I thought it was about time for my first blog entry, and I wanted to begin by writing about this wonderful fetish of ours!
I am often asked the question, “How long have you been into tickling?” in which I always reply by saying, “I was born this way!” as Lady Gaga’s song rolls around inside my head. Haha! But it’s true. My earliest memory of tickling was two-fold. One, I must have been around the age of 4 or 5 when I was sitting in my home looking at the cover of a record album: “Rozenshontz: Tickles You!” It was a picture of these two guys sprawled on the floor with a few kids and everyone was tickling each other. I am not into tickling kids, however, I was just a child myself at the time and I was mesmerized by this picture and looked at it often. I actually found this very photo online one day and saved it in a folder as this is what triggered this fetish in me.
The other early memory of tickling was when I was about the same age – perhaps even younger – 3 or 4 years old and I was at my great grandmother’s house with several other family members. A couple of aunts and cousins and I were all upstairs in a bedroom, playing on an old bed. I was in between two of my aunts and they started tickling me. Of course I immediately reacted and was thrashing about until my head bumped into the big, wooden headboard and I started crying. My mother rescued me then, but that is all I remember about it.
I’ve always kept my love of tickling a secret. I’m definitely a natural lee, but as time went on, the ler in me grew as well. Today I call myself a switch, but I will always lean more toward the lee side. It was my biggest kept secret, even though thoughts of tickling were glaringly obvious to me as I was growing up. My mind was obsessed with these thoughts and fantasies! I would look up anything to do with the word “tickle” in the dictionary. Haha! I always knew that I loved tickling more than the average person, but because I was so shy growing up, I did not have many experiences with tickling and tried to avoid being tickled at all times for fear that everyone would know how much I love it.
Let me tell you about a few of those experiences. When I was in grade 4 and 5, there were a few kids in my classroom who enjoyed playing “tickle tag” at recess. I remember this one boy, Adam, who had a crush on me, would often chase all the girls and tickle them. In the same class, there was also this girl, Alicia. She was a pretty, dark-haired girl. I went over to her house one day, and I do believe it was her idea to play a tickle game. I think for the most part, we chased each other around her basement, tickling each other until she accidentally bumped herself on a piece of furniture. I tried to tickle her to cheer her up, but she pouted on the couch, saying that she wasn’t ticklish at all when she was hurt. Haha! She was right though – and I tried! I didn’t get any reaction out of her for several minutes afterwards.
Same school, same group of kids – I was sitting beside my best friend at the time doing our work. I sneak-tickled her on purpose in class while everyone was quietly working – just tickled her sides quickly...nothing very long or noticeable, but she shrieked out loud! The teacher wanted to know what happened and she wasn’t shy at all to tell the teacher, “She tickled me!” Nothing more was said about it, but it sure embarrassed me. LOL I never tried something like that again.
About the same time, my mother would babysit a brother and sister in our area, and they would often play at our house. I remember the three of us playing another tickle game. It was their idea – not mine! LOL Another form of tickle tag, I think, but you were only allowed to crawl; so the three of us are crawling around the floor, chasing and tickling each other. I still remember their names: Ryan and Melissa. At one point, I was stuck in a corner and Ryan came over – quite happily, mind you – to try to tickle me. I remember he tried tickling my neck and ribs, but I was curled into a ball, and he really rather sucked as a ler anyway. Haha! He couldn’t get a reaction out of me and he knew it!
His sister and I, however, played our own game together one day. There was this very short hallway in the house that could be closed off on every side by all the doors to other rooms. We kept only one door open to another room so we could have a little bit of light – other than that, the hallway was dark. Again – this was her idea! One of us would be the “husband” and one of us was the “wife”. One of us would lie down in the hallway on their back and the other would lie down on top of the person, facing them. The one on the bottom would say “Why are you on top of me?” and the one on top would say, “Because I’m going to tickle you!” and the “top” person would proceed to tickle the person until they couldn’t take it anymore and then we would switch. Haha! Silly game, but it was cute...fun even.
