inflight82
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I had a very wonderful weekend. *A lot of really neat things have been happening, including me having a tickle partner again, and I've just been processing it all these past few days.
I have a friend from awhile back. *We've known each other since we were kids and we had some interesting times during our college years when we shared an apartment. *My friend was gay and I had been discovering bisexuality and during our time together we became sexually intimate. *I already knew during this time that I had a very strong tickling fetish but I hadn't shared it with him. *But we did tickle each other playfully on occasion and he discovered my secret as our intimacy grew. *I didn't know it but he had suspected I had a thing for tickling for awhile. *I was rather enthusiastic in these playful tickles I suppose and sometimes didn't quite conceal having an erection. *But there was this one moment when we were on the bed and we got into one of these playful tickles while we were naked. *He started tickling me and my body pretty much advertised with a neon sign that this was a major turn on and in that moment he laughed and told me I must have a tickle fetish.
I was mortified at first. *I had come from a pretty conservative upbringing and hadn't really had time to explore and understand this fetish and having it all come out like that really threw me for a loop. *At that age I still felt dirty just saying the word fetish. *Fortunately he was very understanding and told me that everyone had some kind of silly turn on and that just happened to be mine.
But things really progressed from there. *Being able to be open about this kink that I loved with him was very liberating. *I was more partial to being tickled and he developed an enjoyment of tickling me and our sessions grew increasingly exciting. *It started with me just lying back on the bed and letting him tickle me as a part of foreplay but it became ever more intense. *I had had fantasies of being tied up and tickled and we explored those as well. *Eventually we were having sessions where he would tie me down on the bed and just destroy me with tickling. *I haven't been on any roller coaster as crazy as those tickles were.
Unfortunately after college we drifted apart and started living different lives and when he moved out of town I found myself wondering if the whole thing had been just a phase we went through. *I still enjoyed tickling but as I said we had drifted apart. *Something about our relationship just didn't solidify. *We remained friends and talked with each other but that was it for the next several years. *Only now things have changed again.
About a month ago my friend had moved back into town and I invited him to stay at my house while looking for a place to live. *Living together we've been catching echoes from back when we were in college and we've started getting very close again. *We've become sexual once more and over the weekend we tapped into this tickling past.
We've always had a kind of playful relationship and I had taken a shower and as I was coming out of the bathroom he slipped around behind me and tickled my sides. *He got me laughing and I retreated to my bed but he followed me. *He asked me if I remembered those crazy tickling games and of course they were burned in my memory. *We were both laughing and he sat down on the bed and pulled my towel away. *I have this spot about half an inch below my bellybutton where I am extremely ticklish. *Back in college he would torment me with this spot while I was tied to the bed, worming his finger around in it and making me laugh until I was pleading for it to stop. *It was a crazy spot to be tickled in because it was quite arousing and at the same time it was murder. *He started working that spot and I curled up and laughed harder than I have laughed in a while. *He kept worming his finger into that spot and my mind was racing as much as my heart because it's such a maddening ticklish spot but at the same time I was so excited by what all was happening that I didn't know how to process it.
I managed to roll onto my belly and when I did that he straddled me and tickled my bottom. *That was very arousing but he didn't linger there long. He moved forward and bear hugged my legs so he could tickle the bottoms of my feet. *He stayed there and tickled me until I couldn't breathe. *After that he laid next to me. *He laughed and said he was going to ask if I had enjoyed that but there was ample evidence that I was already. *I laughed too and hugged him. *It had been a long time since anyone had tickled me like that.
I've been thinking of asking him to forego his house hunting and live with me. *I've given a few days to muse on it because I don't want this to just be about tickling but I know he and I feel something very deep and special that goes beyond that. *That tickling definitely reminded me of the joy of living with someone who is spontaneous and fun loving. *And we've known each other our whole lives. *We've had a lot of experiences together. *I know I'm rambling after the tickle story but I just needed a place to unpackage that.
I have a friend from awhile back. *We've known each other since we were kids and we had some interesting times during our college years when we shared an apartment. *My friend was gay and I had been discovering bisexuality and during our time together we became sexually intimate. *I already knew during this time that I had a very strong tickling fetish but I hadn't shared it with him. *But we did tickle each other playfully on occasion and he discovered my secret as our intimacy grew. *I didn't know it but he had suspected I had a thing for tickling for awhile. *I was rather enthusiastic in these playful tickles I suppose and sometimes didn't quite conceal having an erection. *But there was this one moment when we were on the bed and we got into one of these playful tickles while we were naked. *He started tickling me and my body pretty much advertised with a neon sign that this was a major turn on and in that moment he laughed and told me I must have a tickle fetish.
I was mortified at first. *I had come from a pretty conservative upbringing and hadn't really had time to explore and understand this fetish and having it all come out like that really threw me for a loop. *At that age I still felt dirty just saying the word fetish. *Fortunately he was very understanding and told me that everyone had some kind of silly turn on and that just happened to be mine.
But things really progressed from there. *Being able to be open about this kink that I loved with him was very liberating. *I was more partial to being tickled and he developed an enjoyment of tickling me and our sessions grew increasingly exciting. *It started with me just lying back on the bed and letting him tickle me as a part of foreplay but it became ever more intense. *I had had fantasies of being tied up and tickled and we explored those as well. *Eventually we were having sessions where he would tie me down on the bed and just destroy me with tickling. *I haven't been on any roller coaster as crazy as those tickles were.
Unfortunately after college we drifted apart and started living different lives and when he moved out of town I found myself wondering if the whole thing had been just a phase we went through. *I still enjoyed tickling but as I said we had drifted apart. *Something about our relationship just didn't solidify. *We remained friends and talked with each other but that was it for the next several years. *Only now things have changed again.
About a month ago my friend had moved back into town and I invited him to stay at my house while looking for a place to live. *Living together we've been catching echoes from back when we were in college and we've started getting very close again. *We've become sexual once more and over the weekend we tapped into this tickling past.
We've always had a kind of playful relationship and I had taken a shower and as I was coming out of the bathroom he slipped around behind me and tickled my sides. *He got me laughing and I retreated to my bed but he followed me. *He asked me if I remembered those crazy tickling games and of course they were burned in my memory. *We were both laughing and he sat down on the bed and pulled my towel away. *I have this spot about half an inch below my bellybutton where I am extremely ticklish. *Back in college he would torment me with this spot while I was tied to the bed, worming his finger around in it and making me laugh until I was pleading for it to stop. *It was a crazy spot to be tickled in because it was quite arousing and at the same time it was murder. *He started working that spot and I curled up and laughed harder than I have laughed in a while. *He kept worming his finger into that spot and my mind was racing as much as my heart because it's such a maddening ticklish spot but at the same time I was so excited by what all was happening that I didn't know how to process it.
I managed to roll onto my belly and when I did that he straddled me and tickled my bottom. *That was very arousing but he didn't linger there long. He moved forward and bear hugged my legs so he could tickle the bottoms of my feet. *He stayed there and tickled me until I couldn't breathe. *After that he laid next to me. *He laughed and said he was going to ask if I had enjoyed that but there was ample evidence that I was already. *I laughed too and hugged him. *It had been a long time since anyone had tickled me like that.
I've been thinking of asking him to forego his house hunting and live with me. *I've given a few days to muse on it because I don't want this to just be about tickling but I know he and I feel something very deep and special that goes beyond that. *That tickling definitely reminded me of the joy of living with someone who is spontaneous and fun loving. *And we've known each other our whole lives. *We've had a lot of experiences together. *I know I'm rambling after the tickle story but I just needed a place to unpackage that.
