When you compare play with friends vs. playing with someone you are in a relationship with (in love with, even mutually physically attracted to) it just doesn't come close. The experiences are so different that the vast spaces between them feel miles and miles apart.
Now- That doesn't mean that I don't enjoy platonic play. I do! It is a lot of fun! And I definitely fully intend of continuing my tickle play among friends.
I love the community as a whole. Meeting new ticklephiles is often a super cool experience. Whether we are just friends that hang and talk, or friends who play... hang... and talk LOL... what I'm saying is that it's ALL good!
BUT- The play just does not compare to how even the slightest touch, softest tickle feels from someone with shared love and passion (even lust- if I may be so bold) behind it. That extra fuel is like adding flavor and seasoning to a bland dish!
I once told a friend it was like comparing a name brand item to a poorly made, cheap knock off or like comparing homemade ice cream to frozen yogurt. It's fun! It'll do! But the sensations are almost muted to me. It's almost like every touch is amplified when you are into the person who is touching you.... And if there is love behind that touch- behind that intent to tease, torture, devastate, and destroy... everything is just more intense. And the power of that touch just comes with waves after waves after waves of passion.
That being said- sigh!
I could have stayed next to him all night last night, but I was a good gal (sort of) and drove home. Slept through the night for the first time in forever. Can't stop thinking about his kiss, his touch, his gentle strength, his tickling fingers. He just knows my body better than anyone else.
I know I'll feel foolish in a couple of days, but right now I'm just going to enjoy it.
Now- That doesn't mean that I don't enjoy platonic play. I do! It is a lot of fun! And I definitely fully intend of continuing my tickle play among friends.
I love the community as a whole. Meeting new ticklephiles is often a super cool experience. Whether we are just friends that hang and talk, or friends who play... hang... and talk LOL... what I'm saying is that it's ALL good!
BUT- The play just does not compare to how even the slightest touch, softest tickle feels from someone with shared love and passion (even lust- if I may be so bold) behind it. That extra fuel is like adding flavor and seasoning to a bland dish!
I once told a friend it was like comparing a name brand item to a poorly made, cheap knock off or like comparing homemade ice cream to frozen yogurt. It's fun! It'll do! But the sensations are almost muted to me. It's almost like every touch is amplified when you are into the person who is touching you.... And if there is love behind that touch- behind that intent to tease, torture, devastate, and destroy... everything is just more intense. And the power of that touch just comes with waves after waves after waves of passion.
That being said- sigh!
I could have stayed next to him all night last night, but I was a good gal (sort of) and drove home. Slept through the night for the first time in forever. Can't stop thinking about his kiss, his touch, his gentle strength, his tickling fingers. He just knows my body better than anyone else.
I know I'll feel foolish in a couple of days, but right now I'm just going to enjoy it.
I would like to say, this...