I seem to have most of my childhood tickle memories around this time of my life. In that same house was a university student named Bill. He was living with us while he went to school. He and I formed quite the bond together. He would have been in his mid to late 20’s, while I was about 9 or 10 years old. Now, in my mind, I was always older. I felt as though I always had a certain maturity at my age that most other kids did not possess. I will have to write a separate entry on Bill.
When I was about the age of 16, I discovered the Internet! I would search around for “tickling” on the Web and came across several many wonderful sites! I would pour over stories, pictures, and web sites hardly believing my luck in that I was not the only one out there! It was also then that I realized that what I had was a fetish – thoughts of tickling that would consume me almost every minute of the day! Haha!
There was only one other tickling story I can think of that happened to me with a vanilla person. I was in grade 12 and it was my first year in that particular high school. I was still very shy and very good at being invisible. But there was this one guy, Jason who seemed to have a bit of a crush on me. He’d like to come up to me in the hallway when I was at my locker and sneak-tickle me in the ribs. I would try my best not to react and he’d eventually quit, but she seemed to enjoy doing that to me. LOL I often wished that he would ask me out, but he never did.
I once made a website that included a few pictures of my feet, an interview of me, some favourite stories I had collected and a few early tickle dreams I had – all put together on this website I made. But I remember, before having my own camera, placing my foot on the scanner so that I could take a picture of my feet that way – Haha! I am sure I have lost all of those files though, unfortunately. I think I’ve come a long way now, from learning how to erase the history online and to even go “Incognito” – a very good thing to know when you are living in the house with other family members! LOL!
When I finally moved out on my own around the age of 20, I discovered our TMF and began my “fetish life” here! I’ve changed my name a few times in the past several years of being here and even ignored this place for a few of them due to life getting in the way. Haha! But this will always be my home and I have met some of the best people ever here! I’m looking forward to one day meeting up with my wonderful friends and having more tickle fun than we could ever imagine! Haha! Happy Tickling!
~ Shygirl aka The Barefoot Maiden
I am often asked the question, “How long have you been into tickling?” in which I always reply by saying, “I was born this way!” as Lady Gaga’s song rolls around inside my head. Haha! But it’s true. My earliest memory of tickling was two-fold. One, I must have been around the age of 4 or 5 when I was sitting in my home looking at the cover of a record album: “Rozenshontz: Tickles You!” It was a picture of these two guys sprawled on the floor with a few kids and everyone was tickling each other. I am not into tickling kids, however, I was just a child myself at the time and I was mesmerized by this picture and looked at it often. I actually found this very photo online one day and saved it in a folder as this is what triggered this fetish in me.
The other early memory of tickling was when I was about the same age – perhaps even younger – 3 or 4 years old and I was at my great grandmother’s house with several other family members. A couple of aunts and cousins and I were all upstairs in a bedroom, playing on an old bed. I was in between two of my aunts and they started tickling me. Of course I immediately reacted and was thrashing about until my head bumped into the big, wooden headboard and I started crying. My mother rescued me then, but that is all I remember about it.
I’ve always kept my love of tickling a secret. I’m definitely a natural lee, but as time went on, the ler in me grew as well. Today I call myself a switch, but I will always lean more toward the lee side. It was my biggest kept secret, even though thoughts of tickling were glaringly obvious to me as I was growing up. My mind was obsessed with these thoughts and fantasies! I would look up anything to do with the word “tickle” in the dictionary. Haha! I always knew that I loved tickling more than the average person, but because I was so shy growing up, I did not have many experiences with tickling and tried to avoid being tickled at all times for fear that everyone would know how much I love it.
