I wanted to take this opportunity to introduce myself. My name is Andy. I am 33, single, athletic, 6' tall, 185lbs, dark hair, ocean blue eyes, tan and toned. I have moved to the Grand Rapids, Mi/GVSU area very recently. I love the woods and waters...and the beach.... I love to go there, every chance I get. So...I hope I have not bored you with all this? I love sports, outdoor activities, movies, shopping, cars, racing. I do enjoy being tickled <blush> lol. There is a pic on my yahoo profile if you want to see what I look like.
Ever since I was a child I remember daydreaming about being tickled. I never told anyone about this, and felt I was the only
person in the whole world who had these thoughts. I have
lots memories of being tickled when I was younger..then it seemed to
start turning me sexually.
I was sitting in the library during a study hall in Junior High with
my friend Tina sitting across from me. I don't remember exactly how
it started...she was bending down to pick up a pen or something, but
she tickled my ankle and I giggled like crazy. She eventually found a
way to have my foot (shoe on) on the chair next to her...she slipped
off my shoe and sock while she tickled around my ankles and soles and
I quietly laughed, trying to see if I could tough it out. The bell
finally rang, we all left....I thought I was going to crawl out of my
skin...lol
Later, when I was in high school I didn't get tickled nearly often
enough, but I found myself becoming a tad less shy and even more attracted to being tickled. I remember having
my foot tickled by a classmate who had come over to study. We were
sitting around in my room and I had my feet on my bed so she tickled
my one foot and I worked at holding in my laughter. It then became a
contest/game to see if she could make me laugh and how much I could
take. When she tickled my other foot, I went ballistic, beating my
arm and the bed, but completely unable to pull my foot away. It was
fun.
As I moved from high school into college, playing linebacker for GVSU....how could a 190lb linebacker love to be tickled....hehe my views and convictions created struggles for me as I worked at reconciling my
interest in being tickled by with what I felt was right in the
eyes of others and beliefs. This also created a strong feeling of
embarrassment about tickling. As much as I enjoyed it, I found myself
turning red and changing the subject if anyone even mentioned
tickling among my friends or social circles. I was sure if I joined
in the conversation that everyone would somehow find out that I liked
it and wanted to do it more.
When I was growing up, my older sister sand I used to have Ticklefights. My sisters were stronger than I and "Tomboys", so I did not stand a chance...lol. My sisters would call me into their room...tell me to come onto their king-size bed. They would announce the round by yelling "ding!" and then my sisters would come at me. They would hold me down reach out and try to tickle me other while I'm blocking my ticklish areas. Their devious goal was to tickle me so effectively that I would convulse so much that I'd lose physical control and be unable to defend myself...it Worked!!!. Ticklish areas they tried to attack were my ears and neck, belly button, underarms and my feet. I found out the hard way that knees are ticklish too..hehe
One special tickle technique they had was to hold me down and lightly swirl the very tip of the fingernail around thew rim of my belly button. That was just heaven and hell at the same time...lol. This really tickled! But no one I've ever mentioned this to since has recalled any similar tickle technique like that.
I didn't think of tickling as erotic until I was a young adult. There was a gal in my social circle who was friends with everybody but not dating anyone. One time at a party there were several of us crowded on my couch, and I was lying down at one end so my feet ended up over her lap. She asked me if I'd like a foot rub and I said sure. She began by giving me a basic, comfortable foot rub. I'm a sucker for a foot rub, for me it's really fantastic. It seemed like she kept rubbing and massaging my feet for a half hour or more. I was complete putty in her hands. Then she stopped pressing and massaging, and pulled her hands away and began very lightly brushing her nails over parts of my soles. A light touch here, a butterfly flutter there, a soft slide up the arch, on and on. My feet were always rather ticklish so normally this would've been making me jump a mile, but because I was so relaxed, the tickling felt different than ever before. It felt tickly but in an electric, sexual way. I lay there absolutely motionless, feeling these marvelous thrills in my feet and in other parts of my body. She watched my face so she knew I was really enjoying this special tickling experience.
I think any area of the body has the potential to become sexually sensitized. I once had a friend who would tickle and caress the back of my neck. She regarded it as erotic and she touched in such a way that it made my neck very sexually sensitive.
I'm very ticklish to insanely ticklish, depending on how sensitive I am on a given day, what part of me is being attacked, and who's doing the tickling.
My belly button is the most ticklish part of my body. It's not only just inside the navel, either; the skin surrounding that area is particularly ticklish to light brushing of the fingers.
I'm responsive to the finger-in-the-ear technique and the top-knee grab, and occasionally I'm reactive to the under-knee tickle and the neck tickle.
My feet are ticklish to different degrees. The soles and toes are especially sensitive, but the tops of my feet can occasionally be tickled too. It also depends on what instruments are used. Fingers are very effective, but I really scream when anybody uses nails to scrabble on my soft soles..hehe
Like most ticklish men, my skin sensitivity seems to increase when I'm tickled. To really keep tickling me to arousal and keep me in stitches, you need to vary from spot to spot. Watch my face, listen to my noises, note the squirming of my arms and legs, and when reactions decrease, move to another area of my body and start anew...hehe
As I look back, the sad part of all this was that the tickling I
achieved was so short-lived.. I knew that somehow there would need to
be more in my life, but I had resigned myself to keeping it inside
and living my life frustrated and alone in my thoughts. I was just
wondering if there might be anybody out there that would enjoy
watching a muscular, handsome ticklish guy wiggle, squirm, giggle and
moan from his weakness...
