Several years ago, after having gone through a tough recovery from a severed long-term relationship, I started to re-evaluate my priorities and seek some new experiences. As a naturally born ticklephile, I'd definitely had my share of short and sweet tickling experiences, but never had I met up with anyone from the tickling community or had a real, true session. In the few years of soul searching after my relationship ended, I decided that in order to make the kinds of connections I wanted, I needed to be more vulnerable, deciding that vulnerability is the great bridge that binds us together as humans. So in my online discussions, I decided to practice sharing more about myself than I typically would feel comfortable with. I found that when I was more vulnerable, others would often respond in kind. In a short time, I bonded with, and learned more about, more people in the tickling and broader kink communities in a few months, than I had in the past several years. Even so, it continued to feel like there was too large of a step between where I was, and being able to actually meet a real-life ticklephile with whom I could relate and exchange the love of touch we both shared.
To carry the craving for ticklish touch for so long without outlet is an insufferable hell. I wanted to tickle and be tickled so badly that my fingers ached to pull beautiful laughter out of someone's sweet lips, and my skin burned with painful, unrelenting desire to receive the cruel teasing sensations of mischievous fingernails. With the right mindset, my suffering became motivating, and I pressed on, a small piece of my father's wisdom ringing in my ear: "If you don't play the game, you for sure won't win!" Eventually, my persistence felt like it started to pay off. I had two girls that I had built quite a connection with over several weeks, and they wanted to meet. However, something unexpected happened. Something didn't feel right. I don't know if it was an inarticulable incompatibility, my general inexperience, or something else, but I just didn't feel comfortable meeting with them. I had a hard time processing what was going on when every single nerve fiber in my body was screaming yes, but my heart said no.
Following my decision to pass on the only opportunities I had to end my quest of connecting with anyone that could begin to understand my needs, I fell into a bit of depression. Christmas with family is always nice, but I wasn't all there that year. Everyone had someone in their life but me in our holiday gatherings, which was a stark reminder that I was failing at what I had set out to do. I returned home after the festivities with a lot less motivation, mostly relying on poorly grasped hope. After a few nights of putting my last bit of pursuing energy into my keyboard, I felt a small weight lift as I essentially gave up. Maybe I'll just spend some time casually connecting with others in the chat room, be a welcoming light to new members, and just recover some of my energy for later down the road, I thought. And that's exactly what I started doing.
I was relieved that my mood and energy lifted a bit by simply being positive and encouraging to others in the community without the burden of finding a compatible person to meet up with. But after a few nights of this, I decided one more night was all I'd do for a while. Work was picking up and while my energy had improved, that improvement was tapering off. I needed a break. On my last night, a few new members showed up in the chat room. I greeted them in my usual way, welcoming them and offering to talk about anything with them if they were interested. I had a few good, but short, conversations with them before another new girl joined. I welcomed her as well. We talked for a bit and at one point she said she had just read my profile. She said she loved it and it prompted all kinds of questions and conversation from there. I lost track of time that day, but I chatted with her for many hours straight. I loved talking with her and she wanted to know when I'd next be back online. Of course, now I had a totally new plan, which was keep talking to this interesting new girl! We chatted for several days before she asked for my phone number. We talked for weeks on the phone every night, sometimes until 4am (I had to be at work by 7:30am!). In all our talks we learned so much about each other. She was very much like me in that she was suffering from no one understanding or meeting her tickling kink needs. We shared and processed all of our feelings around that and decided to meet. Everything came together in sweet serendipity as she was only about a three or four hour drive away. Due to her more flexible college schedule, she came to visit me.
She met me inside a fast food place on the edge of town where we ate and tried to get over the shyness we both felt about meeting someone who already knew the other's deepest, darkest secrets. As we both sat beside each other in a booth eating our meal, it struck me how familiar she felt to me, yet we both were still so paralyzed by being in each other's presence for the first time. After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably 10 minutes, I gained the courage to lightly make a circle on her lower thigh with my finger, to which she responded with a suppressed, but very telling squeal. She was not just ticklish as she had said–She was extremely ticklish! I could tell her whole nervous system lit up and she wanted more. We soon left to the parking lot and sat in her car. I asked her if she was ready to be tickled, which she responded to by assuming the position, leaning her seat back some and putting her hands over her head. Now, I know she hadn't been tickled very much before except in non-intense short bursts, so I wanted to go slow and easy so she was comfortable. I started making those light little circles on her tummy as she violently squirmed and did her best to hold in the sweetest giggles. However, quickly she seemed to be getting frustrated, which at first I confused for maybe me doing it too long or something. I really didn't want to risk overdoing anything with this girl. Then she quipped in the sassiest tone imaginable, "When are you going to tickle me for real?"
