Death's in the wind...this year for sure.......happens to the best of them.....even ticklees with the most beautiful spirits that explode into the air and linger forever, even after they themselves are gone....it's hard to believe......difficut to accept.....
The first girl I ever met who liked, nay, LOVED being tickled, and enthused about it at length to me, was one of the more special people I've ever encountered. Warm, talented - she was a dancer and a pianist - smiley, smart.....funny.....I guess that's how I describe alot of these women but what I can I say....that's my "type". Individualistic. So much fun to be around. Completely unpretentious.
Curly chestnut hair, big brown eyes....awww.....super soft white skin, she had beautiful skin, super soft, even when you'd just shake hands with her, like touching silk.......and when she got tickled, she'd giggle delighted, never put up a fight, went right to laughter at first touch, watched you do it to her, fascinated.......
She was best friends with another good friend of mine of whom I've written about elsewhere on the Forum, who was NOT ticklish....( I was able to tickle her into hysterics once.....but in her words tickling "was a waste of time.")
It turned out her best friend - the subject of this writing - did not feel the same way! These two were inseparable.....but they were complete opposites on this one issue!
"I LOVE being ticklish!" she said - and whenever she talked about tickling with me, she got really wide-eyed and sensual and flirty...normally we were just buddies....only when it came to tickling....."I LOVE being ticklish!.....It means my whole body is sensitive!"
I don't know why but the fact that these two friends had such extreme reactions from...."it's a waste of time" to "I LOVE being ticklish".....blew my mind at the time, heheh. At this time of my life, I was living like a troubador, crashing on people's couches and the like while we all worked together on theatre pieces. So one night I crashed with her, just as friends, though I do remember having a grasp of her ankle and tickling this long, super soft sole, and her giggling and kind've taking it! Kind've letting me tickle her.
Soon, she started going out with one of my friends, and one night, soon after they had "hooked up" we were all together at the "unticklish" friend's apartment. So it was me, the unticklish friend, and her with her new boyfriend. At some point, he started to tickle her, and she just laughed completely delighted, making her "unticklish" friend laugh and taunt her while she was getting tickled. (we'll call her "Tara") her friend was saying "Taraaaaa.......I know you love it!........." while "Tara" squealed and kind've tried to slide down (we were all on the floor, she had been sitting leaning back into him, so he totally had her engulfed.)
poor sweetie. time goes by so fast, it feels like just a few years, maybe.....4 years or something like that....we were all together in that room and her girlish giggle filled the air. But it's been much longer and I recently found out that she's gone now. Been gone, in fact, for a long time. Too young. Too beautiful. How could this happen.
But I have her spirit bottled up in me, it'll never go away. I can hear her, I can see her, I can still feel her......and I'll never forget the feeling of sheer disbelief when I learned from her that some women actually loved this thing, this thing I can't shake. She could never ever know how much she helped me.
'scuse me while I kiss the sky.......
The first girl I ever met who liked, nay, LOVED being tickled, and enthused about it at length to me, was one of the more special people I've ever encountered. Warm, talented - she was a dancer and a pianist - smiley, smart.....funny.....I guess that's how I describe alot of these women but what I can I say....that's my "type". Individualistic. So much fun to be around. Completely unpretentious.
Curly chestnut hair, big brown eyes....awww.....super soft white skin, she had beautiful skin, super soft, even when you'd just shake hands with her, like touching silk.......and when she got tickled, she'd giggle delighted, never put up a fight, went right to laughter at first touch, watched you do it to her, fascinated.......
She was best friends with another good friend of mine of whom I've written about elsewhere on the Forum, who was NOT ticklish....( I was able to tickle her into hysterics once.....but in her words tickling "was a waste of time.")
It turned out her best friend - the subject of this writing - did not feel the same way! These two were inseparable.....but they were complete opposites on this one issue!
"I LOVE being ticklish!" she said - and whenever she talked about tickling with me, she got really wide-eyed and sensual and flirty...normally we were just buddies....only when it came to tickling....."I LOVE being ticklish!.....It means my whole body is sensitive!"
I don't know why but the fact that these two friends had such extreme reactions from...."it's a waste of time" to "I LOVE being ticklish".....blew my mind at the time, heheh. At this time of my life, I was living like a troubador, crashing on people's couches and the like while we all worked together on theatre pieces. So one night I crashed with her, just as friends, though I do remember having a grasp of her ankle and tickling this long, super soft sole, and her giggling and kind've taking it! Kind've letting me tickle her.
Soon, she started going out with one of my friends, and one night, soon after they had "hooked up" we were all together at the "unticklish" friend's apartment. So it was me, the unticklish friend, and her with her new boyfriend. At some point, he started to tickle her, and she just laughed completely delighted, making her "unticklish" friend laugh and taunt her while she was getting tickled. (we'll call her "Tara") her friend was saying "Taraaaaa.......I know you love it!........." while "Tara" squealed and kind've tried to slide down (we were all on the floor, she had been sitting leaning back into him, so he totally had her engulfed.)
poor sweetie. time goes by so fast, it feels like just a few years, maybe.....4 years or something like that....we were all together in that room and her girlish giggle filled the air. But it's been much longer and I recently found out that she's gone now. Been gone, in fact, for a long time. Too young. Too beautiful. How could this happen.
But I have her spirit bottled up in me, it'll never go away. I can hear her, I can see her, I can still feel her......and I'll never forget the feeling of sheer disbelief when I learned from her that some women actually loved this thing, this thing I can't shake. She could never ever know how much she helped me.
'scuse me while I kiss the sky.......
