I've known for a long time that I've had an affinity towards tickling. My first memories of being tickled for a longer period of time was when my niece played a game with me when I was seven; she would tickle each of my knees for five minutes - one knee represented men, the other represented women - and if I couldn't hold back my laughter, it meant I was gay. A bit of a mean game if you think about it, but all I really remember is that I hadn't really wanted it to stop. I liked the ticklish feeling dancing across my kneecaps.
I haven't really had many big tickling experiences since then, and I'm grateful that I've never had any negative tickle-torture experiences, but I've had just enough to start to become curious. I get a rush from having my sides grabbed or my back poked. I have to try not to snicker when a doctor puts their hands on my back or belly in a physical exam. I really have to try not to squeal when a masseuse glides their hands over my ribs or feet. And while it took a few years for that realization to actually emerge that I may indeed have a tickling fetish, I pretty quickly pieced together the reasons for my growing love for the fetish. What I want to start off with, though, are aspects of the fetish and the community that I'm very fond of.
I am not into sadism. I am really, genuinely disturbed by any scenario in which a person is experiencing great panic, distress or anguish - and that also goes for tickling. It can go for water torture, or passive-aggressive teasing, or even pillow fights; anything that a person fully hates or has a bad fear of, no matter how silly. I'm not sure there's a sadistic bone in my body and it bothers me that tickling is so often used as a method of true torture, for someone to get excited from someone else's distress. This is why I much prefer routes in which a person either already loves being tickled mercilessly; or dislikes it at first but slowly comes to realize that there's something about those tantalizing, merciless hands that excites their nerves in all the right ways...
I won't knock you if you're into more extreme BDSM-style tickling.
If anything, if I wrote stories, my characters (and myself) would love nothing more than to fall into the hands of a tickling sadist, only for them to discover that we actually enjoy our predicament. I love imagining the confusion and possible frustration, or even devilish excitement on their part...
I do have a foot fetish although it is not always the first tickling part I think of. I know that tickling and feet pretty much go together like PB&J, but... I don't know. When I think of tickling, the first thing I think of isn't feet - it's the laughing and squirming and adorable expressions. Especially the laughing, squirming torso of a female. When I see bare feet I'm inclined to think "Please put socks on" or "I bet they stink"... But as soon as I see a bare belly, or a belly exposed by a shirt riding up, I immediately want to dig my fingers in and make them laugh.
To be honest, I've always found feet attractive . Toes can be cute if they're well-manicured. What I like about feet is the sensitivity factor. The nerves in feet are actually very closely connected to nerves that cause sexual stimulation! But, again, I see no need to fixate solely on feet when there are so many other wonderful spots to exploit.
Now then, getting those out of the way: What is it I love most about tickling? In a nutshell: It's a huge rush. It's as exciting as it is arousing; as devious as it is addicting. It's a fetish that I wasn't even aware I had until I was fourteen. When it comes to being tickled, there is so much to my craving that blends together into one continuous delicious fantasy. So I'll try to divide it up:
Squirm for me: When it comes to the thought of tickling others, my devilish inner pervert tends to emerge. As I mentioned, seeing a cute girl squirm and writhe under someone's fingertips is a guilty pleasure, and I cannot wait to be able to get my hands on someone for that pleasure.
Laugh: I love laughter. I love making people laugh and I love to laugh. It's so much fun, and so beneficial for you - it can increase your lifespan! I also love the physical feeling of laughter; it gives my stomach a workout and releases endorphins. I purposely look for things to make me laugh just because I love humor and because I love the feeling of laughing. When I go into laughing fits, sometimes I don't want them to stop!
Electric Touch: The feeling of being tickled is amazing. It doesn't cause me any discomfort whatsoever - unless my tender ribs are poked too hard or a hard-bristled brush is used too roughly on my already super-sensitive skin. It's a shock of pleasure and nerve overload that makes my skin and muscles shudder and crawl. I am actually able to tickle myself to an extent; not enough to make myself laugh, but enough to loose some snickers and giggles and create that addicting shock of sensation to my sensitive nerves.
Restraint: I'm not a fan of S&M, but I've always liked the feeling of restraint and the idea of soft bondage. Even when my body gets tangled in my bed sheets or my feet get wrapped up in my computer cords, I instantly feel myself become turned on, and even submissive. I sometimes tie my own arms or legs before I go to sleep, often leading to erotic dreams in which I'm helpless to hands tickling or caressing my most sensitive spots.
I even get turned on by sleep paralysis. I have always been good at vivid, lucid dreaming and have learned to control my imagination to the point where, as soon as I know I'm having sleep paralysis, I can conjure the image of any one of my sexy female lees.
