There comes that moment. The moment you know something has to give. The moment you know that your fetish must truly be fed...regularly. The moment you realize your partner can't and/or won't handle it.
There are things I crave that only another ticklephile would understand. The craving for random tickles, given and received. The need for a session. The need to miss the movie because...well, I'm going to win. 😉
There comes a time to begin releasing what will never work, and be honest about what's needed. That time was last night.
Does he know? No. He doesn't get how bad it is. He doesn't get it. I guess if he finds this blog he'll know. But I think somewhere deep...he knows I'm unhappy. I won't be happy until I find a male lee/switch.
Bottom line is I won't be happy until I feel like I'm unique instead of a freak.
There are things I crave that only another ticklephile would understand. The craving for random tickles, given and received. The need for a session. The need to miss the movie because...well, I'm going to win. 😉
There comes a time to begin releasing what will never work, and be honest about what's needed. That time was last night.
Does he know? No. He doesn't get how bad it is. He doesn't get it. I guess if he finds this blog he'll know. But I think somewhere deep...he knows I'm unhappy. I won't be happy until I find a male lee/switch.
Bottom line is I won't be happy until I feel like I'm unique instead of a freak.
