Eternal Tomboy
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In order to understand this part, click on the first part so you can see exactly what led up to this new tickle encounter - I'll wait...... 
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?283519-Breaking-a-very-long-tickle-drought-M-F
Okay, now that you're all caught up, I'll tell you that ever since the day me and Jude took this "getting to know you quiz" he has referenced back to it several times - each time teasing me about being a liar. We could be talking about something totally unrelated and I'll say something along the lines of "trust me" when I'm offering up my opinion or a fact of some kind, and he'll joke, "How can I trust you when I know you LIED to me?"
I never did come out and admit that I was ticklish to him, but he knows because when he tickled me that day, I had an obviously ticklish reaction. There were a couple minor, one-second tickles that came after that initial discovery. Once when I was loading up our rig with a piece of equipment, I had my arms kind of over my head and he came along and gave me a couple quick pokes under my arms - making me jump. On another occasion, he needed a pen to write something down and he asked if he could borrow mine. So, I took one out of my pocket but didn't give it to him - I just kind of waved it in front of his face and said, "You mean THIS pen?" He stared me right in the eye and then reached over and tickled my ribs - getting another jump and a squeak out of me. Each one of these instances brought with them a massive flurry of butterflies in my stomach and serious case of perma-grin long after the ticklish feeling had subsided.
Then this past Sunday, we had an encounter that was exactly what I had been wishing for ever since the day we took that quiz. We were driving in the rig (me behind the wheel and him in the passenger seat), and he was teasing me about my age (he's a few years younger than I am) so just to piss him off, I swiped the iphone out of his hands and threw it into the storage spot inside my driver's side door so he couldn't get it back. I said something along the lines of, "That's what you get for calling me old."
When we got to the next clinic, we had about a half hour to kill so we parked. He asked for his phone back because he was bored, but I said, "Good be bored. Maybe next time you won't make fun of me."
Then before I knew what happened, he managed to swipe my iphone out of my hands, and stuffed it into his pants pocket (that was furthest away from me). FUCK. I let a few minutes go by, and when I thought his guard dropped a bit, I lunged over his lap and tried to get my phone out of his pocket. A wrestling match ensued, and went on for at least 5-10 minutes. He bragged that he used to be a wrestler, so I didn't pose that much of a threat - and I believed it because HOLY SHIT was he strong! When I realized I had NO hope of getting my phone from him, I basically gave up and sat back down in my seat, sweaty and defeated. A few minutes later, he opened his door and stepped out of the rig to get something outside, and by sheer luck, my phone popped out of his pocket and landed on his seat. I snatched it quickly before he even realized what had happened, and stuffed it into my pocket - now I had both our phones.
When he got back in the rig, I asked "Hey, where's my phone?"
He reached into the pocket where it used to be and said, "Fuck" then looked over at me (I had a HUGE grin on my face).
I then proceeded to rub my victory in his face and act completely obnoxious about it. Within seconds, he reached over and began to tickle squeeze the spot right above my kneecap. My entire body spazzed out because that happens to be one of the most ticklish spots on my body. I was giggling and trying to pry his hand off my leg, but his freakishly strong grip held firm and continued to torture me.
After a few seconds he said, "What's the matter? I thought you weren't ticklish. Judging by your reactions right now, I'd say you're highly ticklish! You're whole body goes into convulsions every time I do this (he said and squeezed my knee again)."
He would pause his tickling for a second or two and then start back up, probably enjoying the way he made me jump and squirm every time he tickled me. Being behind the wheel, gave me very little wiggle room to escape. This went on for 30-60 seconds of off-and-on tickling and I couldn't do anything to stop it.
The adrenaline rush I had after he finished tickling me was INSANE. My heart was galloping and the butterflies in my stomach felt like the ones I get after I ride a roller coaster. For the remainder of the afternoon, every time I thought about this scene, all those feelings would rush back in again. I haven't had this much real-life fodder for my ticklish fantasies in a LONG time!!! Who knows, maybe those tickle statistics about people over 40 will no longer apply to me
***Side note: The subject of BDSM came up in conversation (because I had just seen the latest 50 Shade of Gray movie) and Jude and I got into a very long discussion about it. The way he seemed to take offense to the portrayal of the "lifestyle" raised a few flags in my head - anyone who would get offended by the inaccuracies in the movie would HAVE to be into the whole Dom/Sub thing. Then he showed me a tattoo on his arm and told me it had something to do with what we were talking about (but wouldn't tell me exactly what). Later that night, I went home and google searched BDSM tattoos, and the one he has on his bicep indicates that he's a Dominant. I've tried to get him to open up more about it since my discovery, but he's playing it cool and seems to enjoy keeping me in suspense. But if that conversation ever DOES happen and all the details come spilling out, I have no doubt that my tickle fetish will also come up. Should be VERY interesting to see where all this goes.....
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?283519-Breaking-a-very-long-tickle-drought-M-F
Okay, now that you're all caught up, I'll tell you that ever since the day me and Jude took this "getting to know you quiz" he has referenced back to it several times - each time teasing me about being a liar. We could be talking about something totally unrelated and I'll say something along the lines of "trust me" when I'm offering up my opinion or a fact of some kind, and he'll joke, "How can I trust you when I know you LIED to me?"
