Enzo_Noir
TMF Poster
- Joined
- Jun 9, 2004
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I met “Tish” on tinder, she was a horticultural enthusiast in her late thirties. We talked for a while then decided to meet up at a state park (kinda risky in retrospect). I remember being taken aback by how damn cute she was as she walked out of the brush, one of the rare cases where a woman was actually hotter than her pictures. She was petite, very thin, with straight dark shoulder-length hair, sun-kissed skin from working as a landscaper, high cheekbones, and a gap in her teeth. She was a country girl to the core, identifying the flora and fauna in a sweet Appalachian twang as she led me to an overlook of the river where we watched the sun set. When she ascertained that we were in fact alone she asked for a kiss and we started to make out. That’s when I made my move, sliding my hands around her waist and tracing the bottom of her shirttail with my fingertips; probing for ticklishness. She immediately buckled, squirming to the left, and then to the right as I slowly stroked her stomach and sides: jackpot!
Cut to the following weekend in my bedroom, we’re naked and I’m on top kissing her neck, when I go in for the kill. I delicately dig my fingers into her ribs and she erupts with roaring laughter, I hang back to let her catch her breath and she explains “I’m really ticklish!” (which was apparent at this point but I have to admit I love hearing that phrase). I told her something to the effect of ‘i like that’ and we continued to kiss and fuck with intermittent tickles throughout. Her laughter was spasmodic, my tickling fingers would instantly elicit a forced “HAHH!!!” sound followed by a trail of silent/slightly audible giggles, while her skinny arms and legs flailed wildly. I toggled between her belly, ribs, and armpits with fingers and teeth, leaving her helpless to guess where she would be tickled next. Eventually I zeroed in on her ribs, nibbling away as I held her wrists, causing her to cackle uncontrollably like a witch. In the midst of her frenzied tickle session she admitted something that came as kind of a surprise to us both: “OK, maybe i like being tickled.”
In the weeks that followed we continued to hook up and she continued to let me tickle her with virtually no resistance. Explaining to me that “no!!” didn’t mean stop. One time that sticks out in my mind was when I stretched her slender body out under mine and prodded her lower tummy with my fingertips sending her into a fit of laughter through which she exclaimed “NOT THE BELLY!” I immediately desisted (much to her dismay) but the implication that her svelte stomach was too ticklish to bear my electric touch was music to my ears. She used to jokingly ask “aren’t you afraid I’m gonna squirm away” in an attempt to get me to tie her up so I could have my way with her.
We never got around to incorporating bondage or even establishing a safe word and eventually lost touch, as tinder matches often do. Though our connection might have faded into the ether I count her as one of my favorite play partners of the year, and kink wasn’t even a part of our initial discussions. I’m sharing this story to encourage everyone not to lose hope. Maybe you haven’t gotten to ‘play’ in a while, maybe never. However, there are “vanilla” people out there who will allow you to indulge your kink….hell, they might even like it!
Cut to the following weekend in my bedroom, we’re naked and I’m on top kissing her neck, when I go in for the kill. I delicately dig my fingers into her ribs and she erupts with roaring laughter, I hang back to let her catch her breath and she explains “I’m really ticklish!” (which was apparent at this point but I have to admit I love hearing that phrase). I told her something to the effect of ‘i like that’ and we continued to kiss and fuck with intermittent tickles throughout. Her laughter was spasmodic, my tickling fingers would instantly elicit a forced “HAHH!!!” sound followed by a trail of silent/slightly audible giggles, while her skinny arms and legs flailed wildly. I toggled between her belly, ribs, and armpits with fingers and teeth, leaving her helpless to guess where she would be tickled next. Eventually I zeroed in on her ribs, nibbling away as I held her wrists, causing her to cackle uncontrollably like a witch. In the midst of her frenzied tickle session she admitted something that came as kind of a surprise to us both: “OK, maybe i like being tickled.”
In the weeks that followed we continued to hook up and she continued to let me tickle her with virtually no resistance. Explaining to me that “no!!” didn’t mean stop. One time that sticks out in my mind was when I stretched her slender body out under mine and prodded her lower tummy with my fingertips sending her into a fit of laughter through which she exclaimed “NOT THE BELLY!” I immediately desisted (much to her dismay) but the implication that her svelte stomach was too ticklish to bear my electric touch was music to my ears. She used to jokingly ask “aren’t you afraid I’m gonna squirm away” in an attempt to get me to tie her up so I could have my way with her.
We never got around to incorporating bondage or even establishing a safe word and eventually lost touch, as tinder matches often do. Though our connection might have faded into the ether I count her as one of my favorite play partners of the year, and kink wasn’t even a part of our initial discussions. I’m sharing this story to encourage everyone not to lose hope. Maybe you haven’t gotten to ‘play’ in a while, maybe never. However, there are “vanilla” people out there who will allow you to indulge your kink….hell, they might even like it!
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