Another ancient repost, from the end of 2001, about my (then)-wild ex.... I remember this moment like it was a few hours ago. Whenver a relationship ended, it always helped me get over it to know that their new boyfriend was tickling them, don't ask me why. It would drive me mental imagining it, was she or wasn't she....but once there was confirmation....I could sleep well at night! There's nothing worst than a waste of an amazing ticklee! And with her at this time getting into all kinds of situations with men.....I got alot of reports at the end, let's just put it that way. Guys like to tickle. Stories like these helped make the medicine go down. Or did it? Who knows. In a way, it proabably kept me locked in longer than I should have. Eventually, I told her don't call me until you've been sober six months. Six months and one day later, she called me. She had gone to A.A. the very next day, and it had been six months. And years later, she's still sober, and is an amazing person, this chapter long behind her.....most of it she doesn't even remember. So all's well, ends well. I, on the other hand, didn't forget a thing! I still bear the scars, which feel fresh, like they were carved out yesterday! But I also got a few moments like this heady one......
....my ex girlfriend called me up, sober, in her right mind, and wanted to come over. I know I'm crazy, but I couldn't resist her.
We had a really beautiful time.... but what concerns us here is what follows. But I need to give some quick background. I've mentioned that she is now with a "sugar daddy", an older guy in his 50's, who she actually met on a call. I know...I'm a shmuck...anyway, he figures into the story. First off, she MENTIONS him and for the first time shows me his picture.
We're laying in the dark......she's under my arm, trying to get to sleep. I'm wide awake, looking straight at the ceiling and start to think about HIM. He's got her now. And he has by now discovered how sensitive her body is. That I already know. Starting from there, I gleaned out these three vignettes...
What follows is as close as I can recreate the conversation. This is all delivered by her slowly and sleepy....
First:
"So Anthony tickles you now…..he knows that you’re ticklish.” I said.
“Yup.” She sighed.
"When was the last time?"
“He threatened to tickle me the other day”
"Really?"
“He said I’m gonna throw you down and tickle you if you don’t act polite.”
My head is swimming.
“And what did you do?”
Beat.
Beat.
“I acted polite.”
Second:
When was the worst time he ever tickled you?
Without hesitation, “On the couch.” “On his ratty old couch”.
What happened?
“He wanted for us to go get a new couch. And I told him I didn’t want to. So he pinned me down and tickled my ribs like crazy.”
He did? What did you say?
“I was saying “No no no okay okay we’ll go! We’ll go!”
Oh my God.
She giggles.
He got you good, huh?
"Oh yeah. He was just digging into my ribs. I was hysterical."
Third:
Has he ever tickled your feet?
"Mmm-hmmm.
When we watch a movie and I’ll be laying down with my feet in his lap , he’ll tickle my feet."
Really?
"Mmm-hmm. "
What does he do?
"Well, if he’s not interested in the movie he’ll start tickling my foot."
How does he do it?
"He does it really slowly and lightly. "
And how does that feel?
"It tickles like crazy!"
And what do you do ?
"I try to grab my ankle away."
Beat
"Sometimes I’ll leave it there…to see how long I can take it."
You do?
"It’s fun!"
Oh my God!
"What? "
That is so sexy.
"It is? "
And what do you say?
"I laugh and tell him he’s tickling me."
He knows you're ticklish.
"Mmm-hmm."
Regarding how she leaves her foot there intentionally to see how long she can take it: years ago ....she and I lived with another guy and one time we were all piled on his big bed watching TV. She was leaning up against the wall, with her leg extended and her foot right in my lap. I was watching the movie and caressing her foot for a few minutes, when I looked over at her and her face was totally red, ready to burst in to giggling, but her eyes still fixed on the TV. I remember she took a breath and in that breath you could hear the wavering and that she was JUST on the edge of losing it. I grinned, and modified my style and I heard her take ANOTHER breath, her grin broaden (she now knew I was onto her), her eyes shut tight for a second, take another wavering breath....if I had wanted to I could have really made her lose it.....then my friend suddenly turned his head, looked at her face, looked straight down at my hand on her foot, put two and two together and turned back to the TV. I stopped then, but it was super hot, believe me!!!
.....and regarding her "sugar daddy"....he first found out she was ticklish, verbally. He had asked about me, and what I was into. And she told him - and apparently in a slightly annoyed tone of voice, not realizing what information she was volunteering - said "oh god, he likes to tickle me, he's always tickling me", and when she absentmindedly said that, she said that a look came over his face. I don't think he expected it, or had probably ever even considered it. I said, "you think it turned him on?" and she started laughing, affectionately thinking of HIM (not even looking at my face, but looking away, thinking of him and nodding) "Yeah, I think so! He was like....(and she kind've imitated his look, like a lightbulb going off in his head and then like a sly grin, as if to say "I'll remember that." ) "
She said that when he'd really tickle her (her words) he'd growl or roar like an animal ("he'll go....grrraaaaaaah").
