Boomtown13
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Hi folks!
I'm new to this-a-here forum, but not to our wonderful TK community. This past year I've "gone underground" as my good friend D-to-the-V-to-the-N-to-the-C likes to put it, but I'm back now. Sure, in black.
I want to share a THIS CAN HAPPEN TO YOU story with y'all. It's a happy tale. Got a few minutes?
I've loved tickling since I was 5 years old. Through all of school and my early 20's I thought I was alone here.
In 1997, as I was working for Disney, a monumental day came where they gave all of our PC's internet access. And thusly, I, for the very first time, submitted the word "tickle" into a search engine. My eyes proceeded to widen, angels to sing.
After exploring websites for a while (Gal's being my very first), I found the tickling chat room on AOL, and made some friends. I began email and phone correspondence with happily ticklish females. Life was changing for me. I spent countless nights up till 3 or 4 in the morning just to continue IM-ing or speaking to women who actually love being tickled. Show of hands, who can relate to this time schedule?
This went on for a couple of years. Then I met Dave and I worked up the courage to attend one of his gatherings up-a-there in San Josetown. Good lord, suddenly I was in a room full of people who each adored tickling as much as I did! I tickled a good number of girls that night, and even let them tickle me. I'll be plucked and basted if I wasn't hooked right then and there. I began to realize that I need never again have a girlfriend who WASN'T into tickling, no sir.
I attended more of Dave's happy gatherings, all of them terrifically rewarding. I made some good friends, and we all flew over to Max's gigantical party in Philly. I mean gigantickle. Were any of you good folks there? Remember the guy who was tied down and tickled by 5 women at once? That was me. I also lent my fingers to an inordinate amount of tickling that weekend, to many various women, both at the party and back at our tickle floor at the hotel. Now THAT was a vacation! Please grant me a moment alone for nostalgia.
Ahh.
Okay, now here's the point of my story. All of these tickling experiences loosened me up, and I grew SO much more comfortable with my tickling fetish. I realized firstly, I most certainly was not alone; and secondly, as far as fetishes go, TICKLING is the most superfun of them all! Let's here it for fingertips, feet, ribs, and laughter! (Oh, and ropes.) Why not embrace and accept it? I began telling my non-tickle-fetish dates about it, and doggone it if each one of them girls wasn't intrigued and fascinated by the notion! I was a full-fledged tickler by now and no longer just enjoying it in my head or online. I had one totally straight-laced girl say to me after a few dates, "You know something, I think I have a tickling fetish now!"
In celebration of my new out-ness, I began to occaision this BDSM dungeon here in LA. I'd buy a half-hour's time with a girl and tickle her, head to toes. (I justified the money by telling myself I was keeping in practice, like going to the gym.)
There was one submissive at the dungeon who proclaimed tickling sessions her favorite, citing her short tenure working there as the first time she discovered this about herself! Her online profile raved about tickle sessions and how she adored them. Judging by the sessions I proceeded to have with her, the profile was sincere AND she was a naturally ticklish girl. I went in to see her 3 times. That third time, I broke a dungeon rule by asking her on a date. Then she broke a dungeon rule by agreeing. I met her a couple of days later in the bright sunshine on a cafe patio. She kicked off her shoes and put her feet on my chair. I tickled her. An hour later, I walked her to her car and kissed her for the first time. Then I tickled her some more, leaning her against her car, going all out on her sides. She laughed loudly and freely.
Now, a year later, she still works at the dungeon, but no longer does tickle sessions. She saves those for my hands only. We're in love, and we live together. In the next few months we're buying a house in Malibu. Once we move in, we can all seriously discuss the reality of a SoCal Tickle Gathering, that holy grail of the Los Angelenos.
So, to sum up, I've been into tickling since I was a little boy, I thought I was weird and alone with it until I was 27, I relaxed and let myself enjoy it, and now I've got a beautiful woman my age who loves to be tickled as much as I love to tickle! We are two incredibly happy tickle fetishists!
This happens, my brethren and sistren -- you just have to (1) socialize and (2) not bury your fetish somewhere in your hard drive (like I did for a couple of years before I saw the light).
I know there are other tickle success stories out there, but I just had to add mine to the pot of gold.