I never did come out and admit that I was ticklish to him, but he knows because when he tickled me that day, I had an obviously ticklish reaction. There were a couple minor, one-second tickles that came after that initial discovery. Once when I was loading up our rig with a piece of equipment, I had my arms kind of over my head and he came along and gave me a couple quick pokes under my arms - making me jump. On another occasion, he needed a pen to write something down and he asked if he could borrow mine. So, I took one out of my pocket but didn't give it to him - I just kind of waved it in front of his face and said, "You mean THIS pen?" He stared me right in the eye and then reached over and tickled my ribs - getting another jump and a squeak out of me. Each one of these instances brought with them a massive flurry of butterflies in my stomach and serious case of perma-grin long after the ticklish feeling had subsided.
Then this past Sunday, we had an encounter that was exactly what I had been wishing for ever since the day we took that quiz. We were driving in the rig (me behind the wheel and him in the passenger seat), and he was teasing me about my age (he's a few years younger than I am) so just to piss him off, I swiped the iphone out of his hands and threw it into the storage spot inside my driver's side door so he couldn't get it back. I said something along the lines of, "That's what you get for calling me old."
When we got to the next clinic, we had about a half hour to kill so we parked. He asked for his phone back because he was bored, but I said, "Good be bored. Maybe next time you won't make fun of me."
Then before I knew what happened, he managed to swipe my iphone out of my hands, and stuffed it into his pants pocket (that was furthest away from me). FUCK. I let a few minutes go by, and when I thought his guard dropped a bit, I lunged over his lap and tried to get my phone out of his pocket. A wrestling match ensued, and went on for at least 5-10 minutes. He bragged that he used to be a wrestler, so I didn't pose that much of a threat - and I believed it because HOLY SHIT was he strong! When I realized I had NO hope of getting my phone from him, I basically gave up and sat back down in my seat, sweaty and defeated. A few minutes later, he opened his door and stepped out of the rig to get something outside, and by sheer luck, my phone popped out of his pocket and landed on his seat. I snatched it quickly before he even realized what had happened, and stuffed it into my pocket - now I had both our phones.
When he got back in the rig, I asked "Hey, where's my phone?"
He reached into the pocket where it used to be and said, "Fuck" then looked over at me (I had a HUGE grin on my face).
I then proceeded to rub my victory in his face and act completely obnoxious about it. Within seconds, he reached over and began to tickle squeeze the spot right above my kneecap. My entire body spazzed out because that happens to be one of the most ticklish spots on my body. I was giggling and trying to pry his hand off my leg, but his freakishly strong grip held firm and continued to torture me.
After a few seconds he said, "What's the matter? I thought you weren't ticklish. Judging by your reactions right now, I'd say you're highly ticklish! You're whole body goes into convulsions every time I do this (he said and squeezed my knee again)."
He would pause his tickling for a second or two and then start back up, probably enjoying the way he made me jump and squirm every time he tickled me. Being behind the wheel, gave me very little wiggle room to escape. This went on for 30-60 seconds of off-and-on tickling and I couldn't do anything to stop it.
The adrenaline rush I had after he finished tickling me was INSANE. My heart was galloping and the butterflies in my stomach felt like the ones I get after I ride a roller coaster. For the remainder of the afternoon, every time I thought about this scene, all those feelings would rush back in again. I haven't had this much real-life fodder for my ticklish fantasies in a LONG time!!! Who knows, maybe those tickle statistics about people over 40 will no longer apply to me
***Side note: The subject of BDSM came up in conversation (because I had just seen the latest 50 Shade of Gray movie) and Jude and I got into a very long discussion about it. The way he seemed to take offense to the portrayal of the "lifestyle" raised a few flags in my head - anyone who would get offended by the inaccuracies in the movie would HAVE to be into the whole Dom/Sub thing. Then he showed me a tattoo on his arm and told me it had something to do with what we were talking about (but wouldn't tell me exactly what). Later that night, I went home and google searched BDSM tattoos, and the one he has on his bicep indicates that he's a Dominant. I've tried to get him to open up more about it since my discovery, but he's playing it cool and seems to enjoy keeping me in suspense. But if that conversation ever DOES happen and all the details come spilling out, I have no doubt that my tickle fetish will also come up. Should be VERY interesting to see where all this goes.....
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Sounds like me trying to figure out women.
). I'd think a dom (power trip) wouldn't want to spill too many personals, not even entering into the previously mentioned legitimate reasons for his perhaps continued silence, but being slanted to wanting control and power near all the time, I can think of some others (related more to his dom persona, than anything else). Why would he needlessly be sharing intimates about himself, when he would only ruin any potential future possibility to manipulate you about such matters? Why show your hand if you still want to play the game, in a sense? Not saying one way or another, but unless I felt like acting right there and then on a matter (impatient 
), why leave more than seeds? Seeds will hopefully grow, and start to fester in the person as they ruminate about something I may have already forgotten about. Then, letting one marinate and stew in the mess you've started in them, wait until I decide to cause the most harm (or delight, depending on your mentality) and only then act on what I've but hinted at before.
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