I recall just sitting there dumbfounded for like ten seconds before going up under her shirt and really digging in to her tummy she screamed and laughed so loudly, and I had to hold her in place the best I could. I tickled her for a good few minutes before giving her a break. We did a few more of those before we caught the attention of one of the workers who happened to be in the parking lot. Oops! In our excitement, we almost forgot where we were! She had built enough trust in me to feel comfortable going back to my apartment, where we talked a lot and took turns tickling each other through the night. It was very healing for both of us.
The next morning, we decided to go to a local park with a lot of good out of the way walking paths. It was winter still, but unseasonably warm that day. We walked along the river and talked about everything we could think of. Warm as it was for that time of year, it was still winter, so almost no one was out walking, especially out on the more secluded paths, so we felt like we had the whole semi-wooded area to ourselves. As we got farther along, we came across a picnic table where we decided to rest. I remembered that I had placed a short length of rope into my pocket in case of an opportunity. She had talked about wanting to try bondage, but had been very nervous about it. However, after we had talked about it over the preceding several weeks, she had become much more excited than nervous. When I pulled out the rope and showed her, she blushed and just said, "Oh, no!"
I reassured her she didn't have to try it at the moment if she didn't want to, but if she did, no one was going to be around for quite a while. She gave me her hands and I just tied them together with a double-column tie. I had her facing away from me and pulled her arms up over her head, then over mine, so they were trapped behind my neck. I leaned back a little to stretch her out, causing her shirt to come up a bit. I spent several minutes tickling her silly by pinching her exposed soft tummy and poking her belly button. I just could not believe the dynamic beauty of this girl's intoxicating laughter. Once I felt like she could take no more, I released her and we started our trip back. The whole walk back, she held tightly to my arm as if she had known me for a lifetime. We didn't talk as much as we made our way to the car. The beauty of the river and the sun glistening off of the rapidly melting snow captivated our attention as we reflected on each other's presence. We sat in the car for a moment staring at each other as if to ask if what we have been experiencing is real. Then, before I could think of something to say, I had a curvaceous bare foot in my lap! I looked up to see a devilish smile and then back down to see wiggling toes. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what she was asking for. I held her ankle and started lightly stroking the bottom of her tiny foot. She reacted with such a jolt, as though she had been shocked by electricity. Screaming and laughing hysterically, she clawed at the inside of the car door as if trying to tear through it. Not being able to take any more after only a few seconds of tickling, she lunged for my hands and pried my hands off with super-strength that only someone in survival mode can possess. Still catching her breath, she said, "Holy FUCK, that tickles!" We went out to eat afterward, and enjoyed some more tickling back at my apartment before she had to return home. There was a deep void in my heart when she left. I knew no matter what came next, I'd never forget the girl I fell in love with at the park.
I'm sure you're wondering, well then, what did come next? Did I talk to her again? Did we meet up any after that? Are we still in contact? Well, I'm glad to answer by simply saying, we have been happily married for several years now. My early life was not without its challenges, but I am immeasurably blessed in what I have now. For those who are seeking, stay the course, and for those who have found, reflect upon your blessings with gratitude and joy.
To carry the craving for ticklish touch for so long without outlet is an insufferable hell. I wanted to tickle and be tickled so badly that my fingers ached to pull beautiful laughter out of someone's sweet lips, and my skin burned with painful, unrelenting desire to receive the cruel teasing sensations of mischievous fingernails. With the right mindset, my suffering became motivating, and I pressed on, a small piece of my father's wisdom ringing in my ear: "If you don't play the game, you for sure won't win!" Eventually, my persistence felt like it started to pay off. I had two girls that I had built quite a connection with over several weeks, and they wanted to meet. However, something unexpected happened. Something didn't feel right. I don't know if it was an inarticulable incompatibility, my general inexperience, or something else, but I just didn't feel comfortable meeting with them. I had a hard time processing what was going on when every single nerve fiber in my body was screaming yes, but my heart said no.
Following my decision to pass on the only opportunities I had to end my quest of connecting with anyone that could begin to understand my needs, I fell into a bit of depression. Christmas with family is always nice, but I wasn't all there that year. Everyone had someone in their life but me in our holiday gatherings, which was a stark reminder that I was failing at what I had set out to do. I returned home after the festivities with a lot less motivation, mostly relying on poorly grasped hope. After a few nights of putting my last bit of pursuing energy into my keyboard, I felt a small weight lift as I essentially gave up. Maybe I'll just spend some time casually connecting with others in the chat room, be a welcoming light to new members, and just recover some of my energy for later down the road, I thought. And that's exactly what I started doing.