And the utter helplessness to this pleasure - the knowledge that I can't move a single muscle while my every nerve is being overloaded with bliss - drives me completely wild.
Devious Dominance: Being at the mercy of a mischievous woman with full intention to cause me pleasure beyond my wildest dreams has always been a big fantasy of mine. Seeing an evil smirk on the face of a seductive, devilish tickler is enough to tame me right on the spot, because that expression alone is enough to let me know exactly what she's thinking: "You're mine to play with. And I'm going to tickle and pleasure you and excite you until you can barely think straight; until you succumb to desire." And combine this with the other elements of tickling... It's not hard to see why I crave it so vehemently.
Don't Resist: I love teasing myself. I love the feeling of being right on the edge even more than the climax itself and I've done so for up to at least an hour at a time. And I feel like the only reason I stop is because of the batteries running out (and not wanting to go through three sets in one session), or sleep settling in. It's that addicting.
But at the same time, it's unbelievably frustrating. I become frustrated because I have to hold myself back, not physically but audibly, out of fear of disturbing others. Even when I'm home alone, I feel the need to hold back my cry-outs, lest a passing neighbor or visitor eavesdrop. I've trained myself to hold back my voice even while experiencing the strongest release.
But I'm tired of holding back sounds of pleasure. I don't exactly like hearing my voice, but the few days I managed to get alone and pushed myself to let my voice out, I felt more elated and relieved than ever.
And being tickled relentlessly will most certainly be the key to getting the dam to break. It's an action that forces even the most stubborn people to break into hysterics. It's an action that causes so much sensory overload that the body cannot hold back. And I've noticed that, when I simply graze the skin under my unbearably sensitive forearms, or give myself a poke in the ribs, it's extremely hard to hold back sounds of surprise or delight - even harder than it is when my vibrator is pressing directly into my weakest spots. And I want to be tickled until I can no longer hold back my cries and laughter, and succumb to the utter ecstasy.
Trust Exercise: I hate to admit that I have trust issues. I have a fear of being taken advantage of, because of being bullied and mocked and harassed for peoples' entertainment for the first fourteen years of my life. I have pride that is easily shattered and leaves me feeling like a tool or a weakling if my boundaries are not respected - comes with the territory of an Aquarius I suppose. And, as I said earlier, I don't like pure sadism. I do not like taking cruel advantage of someone's weaknesses, and I expect that they do not do the same to me.
But once my limits are acknowledged and once I can trust that I won't be humiliated or broken into some toy to please them, I want the tickler to have at it. I want them to make me submit to the ravenous desire I hold that can only be fulfilled by being tickled senseless.
I haven't really had many big tickling experiences since then, and I'm grateful that I've never had any negative tickle-torture experiences, but I've had just enough to start to become curious. I get a rush from having my sides grabbed or my back poked. I have to try not to snicker when a doctor puts their hands on my back or belly in a physical exam. I really have to try not to squeal when a masseuse glides their hands over my ribs or feet. And while it took a few years for that realization to actually emerge that I may indeed have a tickling fetish, I pretty quickly pieced together the reasons for my growing love for the fetish. What I want to start off with, though, are aspects of the fetish and the community that I'm very fond of.
I am not into sadism. I am really, genuinely disturbed by any scenario in which a person is experiencing great panic, distress or anguish - and that also goes for tickling. It can go for water torture, or passive-aggressive teasing, or even pillow fights; anything that a person fully hates or has a bad fear of, no matter how silly. I'm not sure there's a sadistic bone in my body and it bothers me that tickling is so often used as a method of true torture, for someone to get excited from someone else's distress. This is why I much prefer routes in which a person either already loves being tickled mercilessly; or dislikes it at first but slowly comes to realize that there's something about those tantalizing, merciless hands that excites their nerves in all the right ways...
I won't knock you if you're into more extreme BDSM-style tickling.
If anything, if I wrote stories, my characters (and myself) would love nothing more than to fall into the hands of a tickling sadist, only for them to discover that we actually enjoy our predicament. I love imagining the confusion and possible frustration, or even devilish excitement on their part...
I do have a foot fetish although it is not always the first tickling part I think of. I know that tickling and feet pretty much go together like PB&J, but... I don't know. When I think of tickling, the first thing I think of isn't feet - it's the laughing and squirming and adorable expressions. Especially the laughing, squirming torso of a female. When I see bare feet I'm inclined to think "Please put socks on" or "I bet they stink"... But as soon as I see a bare belly, or a belly exposed by a shirt riding up, I immediately want to dig my fingers in and make them laugh.
To be honest, I've always found feet attractive . Toes can be cute if they're well-manicured. What I like about feet is the sensitivity factor. The nerves in feet are actually very closely connected to nerves that cause sexual stimulation! But, again, I see no need to fixate solely on feet when there are so many other wonderful spots to exploit.
