CageTigerShark
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Hey all. I’d like to share an experience from the other night.
I have an account on Plenty of Fish where I actively promote an interest in tickling. After many conversations that fizzled out, I finally managed to get someone’s attention. She was a trans Asian female (post-op) who was offering time for money. I indicated interest in a non-sexual tickle session, and she agreed.
After planning back and forth for about a day, I agreed to meet her. I drove out to Worcester MA, about 1.5 hours on the road. Not bad. I was also traveling on the path of a very large and powerful thunderstorm, which was really cool to watch. It never ceases to amaze me how people can suddenly forget how to drive, in the rain.
Anyway, I arrived in Worcester at 9pm, as was the scheduled time for our session. I called her, she came out to meet me; and honestly, she wasn’t that bad-looking. Her accent made it difficult to have a conversation with her, and she spoke very quietly, covering up her anxiety with little laughs and whatnot. I was ready to do this, because I had a feeling it would be an important experience for me, having previously identified as a trans lesbian female.
While I met her outside, in the rain, she welcomed me underneath her umbrella and I noticed two vehicles suddenly pull into the street and park nearby, with their lights on.
We were about to go into her place, and then she told me that we had to wait for her neighbor to go to bed, and instructed me to get into her car.
My instincts immediately screamed GET OUT OF THERE.
I expressed confusion at her request and told her that I would wait in my car instead. I usually carry a blade with me, especially in strange scenarios, but I didn’t have it on me. She said “ok” as if she understood my decision, and I felt a distinct sense of mutual respect as we made eye contact. I went back to my car, and sat there for a few minutes before I finally listened to the inner voice that was telling me to leave. She never texted me back. I pulled up the road and circled the other two vehicles as I made a 3-point turn, and left the area.
I stopped at Dunkin Donut’s on the way home, in the rain, and left a $5 tip. I also saved $150 for the expense of the canceled session.
Moral of the story: I was really close to getting something I thought I wanted, but I was endangering myself to do so. I’ve had plenty of experiences with internet strangers before, but I’ve very rarely felt the distinct urge to retreat, even when I was presumably so close to feeling satisfied.
I drove the entire 1.5 hours back with the confidence knowing that I could have possibly saved myself from being robbed or killed.
I ended up tickling the bare feet, armpits and stomach of a cute 24 year-old brunette from the same website, a few days later.
Happy tickling, if you can find it right now. Be safe out there.
I have an account on Plenty of Fish where I actively promote an interest in tickling. After many conversations that fizzled out, I finally managed to get someone’s attention. She was a trans Asian female (post-op) who was offering time for money. I indicated interest in a non-sexual tickle session, and she agreed.
After planning back and forth for about a day, I agreed to meet her. I drove out to Worcester MA, about 1.5 hours on the road. Not bad. I was also traveling on the path of a very large and powerful thunderstorm, which was really cool to watch. It never ceases to amaze me how people can suddenly forget how to drive, in the rain.
Anyway, I arrived in Worcester at 9pm, as was the scheduled time for our session. I called her, she came out to meet me; and honestly, she wasn’t that bad-looking. Her accent made it difficult to have a conversation with her, and she spoke very quietly, covering up her anxiety with little laughs and whatnot. I was ready to do this, because I had a feeling it would be an important experience for me, having previously identified as a trans lesbian female.
While I met her outside, in the rain, she welcomed me underneath her umbrella and I noticed two vehicles suddenly pull into the street and park nearby, with their lights on.
We were about to go into her place, and then she told me that we had to wait for her neighbor to go to bed, and instructed me to get into her car.
My instincts immediately screamed GET OUT OF THERE.
I expressed confusion at her request and told her that I would wait in my car instead. I usually carry a blade with me, especially in strange scenarios, but I didn’t have it on me. She said “ok” as if she understood my decision, and I felt a distinct sense of mutual respect as we made eye contact. I went back to my car, and sat there for a few minutes before I finally listened to the inner voice that was telling me to leave. She never texted me back. I pulled up the road and circled the other two vehicles as I made a 3-point turn, and left the area.
I stopped at Dunkin Donut’s on the way home, in the rain, and left a $5 tip. I also saved $150 for the expense of the canceled session.
Moral of the story: I was really close to getting something I thought I wanted, but I was endangering myself to do so. I’ve had plenty of experiences with internet strangers before, but I’ve very rarely felt the distinct urge to retreat, even when I was presumably so close to feeling satisfied.
I drove the entire 1.5 hours back with the confidence knowing that I could have possibly saved myself from being robbed or killed.
I ended up tickling the bare feet, armpits and stomach of a cute 24 year-old brunette from the same website, a few days later.
Happy tickling, if you can find it right now. Be safe out there.
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