me! I did not fess up to having an interest in tickling yet, and unfortunately we did not get to stay together for too long after that (lots of complicating factors in her life at the time)....but...(yes, a happy ending)...we got back together a year and a half later and have not been apart since - that was over two years ago - and we got married in November. (Told ya there was a happy ending!) I shared my "hobby" with her less than six months after us getting back together. She was one of those girls who hated to be tickled and did not care for anything to do with her feet, but since we eased into it, she has learned to love it, and I think may actually like getting it as much as I like giving it. She admitted later that the first time way back when I tickled her feet on my couch really turned her on, but she had never been affected like that before from being tickled, and it left her a little flustered at the time.
Well suffice it to say that one semi-innocent tickle eventually turned into love, and gave me a partner that is completely open to indulging my fantasies. (and is great in every other way too!) All I can figure is that in a former life I must have saved a bus full of nuns from going over a cliff or something, 'cause I sure haven't done anything in this life to deserve this! 🙂
I was with a girl that I had been going out with as friends. One evening we wne to a show, and came back to my apartment afterwards, as she had left her car there. Well, she had a tear in her pantyhose and asked to borrow a pair of socks. Of course I could not resist this chance. I asked to see her foot for a second, but she was very shy about her feet and would not put her bare foot close enought for me to grab. Once she got the socks on, however, I grabbed a foot and said, I just wanted to see.... if you were TICKLISH!! She screamed and fell off the couch onto the floor leaving her feet in my lap. She was trying to hide them under the cushions, but to no avail. I only tickled her for about a minute, and stopped when she said "OK, I give up!"
She decided that night that she did not want our relationship to remain platonic, which was A-OK with me! I did not fess up to having an interest in tickling yet, and unfortunately we did not get to stay together for too long after that (lots of complicating factors in her life at the time)....but...(yes, a happy ending)...we got back together a year and a half later and have not been apart since - that was over two years ago - and we got married in November. (Told ya there was a happy ending!) I shared my "hobby" with her less than six months after us getting back together. She was one of those girls who hated to be tickled and did not care for anything to do with her feet, but since we eased into it, she has learned to love it, and I think may actually like getting it as much as I like giving it. She admitted later that the first time way back when I tickled her feet on my couch really turned her on, but she had never been affected like that before from being tickled, and it left her a little flustered at the time.
Well suffice it to say that one semi-innocent tickle eventually turned into love, and gave me a partner that is completely open to indulging my fantasies. (and is great in every other way too!) All I can figure is that in a former life I must have saved a bus full of nuns from going over a cliff or something, 'cause I sure haven't done anything in this life to deserve this! 🙂
Mr. Boom's correct. It's all about the love. There's lots of it, here. Some folks meet, as you've read, and live together. Another couple, this one out here in California, met, fell in love, and are STILL livin' together. I 'spect they'll grow old together, actually. They dropped out of the gatherings, though I still see 'em for dinners and such. They positively radiate affection for one another. It's a beautiful thing to see.
There's love for the lovers, but there's also a lot of love from friends here. I've had plenty from the folks that help me host gatherings. QBWeaver looked out for me a lot when I became single again, and the love she showed me in bein' so kind is somethin' I *still* value. There's many examples o' that kind o' love.
There's loves that started as one thing and changed, too. I loved, and still love, a 'lee from our kink, and while it didn't work out for her and I, she found the lover she sought, and they'll marry, ultimately, and I'll be there when it happens. She's my pal, and I love her dearly, and she was (and likely still is) a delightful tickle partner.
There's all kinds of it. There's someone, out there, that knows I love her, that shares our kink. We met online, through out kink, and wit' any fortune, will grow old lovin' one another. That's what it's about, after all.
dvnc
There's love for the lovers, but there's also a lot of love from friends here. I've had plenty from the folks that help me host gatherings. QBWeaver looked out for me a lot when I became single again, and the love she showed me in bein' so kind is somethin' I *still* value. There's many examples o' that kind o' love.
There's loves that started as one thing and changed, too. I loved, and still love, a 'lee from our kink, and while it didn't work out for her and I, she found the lover she sought, and they'll marry, ultimately, and I'll be there when it happens. She's my pal, and I love her dearly, and she was (and likely still is) a delightful tickle partner.
