In 1991 I met an older, attractive school teacher named Faith at a New Year's Eve singles dance. Making eye contact the first time, the mutual attraction was instant. 
Faith was very good looking with long straight blonde hair and a beautiful smile. Just a few pounds overweight, she still looked better than 99% of women her age. Faith was maybe 5'2" or 5'3," and since I'm only 5'8," that appealed to me. Faith's age threw me a little, as she looked at least 20 years older.
I never asked how old she was, though.
Most significantly, as we talked that New Year's Eve, I brought up the subject of tickling. Faith smiled broadly and said, "I'm extremely ticklish."
Nothing happened that night. I was smart enough to play it cool, continuing to mingle with other women. But before the party ended, I made sure to ask Faith if we could exchange phone numbers and she accepted.
A few weeks later Faith called me and I asked her on a date. As I soon learned, calling a guy who had not yet phoned was not the only thing Faith was willing to do.
On our first date, after dinner we went back to Faith's apartment. I tickled her quite a bit as we kissed and held each other on her sofa. Not wanting to rush it, I stopped short of moving the action to her bedroom.
The second time we got together, Faith dropped by my apartment. I showed her my special version of hospitality, undressing her to her panties, tying her to my bed, and tickling everywhere I could reach.
Tying her on her back in a diver's position, I tickled Faith's ribs, stomach, underarms and feet. Then I hog-tied her, working her feet some more. After about 30 minutes of tickling Faith, I untied her and we made love.
Interestingly, while Faith laughed and laughed as I tickled her date after date, she never told me to stop. Nor did she ever try to tickle me. Even as she turned red, Faith did not try to get away from my tickling fingers. Sometimes I wonder if Faith faked the ticklishness (or at least acted more ticklish than she really was), as she knew it turned me on. At any rate, because Faith never said no to me, I tickled her -almost always in restraints - more than anyone I've dated in terms of sheer tickle session minutes, even though the affair only lasted five or six weeks.
After half dozen or so dates, I stopped calling Faith. This time, Faith didn't call.
Then, a month or so after our last date, she sent a note saying she realized our affair was just that - a fling.
Thinking about Faith, I realized even a tickle-intensive relationship can lose its luster. We had a nice time dating and, as I said, no one let me tickle her more than Faith did. But after meeting the challenge of getting Faith, the excitement of seeing her wore off. The dates, tickling, and sex were all great, but we lacked the personal connection (sounds like a dating book) to last.
When a woman leaves a man, it is highly unlikely she will want him back later. Being a man, of course, about a year after our fling I tried to look up Faith again.
I found her - through a phone-forwarding number, 2,700 miles away in Nevada (I live in New Jersey). We exchanged a couple of letters, but that was it.
Reminiscing about Faith, I remember how warm she was - one of those women too good to be true.
She will give you anything you want and be so nice about it that you feel guilty. I wonder how she is - and how she looks. Faith meant more to me than just tickling but not enough to work through our age difference. But for a short time I foolishly did not make last longer, Faith was ready, willing, and ticklish, any time I wanted her.
Faith was very good looking with long straight blonde hair and a beautiful smile. Just a few pounds overweight, she still looked better than 99% of women her age. Faith was maybe 5'2" or 5'3," and since I'm only 5'8," that appealed to me. Faith's age threw me a little, as she looked at least 20 years older.
I never asked how old she was, though. Most significantly, as we talked that New Year's Eve, I brought up the subject of tickling. Faith smiled broadly and said, "I'm extremely ticklish."
Nothing happened that night. I was smart enough to play it cool, continuing to mingle with other women. But before the party ended, I made sure to ask Faith if we could exchange phone numbers and she accepted.
A few weeks later Faith called me and I asked her on a date. As I soon learned, calling a guy who had not yet phoned was not the only thing Faith was willing to do.
On our first date, after dinner we went back to Faith's apartment. I tickled her quite a bit as we kissed and held each other on her sofa. Not wanting to rush it, I stopped short of moving the action to her bedroom.
The second time we got together, Faith dropped by my apartment. I showed her my special version of hospitality, undressing her to her panties, tying her to my bed, and tickling everywhere I could reach.
Tying her on her back in a diver's position, I tickled Faith's ribs, stomach, underarms and feet. Then I hog-tied her, working her feet some more. After about 30 minutes of tickling Faith, I untied her and we made love. Interestingly, while Faith laughed and laughed as I tickled her date after date, she never told me to stop. Nor did she ever try to tickle me. Even as she turned red, Faith did not try to get away from my tickling fingers. Sometimes I wonder if Faith faked the ticklishness (or at least acted more ticklish than she really was), as she knew it turned me on. At any rate, because Faith never said no to me, I tickled her -almost always in restraints - more than anyone I've dated in terms of sheer tickle session minutes, even though the affair only lasted five or six weeks.
After half dozen or so dates, I stopped calling Faith. This time, Faith didn't call.
Then, a month or so after our last date, she sent a note saying she realized our affair was just that - a fling.Thinking about Faith, I realized even a tickle-intensive relationship can lose its luster. We had a nice time dating and, as I said, no one let me tickle her more than Faith did. But after meeting the challenge of getting Faith, the excitement of seeing her wore off. The dates, tickling, and sex were all great, but we lacked the personal connection (sounds like a dating book) to last.
When a woman leaves a man, it is highly unlikely she will want him back later. Being a man, of course, about a year after our fling I tried to look up Faith again.
I found her - through a phone-forwarding number, 2,700 miles away in Nevada (I live in New Jersey). We exchanged a couple of letters, but that was it.Reminiscing about Faith, I remember how warm she was - one of those women too good to be true.
She will give you anything you want and be so nice about it that you feel guilty. I wonder how she is - and how she looks. Faith meant more to me than just tickling but not enough to work through our age difference. But for a short time I foolishly did not make last longer, Faith was ready, willing, and ticklish, any time I wanted her.
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