She also had told me that they were out on the street, and that she had started to walk before the light had changed. He says, "Where you going?" and grabs her by her waist, to bring her back to the curve. But that tickled her and she buckled over, laughing. I can't even imagine: she's tall....he's heavy, shorter, older, and balding.....on a busy street....she's getting tickled in public by him, unbeliveable. So that one was accidental, but that was the first clear incident she had told me about, before the conversation we had in bed......
The impression I got was that he used it as a way to punish her.....and she was always giving a guy reasons to punish her, surely you can see that......
....my ex girlfriend called me up, sober, in her right mind, and wanted to come over. I know I'm crazy, but I couldn't resist her.
We had a really beautiful time.... but what concerns us here is what follows. But I need to give some quick background. I've mentioned that she is now with a "sugar daddy", an older guy in his 50's, who she actually met on a call. I know...I'm a shmuck...anyway, he figures into the story. First off, she MENTIONS him and for the first time shows me his picture.
We're laying in the dark......she's under my arm, trying to get to sleep. I'm wide awake, looking straight at the ceiling and start to think about HIM. He's got her now. And he has by now discovered how sensitive her body is. That I already know. Starting from there, I gleaned out these three vignettes...
What follows is as close as I can recreate the conversation. This is all delivered by her slowly and sleepy....
First:
"So Anthony tickles you now…..he knows that you’re ticklish.” I said.
“Yup.” She sighed.
"When was the last time?"
“He threatened to tickle me the other day”
"Really?"
“He said I’m gonna throw you down and tickle you if you don’t act polite.”
My head is swimming.
“And what did you do?”
Beat.
Beat.
“I acted polite.”
Second:
When was the worst time he ever tickled you?
Without hesitation, “On the couch.” “On his ratty old couch”.
What happened?
“He wanted for us to go get a new couch. And I told him I didn’t want to. So he pinned me down and tickled my ribs like crazy.”
He did? What did you say?
“I was saying “No no no okay okay we’ll go! We’ll go!”
Oh my God.
She giggles.
He got you good, huh?
"Oh yeah. He was just digging into my ribs. I was hysterical."
Third:
Has he ever tickled your feet?
"Mmm-hmmm.
When we watch a movie and I’ll be laying down with my feet in his lap , he’ll tickle my feet."
Really?
"Mmm-hmm. "
What does he do?
"Well, if he’s not interested in the movie he’ll start tickling my foot."
How does he do it?
"He does it really slowly and lightly. "
And how does that feel?
"It tickles like crazy!"
And what do you do ?
"I try to grab my ankle away."
Beat
"Sometimes I’ll leave it there…to see how long I can take it."
You do?
"It’s fun!"
Oh my God!
"What? "
That is so sexy.
"It is? "
And what do you say?
"I laugh and tell him he’s tickling me."
He knows you're ticklish.
"Mmm-hmm."
Regarding how she leaves her foot there intentionally to see how long she can take it: years ago ....she and I lived with another guy and one time we were all piled on his big bed watching TV. She was leaning up against the wall, with her leg extended and her foot right in my lap. I was watching the movie and caressing her foot for a few minutes, when I looked over at her and her face was totally red, ready to burst in to giggling, but her eyes still fixed on the TV. I remember she took a breath and in that breath you could hear the wavering and that she was JUST on the edge of losing it. I grinned, and modified my style and I heard her take ANOTHER breath, her grin broaden (she now knew I was onto her), her eyes shut tight for a second, take another wavering breath....if I had wanted to I could have really made her lose it.....then my friend suddenly turned his head, looked at her face, looked straight down at my hand on her foot, put two and two together and turned back to the TV. I stopped then, but it was super hot, believe me!!!
.....and regarding her "sugar daddy"....he first found out she was ticklish, verbally. He had asked about me, and what I was into. And she told him - and apparently in a slightly annoyed tone of voice, not realizing what information she was volunteering - said "oh god, he likes to tickle me, he's always tickling me", and when she absentmindedly said that, she said that a look came over his face. I don't think he expected it, or had probably ever even considered it. I said, "you think it turned him on?" and she started laughing, affectionately thinking of HIM (not even looking at my face, but looking away, thinking of him and nodding) "Yeah, I think so! He was like....(and she kind've imitated his look, like a lightbulb going off in his head and then like a sly grin, as if to say "I'll remember that." ) "
She said that when he'd really tickle her (her words) he'd growl or roar like an animal ("he'll go....grrraaaaaaah").
She also had told me that they were out on the street, and that she had started to walk before the light had changed. He says, "Where you going?" and grabs her by her waist, to bring her back to the curve. But that tickled her and she buckled over, laughing. I can't even imagine: she's tall....he's heavy, shorter, older, and balding.....on a busy street....she's getting tickled in public by him, unbeliveable. So that one was accidental, but that was the first clear incident she had told me about, before the conversation we had in bed......
The impression I got was that he used it as a way to punish her.....and she was always giving a guy reasons to punish her, surely you can see that......
