Myths and Majesty
This thread covers a couple of concepts that are near and dear to me. One of the things I so much enjoy about tickling is the fact that the wife has many reactions caused by her tickle reflex that go beyond simple laughing. One of my favorite positions to get her into is to pin her down on the bed with her arms pulled up over her head and held under my legs. This is best when she also is without the tiniest protection of even a stitch of clothing. She is DESPERATE to pull her arms down to protect her ribs, and this I never allow. Then, the only thing she can do while I tickle her is to TRY to save herself is to kick her feet up and down. As that provides her zero help, she tries to take her mind off of her plight by stamping her feet through the mattress. I can't resist the fact that this has always been a reflex reaction, and as fun as it is to watch, it just makes me want to tickle with more enthusiasm. We'll come back to this thought.
Remember, life is more subjective than anything else. Most of what follows is IMHO.
When I was a youngster, I used to love warm summer afternoons at the beach. Beaches show true cross sections of the "at large" society. We are bombarded daily in the ads of the papers, magazines and in the ads of motion picture variety with what is required for true quality of life. For example, it's a widely known fact that true beauty among females requires nubile youth. Is this Myth No. 1? It leads me to wonder why it was that even as an eighteen year old at the beach, I considered the woman of her late 30's and early 40's to be the most radiant. I guess it stands to reason, then, that when I took a wife, she would be younger than me. Cest la vie, or something like that. Yet Mother Nature has a good deal of kindness about her. Since the older woman is still the best looking, I have had the pleasure of watching mine get better with each passing day.
Still, you can trade teases. I tell her from time to time that maybe we should think about bringing in some younger broads. She reminds me that the time was when I was decent in mathematics. She says I should try to always remember that 18 goes into 50 more often than 50 goes into 18 (or, for that matter, 50 goes into 50) so maybe it's strapping lads we need in this house.
There are other very important ideas that we need to assimilate from those daily ads. One is contrary to a second subject of this thread and goes hand-in-hand with the desirability of that nubile creature of the female persuasion. It parrots the old bromide that the ladies can never be too rich or too thin. Perhaps that's Myth No. 2. I used to frequently tickle this really slender woman, and a looker, too. I have done so many times in her life, as she has on several different occasions become both slender as when we first met, then she has grown into a far more curvaceous woman and moved the scales back and forth again. I'm most frequently an upper body tickler. When my wife is the slender woman, her ribs are fun to tickle because you can see and play with EVERY SINGLE RIB, over, under, along and between EACH ONE for effect, and that effect is delicious. The thing of it is, is, my slender beauty added a bit o' woman every time she had a baby. Then, with each tickling, something entirely different would happen. That's when I noticed MY personal preference was to tickle a beauty more of the curvette vatiety. Remember that favorite position of mine. Well, it came to be that the more curvaceous she was, the more fun it was to get her in that position and watch her react. In that pinned down postion explained above, that reflexive reaction in her legs and feet gets more desperate as she tries more to escape with each passing year. It's quite a problem for her, because her feet kicking up and down in response to the tickling together with her more curvaceous life style is as sexy as sexy can be. In addition, it says right here that the armpits of your big girl type are ten times more fun and attractive and irresistible and …
Myth No. 3 is something I came to know, but have rarely dwelt on in any tickle forum. As we all know from common culture, big girls aren't supposed to be sexual beings, that is, they can have no interest in sex. Besides tickling, I always found another fun thing to do with a woman is to stroke and caress her to see if I can't develop some explosive qualities inside her. It seems when you play with a woman's body, you turn on a time bomb inside her. It also seems that my really ticklish woman is more susceptible to this activity.
The thing of it is, is, I noticed that my wife remained a sexual being regardless of her age or the percent of bed she claimed for per own. Here's the deal. After the birth of each of our kids, the more explosive she became. It's really fun to play with her until she has to attack. Then, look out!. There's nothing remotely passive a woman in such a state. When you are lighting the fuse of a woman, she's creating a mountain, and when she explodes, she goes mountain climbing. In doing so, she delivers the best sex anywhere. When she does this on Friday night, you want to do it again on Saturday morning. It's that way exactly because of how fantastic she is at this activity. And graceful! Remember it was the Saturn rocket that was the biggest and most powerful ever built, yet she took off with beauty and grace and she sent Apollo to the moon.
What I came to know is that such women aren't that way in spite of their curves, they are that way because of their curves. I don't believe we will ever see common culture take this thought to heart. It seems like the duty of common culture to suppress this kind of idea. However, I'm not the only one that thinks this way.
Irish folk music is a reflection of a people made up of minstrels, raconteurs and poets. Irish folk songs are of insurrection or love or simply the humor of human foibles. There may be many of these, but there is a part in an Irish folk song that explains how vital additional curves are to female beauty. It goes like this:
Chris O'Foss, he stole a hoss,
and ere they strung him up the boss
saif if any girl will marry him
the man goes free.
Well, up stepped Widow Twanky
She was lean and she was lanky
And she said, Kind Sir I'll tankee,
Hand him down to me.
That's why they're buryin' him.
That's why the poor man's dead.
That's why their hurryin' him
Off to his last long bed.
He took one glance at his last chance,
Then string me up he said…
That's why they're buryin' him…
That's why the poor man's dead…
I always suspected that Widow Twanky was also known to not be a tickle babe. There are some handicaps that are just too much to overlook…
Hiram