If sooo Let me [email protected] or [email protected]
Andy
Ever since I was a child I remember daydreaming about being tickled. I never told anyone about this, and felt I was the only
person in the whole world who had these thoughts. I have
lots memories of being tickled when I was younger..then it seemed to
start turning me sexually.
I was sitting in the library during a study hall in Junior High with
my friend Tina sitting across from me. I don't remember exactly how
it started...she was bending down to pick up a pen or something, but
she tickled my ankle and I giggled like crazy. She eventually found a
way to have my foot (shoe on) on the chair next to her...she slipped
off my shoe and sock while she tickled around my ankles and soles and
I quietly laughed, trying to see if I could tough it out. The bell
finally rang, we all left....I thought I was going to crawl out of my
skin...lol
Later, when I was in high school I didn't get tickled nearly often
enough, but I found myself becoming a tad less shy and even more attracted to being tickled. I remember having
my foot tickled by a classmate who had come over to study. We were
sitting around in my room and I had my feet on my bed so she tickled
my one foot and I worked at holding in my laughter. It then became a
contest/game to see if she could make me laugh and how much I could
take. When she tickled my other foot, I went ballistic, beating my
arm and the bed, but completely unable to pull my foot away. It was
fun.
As I moved from high school into college, playing linebacker for GVSU....how could a 190lb linebacker love to be tickled....hehe my views and convictions created struggles for me as I worked at reconciling my
interest in being tickled by with what I felt was right in the
eyes of others and beliefs. This also created a strong feeling of
embarrassment about tickling. As much as I enjoyed it, I found myself
turning red and changing the subject if anyone even mentioned
tickling among my friends or social circles. I was sure if I joined
in the conversation that everyone would somehow find out that I liked
it and wanted to do it more.
When I was growing up, my older sister sand I used to have Ticklefights. My sisters were stronger than I and "Tomboys", so I did not stand a chance...lol. My sisters would call me into their room...tell me to come onto their king-size bed. They would announce the round by yelling "ding!" and then my sisters would come at me. They would hold me down reach out and try to tickle me other while I'm blocking my ticklish areas. Their devious goal was to tickle me so effectively that I would convulse so much that I'd lose physical control and be unable to defend myself...it Worked!!!. Ticklish areas they tried to attack were my ears and neck, belly button, underarms and my feet. I found out the hard way that knees are ticklish too..hehe
One special tickle technique they had was to hold me down and lightly swirl the very tip of the fingernail around thew rim of my belly button. That was just heaven and hell at the same time...lol. This really tickled! But no one I've ever mentioned this to since has recalled any similar tickle technique like that.
I didn't think of tickling as erotic until I was a young adult. There was a gal in my social circle who was friends with everybody but not dating anyone. One time at a party there were several of us crowded on my couch, and I was lying down at one end so my feet ended up over her lap. She asked me if I'd like a foot rub and I said sure. She began by giving me a basic, comfortable foot rub. I'm a sucker for a foot rub, for me it's really fantastic. It seemed like she kept rubbing and massaging my feet for a half hour or more. I was complete putty in her hands. Then she stopped pressing and massaging, and pulled her hands away and began very lightly brushing her nails over parts of my soles. A light touch here, a butterfly flutter there, a soft slide up the arch, on and on. My feet were always rather ticklish so normally this would've been making me jump a mile, but because I was so relaxed, the tickling felt different than ever before. It felt tickly but in an electric, sexual way. I lay there absolutely motionless, feeling these marvelous thrills in my feet and in other parts of my body. She watched my face so she knew I was really enjoying this special tickling experience.
I think any area of the body has the potential to become sexually sensitized. I once had a friend who would tickle and caress the back of my neck. She regarded it as erotic and she touched in such a way that it made my neck very sexually sensitive.
I'm very ticklish to insanely ticklish, depending on how sensitive I am on a given day, what part of me is being attacked, and who's doing the tickling.
My belly button is the most ticklish part of my body. It's not only just inside the navel, either; the skin surrounding that area is particularly ticklish to light brushing of the fingers.
I'm responsive to the finger-in-the-ear technique and the top-knee grab, and occasionally I'm reactive to the under-knee tickle and the neck tickle.
My feet are ticklish to different degrees. The soles and toes are especially sensitive, but the tops of my feet can occasionally be tickled too. It also depends on what instruments are used. Fingers are very effective, but I really scream when anybody uses nails to scrabble on my soft soles..hehe
Like most ticklish men, my skin sensitivity seems to increase when I'm tickled. To really keep tickling me to arousal and keep me in stitches, you need to vary from spot to spot. Watch my face, listen to my noises, note the squirming of my arms and legs, and when reactions decrease, move to another area of my body and start anew...hehe
As I look back, the sad part of all this was that the tickling I
achieved was so short-lived.. I knew that somehow there would need to
be more in my life, but I had resigned myself to keeping it inside
and living my life frustrated and alone in my thoughts. I was just
wondering if there might be anybody out there that would enjoy
watching a muscular, handsome ticklish guy wiggle, squirm, giggle and
moan from his weakness...
If sooo Let me [email protected] or [email protected]
Andy