Now then, getting those out of the way: What is it I love most about tickling? In a nutshell: It's a huge rush. It's as exciting as it is arousing; as devious as it is addicting. It's a fetish that I wasn't even aware I had until I was fourteen. When it comes to being tickled, there is so much to my craving that blends together into one continuous delicious fantasy. So I'll try to divide it up:
Squirm for me: When it comes to the thought of tickling others, my devilish inner pervert tends to emerge. As I mentioned, seeing a cute girl squirm and writhe under someone's fingertips is a guilty pleasure, and I cannot wait to be able to get my hands on someone for that pleasure.
Laugh: I love laughter. I love making people laugh and I love to laugh. It's so much fun, and so beneficial for you - it can increase your lifespan! I also love the physical feeling of laughter; it gives my stomach a workout and releases endorphins. I purposely look for things to make me laugh just because I love humor and because I love the feeling of laughing. When I go into laughing fits, sometimes I don't want them to stop!
Electric Touch: The feeling of being tickled is amazing. It doesn't cause me any discomfort whatsoever - unless my tender ribs are poked too hard or a hard-bristled brush is used too roughly on my already super-sensitive skin. It's a shock of pleasure and nerve overload that makes my skin and muscles shudder and crawl. I am actually able to tickle myself to an extent; not enough to make myself laugh, but enough to loose some snickers and giggles and create that addicting shock of sensation to my sensitive nerves.
Restraint: I'm not a fan of S&M, but I've always liked the feeling of restraint and the idea of soft bondage. Even when my body gets tangled in my bed sheets or my feet get wrapped up in my computer cords, I instantly feel myself become turned on, and even submissive. I sometimes tie my own arms or legs before I go to sleep, often leading to erotic dreams in which I'm helpless to hands tickling or caressing my most sensitive spots.
I even get turned on by sleep paralysis. I have always been good at vivid, lucid dreaming and have learned to control my imagination to the point where, as soon as I know I'm having sleep paralysis, I can conjure the image of any one of my sexy female lees.
And the utter helplessness to this pleasure - the knowledge that I can't move a single muscle while my every nerve is being overloaded with bliss - drives me completely wild.
Devious Dominance: Being at the mercy of a mischievous woman with full intention to cause me pleasure beyond my wildest dreams has always been a big fantasy of mine. Seeing an evil smirk on the face of a seductive, devilish tickler is enough to tame me right on the spot, because that expression alone is enough to let me know exactly what she's thinking: "You're mine to play with. And I'm going to tickle and pleasure you and excite you until you can barely think straight; until you succumb to desire." And combine this with the other elements of tickling... It's not hard to see why I crave it so vehemently.
Don't Resist: I love teasing myself. I love the feeling of being right on the edge even more than the climax itself and I've done so for up to at least an hour at a time. And I feel like the only reason I stop is because of the batteries running out (and not wanting to go through three sets in one session), or sleep settling in. It's that addicting.
But at the same time, it's unbelievably frustrating. I become frustrated because I have to hold myself back, not physically but audibly, out of fear of disturbing others. Even when I'm home alone, I feel the need to hold back my cry-outs, lest a passing neighbor or visitor eavesdrop. I've trained myself to hold back my voice even while experiencing the strongest release.
But I'm tired of holding back sounds of pleasure. I don't exactly like hearing my voice, but the few days I managed to get alone and pushed myself to let my voice out, I felt more elated and relieved than ever.
And being tickled relentlessly will most certainly be the key to getting the dam to break. It's an action that forces even the most stubborn people to break into hysterics. It's an action that causes so much sensory overload that the body cannot hold back. And I've noticed that, when I simply graze the skin under my unbearably sensitive forearms, or give myself a poke in the ribs, it's extremely hard to hold back sounds of surprise or delight - even harder than it is when my vibrator is pressing directly into my weakest spots. And I want to be tickled until I can no longer hold back my cries and laughter, and succumb to the utter ecstasy.
Trust Exercise: I hate to admit that I have trust issues. I have a fear of being taken advantage of, because of being bullied and mocked and harassed for peoples' entertainment for the first fourteen years of my life. I have pride that is easily shattered and leaves me feeling like a tool or a weakling if my boundaries are not respected - comes with the territory of an Aquarius I suppose. And, as I said earlier, I don't like pure sadism. I do not like taking cruel advantage of someone's weaknesses, and I expect that they do not do the same to me.
But once my limits are acknowledged and once I can trust that I won't be humiliated or broken into some toy to please them, I want the tickler to have at it. I want them to make me submit to the ravenous desire I hold that can only be fulfilled by being tickled senseless.
