tickledmrs
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Many have read my stories and know of my current tickling life. I thought I'd write about how my journey into tickling started.
I have been tickled since I was young, mostly by family, my dad, brother, aunt and my uncle Phil. That's when dad and Phil weren't tickling the daylights out of my mom, who is super ticklish, but that's a story for another day. They didn't overdo it tickling me, but enough to decide if I was going to hate it or love it, me rolling around on the floor laughing like crazy.
Then in my teens my brother and his friends would pin me and tickle me into hysterics every chance they got. Four of them tickling me all over until I was out of my mind and exhausted. Or two of them, one on my legs as the other tickled my feet for at least half an hour. I went wild with laughter, sometimes it turning silent. I'd do whatever they said, go to the store, clean around the house, mow the lawn for them, doing the chores they should be doing. But somehow, I was getting to like being tickled, teasing them with crop tops and shorts, going barefoot.
Then college came, and guys I dated soon found out how ticklish I was, a poke here and there, a hand on my back had me giggling and squirming, which just encouraged them to find other ticklish spots. Every guy I dated had to find out how ticklish I was, and the date turned into a ticklefest for them. I was a cheerleader, and got gang tickled several times by the girls and the guys as well as my dorm roomie. It was torture, it was like I was their tickle toy entertainment. But I still wore teasing clothing, which encouraged them more.
I met my hubby in college, he would tickle the hell out of me on our dates, but he was a good guy and we finally married. He tickled me all night on our wedding night(as well as other things!). I had a couple of close gf's that would tickle me too, and it was then I suspected I was bi, but convention back in those days pretty much dictated a man and woman marry. He is a good man, and we have two great kids, he and his friends tickle me silly, as well as other women, and I have some close gf's. That's all I'm prepared to say about that.
Back in the day I was tickled at work often by both male and female colleagues, not so much today, as its considered inappropriate.
So this brings me to the numerous stories I've posted about being tickled. At 56 I'm still super ticklish, and still get tickled a lot. I expect this won't end anytime soon, and I'm still ok with it, even though it drives me to insanity.
I have been tickled since I was young, mostly by family, my dad, brother, aunt and my uncle Phil. That's when dad and Phil weren't tickling the daylights out of my mom, who is super ticklish, but that's a story for another day. They didn't overdo it tickling me, but enough to decide if I was going to hate it or love it, me rolling around on the floor laughing like crazy.
Then in my teens my brother and his friends would pin me and tickle me into hysterics every chance they got. Four of them tickling me all over until I was out of my mind and exhausted. Or two of them, one on my legs as the other tickled my feet for at least half an hour. I went wild with laughter, sometimes it turning silent. I'd do whatever they said, go to the store, clean around the house, mow the lawn for them, doing the chores they should be doing. But somehow, I was getting to like being tickled, teasing them with crop tops and shorts, going barefoot.
Then college came, and guys I dated soon found out how ticklish I was, a poke here and there, a hand on my back had me giggling and squirming, which just encouraged them to find other ticklish spots. Every guy I dated had to find out how ticklish I was, and the date turned into a ticklefest for them. I was a cheerleader, and got gang tickled several times by the girls and the guys as well as my dorm roomie. It was torture, it was like I was their tickle toy entertainment. But I still wore teasing clothing, which encouraged them more.
I met my hubby in college, he would tickle the hell out of me on our dates, but he was a good guy and we finally married. He tickled me all night on our wedding night(as well as other things!). I had a couple of close gf's that would tickle me too, and it was then I suspected I was bi, but convention back in those days pretty much dictated a man and woman marry. He is a good man, and we have two great kids, he and his friends tickle me silly, as well as other women, and I have some close gf's. That's all I'm prepared to say about that.
Back in the day I was tickled at work often by both male and female colleagues, not so much today, as its considered inappropriate.
So this brings me to the numerous stories I've posted about being tickled. At 56 I'm still super ticklish, and still get tickled a lot. I expect this won't end anytime soon, and I'm still ok with it, even though it drives me to insanity.