I was relieved that my mood and energy lifted a bit by simply being positive and encouraging to others in the community without the burden of finding a compatible person to meet up with. But after a few nights of this, I decided one more night was all I'd do for a while. Work was picking up and while my energy had improved, that improvement was tapering off. I needed a break. On my last night, a few new members showed up in the chat room. I greeted them in my usual way, welcoming them and offering to talk about anything with them if they were interested. I had a few good, but short, conversations with them before another new girl joined. I welcomed her as well. We talked for a bit and at one point she said she had just read my profile. She said she loved it and it prompted all kinds of questions and conversation from there. I lost track of time that day, but I chatted with her for many hours straight. I loved talking with her and she wanted to know when I'd next be back online. Of course, now I had a totally new plan, which was keep talking to this interesting new girl! We chatted for several days before she asked for my phone number. We talked for weeks on the phone every night, sometimes until 4am (I had to be at work by 7:30am!). In all our talks we learned so much about each other. She was very much like me in that she was suffering from no one understanding or meeting her tickling kink needs. We shared and processed all of our feelings around that and decided to meet. Everything came together in sweet serendipity as she was only about a three or four hour drive away. Due to her more flexible college schedule, she came to visit me.
She met me inside a fast food place on the edge of town where we ate and tried to get over the shyness we both felt about meeting someone who already knew the other's deepest, darkest secrets. As we both sat beside each other in a booth eating our meal, it struck me how familiar she felt to me, yet we both were still so paralyzed by being in each other's presence for the first time. After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably 10 minutes, I gained the courage to lightly make a circle on her lower thigh with my finger, to which she responded with a suppressed, but very telling squeal. She was not just ticklish as she had said–She was extremely ticklish! I could tell her whole nervous system lit up and she wanted more. We soon left to the parking lot and sat in her car. I asked her if she was ready to be tickled, which she responded to by assuming the position, leaning her seat back some and putting her hands over her head. Now, I know she hadn't been tickled very much before except in non-intense short bursts, so I wanted to go slow and easy so she was comfortable. I started making those light little circles on her tummy as she violently squirmed and did her best to hold in the sweetest giggles. However, quickly she seemed to be getting frustrated, which at first I confused for maybe me doing it too long or something. I really didn't want to risk overdoing anything with this girl. Then she quipped in the sassiest tone imaginable, "When are you going to tickle me for real?"
I recall just sitting there dumbfounded for like ten seconds before going up under her shirt and really digging in to her tummy she screamed and laughed so loudly, and I had to hold her in place the best I could. I tickled her for a good few minutes before giving her a break. We did a few more of those before we caught the attention of one of the workers who happened to be in the parking lot. Oops! In our excitement, we almost forgot where we were! She had built enough trust in me to feel comfortable going back to my apartment, where we talked a lot and took turns tickling each other through the night. It was very healing for both of us.
The next morning, we decided to go to a local park with a lot of good out of the way walking paths. It was winter still, but unseasonably warm that day. We walked along the river and talked about everything we could think of. Warm as it was for that time of year, it was still winter, so almost no one was out walking, especially out on the more secluded paths, so we felt like we had the whole semi-wooded area to ourselves. As we got farther along, we came across a picnic table where we decided to rest. I remembered that I had placed a short length of rope into my pocket in case of an opportunity. She had talked about wanting to try bondage, but had been very nervous about it. However, after we had talked about it over the preceding several weeks, she had become much more excited than nervous. When I pulled out the rope and showed her, she blushed and just said, "Oh, no!"
I reassured her she didn't have to try it at the moment if she didn't want to, but if she did, no one was going to be around for quite a while. She gave me her hands and I just tied them together with a double-column tie. I had her facing away from me and pulled her arms up over her head, then over mine, so they were trapped behind my neck. I leaned back a little to stretch her out, causing her shirt to come up a bit. I spent several minutes tickling her silly by pinching her exposed soft tummy and poking her belly button. I just could not believe the dynamic beauty of this girl's intoxicating laughter. Once I felt like she could take no more, I released her and we started our trip back. The whole walk back, she held tightly to my arm as if she had known me for a lifetime. We didn't talk as much as we made our way to the car. The beauty of the river and the sun glistening off of the rapidly melting snow captivated our attention as we reflected on each other's presence. We sat in the car for a moment staring at each other as if to ask if what we have been experiencing is real. Then, before I could think of something to say, I had a curvaceous bare foot in my lap! I looked up to see a devilish smile and then back down to see wiggling toes. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what she was asking for. I held her ankle and started lightly stroking the bottom of her tiny foot. She reacted with such a jolt, as though she had been shocked by electricity. Screaming and laughing hysterically, she clawed at the inside of the car door as if trying to tear through it. Not being able to take any more after only a few seconds of tickling, she lunged for my hands and pried my hands off with super-strength that only someone in survival mode can possess. Still catching her breath, she said, "Holy FUCK, that tickles!" We went out to eat afterward, and enjoyed some more tickling back at my apartment before she had to return home. There was a deep void in my heart when she left. I knew no matter what came next, I'd never forget the girl I fell in love with at the park.
I'm sure you're wondering, well then, what did come next? Did I talk to her again? Did we meet up any after that? Are we still in contact? Well, I'm glad to answer by simply saying, we have been happily married for several years now. My early life was not without its challenges, but I am immeasurably blessed in what I have now. For those who are seeking, stay the course, and for those who have found, reflect upon your blessings with gratitude and joy.
