I finally had that "What if somebody close to you asks why you went to Philadelphia" moment. I emailed my oldest and most dearest friend as to my safe return home like I promised her. We have been best friends since Jr. High School and have always told each other the truth. And this time she wouldn't leave the 'I'm just visiting with some friends' as an answer and decided to probe a little deeper. I feared to lose her in any aspect if she had thoughts of me being some type of real deviant, not just a loveable trouble maker with a tickling fetish. In short, I didn't want to lose her as a friend.
So......I decided that the half truth and dodge game was over and to let the cards fall. I am ashamed to tell the reader that I misjudged her and that she said she loves me and is only interested in all that I do. I doubted her opinion of me after I told her the whole story of me and the TMF, but my being a stupid male forgot as usual that women are not only more perceptive than men for the most part they understand personalities and preferences much better than the male. She asked all the questions that I knew would make me cringe when the time came for me to face them. I cringed. Bigtime.
So we talked about the just fun tickling as opposed to the sexual aspects of it. How many times I've been to a gathering, have I played, am I a lee or ler, top or bottom, Dom or Sub, bondage, type of bondage, special made furniture, leather cuffs, and my take on all of it. I won't go into it but I really squirmed when orgasm tickling and denial was brought up. She always had a way to get the truth out of me without much effort. I don't mind it though. We helped each other a lot as teens by just being there when needed. So I told her what most of you already know about me and my times at gatherings. She even had me send her the link so I wouldn't be surprised if she is lurking at this very moment. And she did confess to a little bondage play in college and she has a dominant streak in her. And she is as nuts as I am only smarter, which makes her more dangerous.
Confession, they say, is good for the soul. I have been answering questions for two days now and I do feel good. She is one in a million.
So......I decided that the half truth and dodge game was over and to let the cards fall. I am ashamed to tell the reader that I misjudged her and that she said she loves me and is only interested in all that I do. I doubted her opinion of me after I told her the whole story of me and the TMF, but my being a stupid male forgot as usual that women are not only more perceptive than men for the most part they understand personalities and preferences much better than the male. She asked all the questions that I knew would make me cringe when the time came for me to face them. I cringed. Bigtime.
So we talked about the just fun tickling as opposed to the sexual aspects of it. How many times I've been to a gathering, have I played, am I a lee or ler, top or bottom, Dom or Sub, bondage, type of bondage, special made furniture, leather cuffs, and my take on all of it. I won't go into it but I really squirmed when orgasm tickling and denial was brought up. She always had a way to get the truth out of me without much effort. I don't mind it though. We helped each other a lot as teens by just being there when needed. So I told her what most of you already know about me and my times at gatherings. She even had me send her the link so I wouldn't be surprised if she is lurking at this very moment. And she did confess to a little bondage play in college and she has a dominant streak in her. And she is as nuts as I am only smarter, which makes her more dangerous.
Confession, they say, is good for the soul. I have been answering questions for two days now and I do feel good. She is one in a million.
