Let's see.....what's one I can remember off the top of my head.....what's the first one that comes to mind.......why am I drawing a blank.......which one will it land on.......................
Ha!.........just thought of a little one, don't know why, but this is the one popped up. Just a little thing.
The first one that popped in my mind is I'm in college, towards the end, and my old high school girlfriend came to see me play at this party, I can't remember much, we had broken up, and I hadn't seen in her a few years, and now she was single again, and somehow we must have had some contact and she came to my college to this party. It's fuzzy. I remember I hadn't seen in her a while, and in that time, she had gotten glasses, which kills me, I love that...I remember a friend of mine later telling me that he thought that she was putting on the glasses to appear more intellectual, which I thought was a terrible thing to say, and I didn't agree at all. My girl was always cool, with a capital K.
I didn't know how this was going to go over, and we actually didn't spend too much time at the party together because I got roped into playing in an impromptu jam session. A really bad one, I might add!
But what started as just friends reconnecting, the more we hung around each other, and circled other throughout the night, we're both looking at each other and we know something's going to happen....I think they call this phenomenon....lust!
We definitely weren't going to be getting back together! But we both had grown up a little, a lot......she had great poise that night.....that's what I remember, she was not my giggly high school girlfriend anymore, she was holding her own, handling herself......she was very cool, and the more I saw of her just mingling at the party, the more I realized....I wanted to take her back to my room.
And she said sure, like it was no big deal. And as we're walking, I grab her hand, and we just fall right back into it.
When we're back in my room....I don't remember much......but what I do remember is the moment I got her again......she was ALWAYS a fantastic ticklee......did she still have it? Was there any chance in hell I WOULDN'T try?
I can't remember if we're standing, or we're on the bed, or she's on my lap....all I remember is I have her upperbody easily covered, her sides, and her ribs....and she's laughing and trying to get away, and the moment it started...and didn't stop......it all came back to her. "Oh my god, I forgot about you......."were her last words before my hands put her under.......into at least a moment of total surrender. Now that I think about it, we were on the bed, because she was trying to get away but put herself in a corner, which didn't help her cause very much! I can still hear the bed creaking, lol.....the rustling of sheets caused by a body in distress......
Obviously, I wasn't going to tickle her right out my life again, so after a normal-sized tickling you'd dish out in a situation like that, we went back to making out and the rest of it..........
....but that moment, where it dawned on her, and you could see it in her face......she had been playing it cool all night, she was the Belle of the Ball.....and then for her to suddenly realize...that she had just put herself in the lion's lair........isn't that the way it always is, though? 😉
.......she felt great to tickle, that much I remember.
Epilogue!
I have a tape of me and her, sitting around, talking, goofing around, and throughout the tape, I keep tickling her a bit. A few years ago, I found this tape, digitized it.....and went out to see her. We sat around her table, reminiscing.....she even gave me a haircut!....and I play her this tape.....and she's sitting there, with a giant smile on her face, just looking at the speakers, and her younger self coming out of them....she's transfixed......big smile.....waiting to see what happens next on the tape....laughing at things we say....her with her first boyfriend.......she was just looking at the speakers with utter affection....
And when the tickling started, her smile widened and she started laughing, in recognition on what's happening to her younger self, laughing WITH her younger self, laughing AT her younger self........as if she's happy that girl got tickled, all those years ago.........and she's laughing and nodding in recognition, and she actually picked up her hands, and made a tickling motion under both her arms.....that was the connotation for her, interestingly enough.........it was beautiful.
She didn't grimace and look at me with disgust, shake her head and say "you're disgusting".....she knows about this thing, she knows I have it......instead she loved hearing it, and she loved hearing herself getting tickled. She never mentioned "tickle fetish" or anything. It was a real beautiful moment.
Ha!.........just thought of a little one, don't know why, but this is the one popped up. Just a little thing.
The first one that popped in my mind is I'm in college, towards the end, and my old high school girlfriend came to see me play at this party, I can't remember much, we had broken up, and I hadn't seen in her a few years, and now she was single again, and somehow we must have had some contact and she came to my college to this party. It's fuzzy. I remember I hadn't seen in her a while, and in that time, she had gotten glasses, which kills me, I love that...I remember a friend of mine later telling me that he thought that she was putting on the glasses to appear more intellectual, which I thought was a terrible thing to say, and I didn't agree at all. My girl was always cool, with a capital K.
I didn't know how this was going to go over, and we actually didn't spend too much time at the party together because I got roped into playing in an impromptu jam session. A really bad one, I might add!
But what started as just friends reconnecting, the more we hung around each other, and circled other throughout the night, we're both looking at each other and we know something's going to happen....I think they call this phenomenon....lust!
We definitely weren't going to be getting back together! But we both had grown up a little, a lot......she had great poise that night.....that's what I remember, she was not my giggly high school girlfriend anymore, she was holding her own, handling herself......she was very cool, and the more I saw of her just mingling at the party, the more I realized....I wanted to take her back to my room.
And she said sure, like it was no big deal. And as we're walking, I grab her hand, and we just fall right back into it.
When we're back in my room....I don't remember much......but what I do remember is the moment I got her again......she was ALWAYS a fantastic ticklee......did she still have it? Was there any chance in hell I WOULDN'T try?
I can't remember if we're standing, or we're on the bed, or she's on my lap....all I remember is I have her upperbody easily covered, her sides, and her ribs....and she's laughing and trying to get away, and the moment it started...and didn't stop......it all came back to her. "Oh my god, I forgot about you......."were her last words before my hands put her under.......into at least a moment of total surrender. Now that I think about it, we were on the bed, because she was trying to get away but put herself in a corner, which didn't help her cause very much! I can still hear the bed creaking, lol.....the rustling of sheets caused by a body in distress......
Obviously, I wasn't going to tickle her right out my life again, so after a normal-sized tickling you'd dish out in a situation like that, we went back to making out and the rest of it..........
....but that moment, where it dawned on her, and you could see it in her face......she had been playing it cool all night, she was the Belle of the Ball.....and then for her to suddenly realize...that she had just put herself in the lion's lair........isn't that the way it always is, though? 😉
.......she felt great to tickle, that much I remember.
Epilogue!
I have a tape of me and her, sitting around, talking, goofing around, and throughout the tape, I keep tickling her a bit. A few years ago, I found this tape, digitized it.....and went out to see her. We sat around her table, reminiscing.....she even gave me a haircut!....and I play her this tape.....and she's sitting there, with a giant smile on her face, just looking at the speakers, and her younger self coming out of them....she's transfixed......big smile.....waiting to see what happens next on the tape....laughing at things we say....her with her first boyfriend.......she was just looking at the speakers with utter affection....
And when the tickling started, her smile widened and she started laughing, in recognition on what's happening to her younger self, laughing WITH her younger self, laughing AT her younger self........as if she's happy that girl got tickled, all those years ago.........and she's laughing and nodding in recognition, and she actually picked up her hands, and made a tickling motion under both her arms.....that was the connotation for her, interestingly enough.........it was beautiful.
She didn't grimace and look at me with disgust, shake her head and say "you're disgusting".....she knows about this thing, she knows I have it......instead she loved hearing it, and she loved hearing herself getting tickled. She never mentioned "tickle fetish" or anything. It was a real beautiful moment.