Let me tell you about a few of those experiences. When I was in grade 4 and 5, there were a few kids in my classroom who enjoyed playing “tickle tag” at recess. I remember this one boy, Adam, who had a crush on me, would often chase all the girls and tickle them. In the same class, there was also this girl, Alicia. She was a pretty, dark-haired girl. I went over to her house one day, and I do believe it was her idea to play a tickle game. I think for the most part, we chased each other around her basement, tickling each other until she accidentally bumped herself on a piece of furniture. I tried to tickle her to cheer her up, but she pouted on the couch, saying that she wasn’t ticklish at all when she was hurt. Haha! She was right though – and I tried! I didn’t get any reaction out of her for several minutes afterwards.
Same school, same group of kids – I was sitting beside my best friend at the time doing our work. I sneak-tickled her on purpose in class while everyone was quietly working – just tickled her sides quickly...nothing very long or noticeable, but she shrieked out loud! The teacher wanted to know what happened and she wasn’t shy at all to tell the teacher, “She tickled me!” Nothing more was said about it, but it sure embarrassed me. LOL I never tried something like that again.
About the same time, my mother would babysit a brother and sister in our area, and they would often play at our house. I remember the three of us playing another tickle game. It was their idea – not mine! LOL Another form of tickle tag, I think, but you were only allowed to crawl; so the three of us are crawling around the floor, chasing and tickling each other. I still remember their names: Ryan and Melissa. At one point, I was stuck in a corner and Ryan came over – quite happily, mind you – to try to tickle me. I remember he tried tickling my neck and ribs, but I was curled into a ball, and he really rather sucked as a ler anyway. Haha! He couldn’t get a reaction out of me and he knew it!
His sister and I, however, played our own game together one day. There was this very short hallway in the house that could be closed off on every side by all the doors to other rooms. We kept only one door open to another room so we could have a little bit of light – other than that, the hallway was dark. Again – this was her idea! One of us would be the “husband” and one of us was the “wife”. One of us would lie down in the hallway on their back and the other would lie down on top of the person, facing them. The one on the bottom would say “Why are you on top of me?” and the one on top would say, “Because I’m going to tickle you!” and the “top” person would proceed to tickle the person until they couldn’t take it anymore and then we would switch. Haha! Silly game, but it was cute...fun even.
I seem to have most of my childhood tickle memories around this time of my life. In that same house was a university student named Bill. He was living with us while he went to school. He and I formed quite the bond together. He would have been in his mid to late 20’s, while I was about 9 or 10 years old. Now, in my mind, I was always older. I felt as though I always had a certain maturity at my age that most other kids did not possess. I will have to write a separate entry on Bill.
When I was about the age of 16, I discovered the Internet! I would search around for “tickling” on the Web and came across several many wonderful sites! I would pour over stories, pictures, and web sites hardly believing my luck in that I was not the only one out there! It was also then that I realized that what I had was a fetish – thoughts of tickling that would consume me almost every minute of the day! Haha!
There was only one other tickling story I can think of that happened to me with a vanilla person. I was in grade 12 and it was my first year in that particular high school. I was still very shy and very good at being invisible. But there was this one guy, Jason who seemed to have a bit of a crush on me. He’d like to come up to me in the hallway when I was at my locker and sneak-tickle me in the ribs. I would try my best not to react and he’d eventually quit, but she seemed to enjoy doing that to me. LOL I often wished that he would ask me out, but he never did.
I once made a website that included a few pictures of my feet, an interview of me, some favourite stories I had collected and a few early tickle dreams I had – all put together on this website I made. But I remember, before having my own camera, placing my foot on the scanner so that I could take a picture of my feet that way – Haha! I am sure I have lost all of those files though, unfortunately. I think I’ve come a long way now, from learning how to erase the history online and to even go “Incognito” – a very good thing to know when you are living in the house with other family members! LOL!
When I finally moved out on my own around the age of 20, I discovered our TMF and began my “fetish life” here! I’ve changed my name a few times in the past several years of being here and even ignored this place for a few of them due to life getting in the way. Haha! But this will always be my home and I have met some of the best people ever here! I’m looking forward to one day meeting up with my wonderful friends and having more tickle fun than we could ever imagine! Haha! Happy Tickling!
~ Shygirl aka The Barefoot Maiden