Testifying to the Good Book of TMF,
Your Humble Boomtown
I'm new to this-a-here forum, but not to our wonderful TK community. This past year I've "gone underground" as my good friend D-to-the-V-to-the-N-to-the-C likes to put it, but I'm back now. Sure, in black.
I want to share a THIS CAN HAPPEN TO YOU story with y'all. It's a happy tale. Got a few minutes?
I've loved tickling since I was 5 years old. Through all of school and my early 20's I thought I was alone here.
In 1997, as I was working for Disney, a monumental day came where they gave all of our PC's internet access. And thusly, I, for the very first time, submitted the word "tickle" into a search engine. My eyes proceeded to widen, angels to sing.
After exploring websites for a while (Gal's being my very first), I found the tickling chat room on AOL, and made some friends. I began email and phone correspondence with happily ticklish females. Life was changing for me. I spent countless nights up till 3 or 4 in the morning just to continue IM-ing or speaking to women who actually love being tickled. Show of hands, who can relate to this time schedule?
This went on for a couple of years. Then I met Dave and I worked up the courage to attend one of his gatherings up-a-there in San Josetown. Good lord, suddenly I was in a room full of people who each adored tickling as much as I did! I tickled a good number of girls that night, and even let them tickle me. I'll be plucked and basted if I wasn't hooked right then and there. I began to realize that I need never again have a girlfriend who WASN'T into tickling, no sir.
I attended more of Dave's happy gatherings, all of them terrifically rewarding. I made some good friends, and we all flew over to Max's gigantical party in Philly. I mean gigantickle. Were any of you good folks there? Remember the guy who was tied down and tickled by 5 women at once? That was me. I also lent my fingers to an inordinate amount of tickling that weekend, to many various women, both at the party and back at our tickle floor at the hotel. Now THAT was a vacation! Please grant me a moment alone for nostalgia.
Ahh.
Okay, now here's the point of my story. All of these tickling experiences loosened me up, and I grew SO much more comfortable with my tickling fetish. I realized firstly, I most certainly was not alone; and secondly, as far as fetishes go, TICKLING is the most superfun of them all! Let's here it for fingertips, feet, ribs, and laughter! (Oh, and ropes.) Why not embrace and accept it? I began telling my non-tickle-fetish dates about it, and doggone it if each one of them girls wasn't intrigued and fascinated by the notion! I was a full-fledged tickler by now and no longer just enjoying it in my head or online. I had one totally straight-laced girl say to me after a few dates, "You know something, I think I have a tickling fetish now!"
In celebration of my new out-ness, I began to occaision this BDSM dungeon here in LA. I'd buy a half-hour's time with a girl and tickle her, head to toes. (I justified the money by telling myself I was keeping in practice, like going to the gym.)
There was one submissive at the dungeon who proclaimed tickling sessions her favorite, citing her short tenure working there as the first time she discovered this about herself! Her online profile raved about tickle sessions and how she adored them. Judging by the sessions I proceeded to have with her, the profile was sincere AND she was a naturally ticklish girl. I went in to see her 3 times. That third time, I broke a dungeon rule by asking her on a date. Then she broke a dungeon rule by agreeing. I met her a couple of days later in the bright sunshine on a cafe patio. She kicked off her shoes and put her feet on my chair. I tickled her. An hour later, I walked her to her car and kissed her for the first time. Then I tickled her some more, leaning her against her car, going all out on her sides. She laughed loudly and freely.
Now, a year later, she still works at the dungeon, but no longer does tickle sessions. She saves those for my hands only. We're in love, and we live together. In the next few months we're buying a house in Malibu. Once we move in, we can all seriously discuss the reality of a SoCal Tickle Gathering, that holy grail of the Los Angelenos.
So, to sum up, I've been into tickling since I was a little boy, I thought I was weird and alone with it until I was 27, I relaxed and let myself enjoy it, and now I've got a beautiful woman my age who loves to be tickled as much as I love to tickle! We are two incredibly happy tickle fetishists!
This happens, my brethren and sistren -- you just have to (1) socialize and (2) not bury your fetish somewhere in your hard drive (like I did for a couple of years before I saw the light).
I know there are other tickle success stories out there, but I just had to add mine to the pot of gold.
Testifying to the Good Book of TMF,
Your Humble Boomtown