There's all kinds of it. There's someone, out there, that knows I love her, that shares our kink. We met online, through out kink, and wit' any fortune, will grow old lovin' one another. That's what it's about, after all.
dvnc
I've been trying to Boom, I guess I have to work on my story telling. Now gather 'round kiddies. I'm running out of stories here, I'm only 18, I don't have that many tickling experiences yet. Unless you want me to go into my Europe stories, but those don't have much to do with tickling, mostly love, mentally as well as physically. Let's see......*bing* I think I mentioned Miriam before in some other post, if not, she's a gorgeous red head I've been flirting with a lot lately. I've tickled her on several occasions, though I can't say we're a pair yet....give me some time. I've tickled her before because she looked like Poison Ivy, the botanical babe. She has an adorable laugh adorned with a beautiful voice. I also tickled her once to turn her to the dark side of the force, and successfully. We have a Star Wars club here, yes....we're geeks, and I am the Lord of the Sith here. I'm not evil, but what fun is a galaxy full of Jedi alone? I invited her to a party next week, I'll let you know how that turns out.
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"You're losing it, kid." - Batman
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"You're losing it, kid." - Batman
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I have had two tickling-love relationships, neither starting out with tickling. One, however, was encouraged when she perceived my initial interest in her feet. All the dating and playful tickling was fun, but nothing, in my opinion, will even come close to tickling a person who shares those special feelings with you. It may not have to be full blown love, I don't know, but both of mine were. Tickling and love just go together better than anything I can imagine. It truly is a beautiful experience.
I have had two tickling-love relationships, neither starting out with tickling. One, however, was encouraged when she perceived my initial interest in her feet. All the dating and playful tickling was fun, but nothing, in my opinion, will even come close to tickling a person who shares those special feelings with you. It may not have to be full blown love, I don't know, but both of mine were. Tickling and love just go together better than anything I can imagine. It truly is a beautiful experience.
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There was a time when tickling a female friend turned into love.
Soon after, I was left dangling in the wind wondering if I should have done more than express my true feelings and give over my heart and soul only to be turned away for all of the wrong reasons having true love and passion ignored for the easier path of one doing NOTHING instead of embrasing the reality of what should be.🙁
TTD
Soon after, I was left dangling in the wind wondering if I should have done more than express my true feelings and give over my heart and soul only to be turned away for all of the wrong reasons having true love and passion ignored for the easier path of one doing NOTHING instead of embrasing the reality of what should be.🙁
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TTD we can alway second guess what we should have done
Your bad experience reminds me of one of mine. I met a girl, first date things went great. We sat in my car, necked, tickled her a lot and she enjoyed it. After that, things changed. The next few times I picked her up at her parents house, she was drunk. It turned out she had a very heavy drinking problem. I figure she had the will power the first date, to see what I was like. Obviously as much as she liked the tickling, she didn't think enough of me to refrain from drinking before our dates. I stopped calling her and ended it. None of us can read the future, so we just play the percentages. In your situation I would have done exactly what you did. Sometimes honesty and communications of feelings put me on the short end. It still is better than the alternative. Just my thoughts.
Your bad experience reminds me of one of mine. I met a girl, first date things went great. We sat in my car, necked, tickled her a lot and she enjoyed it. After that, things changed. The next few times I picked her up at her parents house, she was drunk. It turned out she had a very heavy drinking problem. I figure she had the will power the first date, to see what I was like. Obviously as much as she liked the tickling, she didn't think enough of me to refrain from drinking before our dates. I stopped calling her and ended it. None of us can read the future, so we just play the percentages. In your situation I would have done exactly what you did. Sometimes honesty and communications of feelings put me on the short end. It still is better than the alternative. Just my thoughts.
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It is said that love is blind. Well there is at least ONE out there who has lost her sight. I am sure there are many more.
It truly saddens me.
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It truly saddens me.
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Thanks for the response yet a life of second guessing is as tormemting as spending that life knowing SHE is out there and JUST out of reach. But then again, NOTHING is impossible, is it?🙁 😕
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Thanks for the response yet a life of second guessing is as tormemting as spending that life knowing SHE is out there and JUST out of reach. But then again, NOTHING is impossible, is it?🙁 😕
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