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Let's see now...this would be the summer of 1996, I guess, when I left for Europe, all alone, with no itinerary, and no return date. My intention was to force myself to meet new people, to leave myself without the safety net of traveling with friends or with other students. The first week went...

Good morning, folks. I'm a bit of a newcomer to this place, having registered only a week or so ago. But I've been visiting for a couple of months, thinking of posting a story...but which one? I've got so many. True ones, I mean. True tickling stories, my favorite kind. Don't get me wrong --...

I have early memories. Two years old is faint and fuzzy, but three is crystal clear. I remember the apartment in Brooklyn where we lived until I was seven: the cracked plaster in the hallway, breaking away in triangles, with yellowed wall underneath; the silver paint caked in layers on the old...

I just posted this as a response to a thread started by Ayla, in which she asked if anyone had heard from me. And after reading it again, I felt I wanted to post it as a thread of its own. This is self-indulgent, I know, but I hope you will overlook this, as it brings me comfort to share these...

I just read the Gomer Pyle thread, and I know I've never seen it because...well, duh! Because I'd remember it like yesterday! But one I do remember is a scene from The Love Boat, which I saw when I must have been about nine or ten. The story goes like this: husband and wife honeymoon on the...

Part two of Viviana's Foot should take place tonight. The story hasn't happened yet, but I think it will, and I'm way too excited to keep this in. Check this out: Last week the work I've been doing for Bart finally paid off for him. I can't describe the work without jeopardizing anonymity...

In the "Polls" section of this website, someone recently posed a question regarding which ethnicity of women is most ticklish. The responses were immediate and declamatory, unanimously criticizing the practice of such racial profiling. I posted the following response, which I'd orginally...

Just got home...I'm giddy and elated...this just happened: One of my clients is a wormy little guy named Bart. In his mid-fifties, a self-made man (fur trader; minks and foxes), less than five-and-a-half feet tall, with a fancy-schmancy apartment on a high floor in Manhattan. Original artwork...

A bunch of years ago I kicked off a summer of traveling in Europe with ten days in Paris. I stayed at this ramshackle hostel called The Three Ducks, and I'll bet there's at least a couple of folks reading this who've been there. Sort of famous place. Total hole in the wall, dirty and...

Tickling W___ (nonconsensual, true) Good morning, tickle lovers. Good morning to each and every one of you, my bretheren-and-sisteren-who-let-me-know-I'm-not-alone-in-the-world-with-my-freakiness. Today is a beautiful spring day here in New York, and it reminds me of another beautiful spring...

Good morning, folks. I'm a bit of a newcomer to this place, having registered only a week or so ago. But I've been visiting for a couple of months, thinking of posting a story...but which one? I've got so many. True ones, I mean. True tickling stories, my favorite kind. Don't get me wrong...