Hi, everybody!
If you look up "green" in the dictionary, you're going to see a big fat picture of my face, because that's precisely what I am. New. Fresh meat. The goofy kid out of boot in those war movies that always cracks jokes and then gets emotionally scarred when he sees a head blow up in front of him. I'm that guy, only there's nothing much to get emotionally scarred about here as long as heads aren't blowing up!
I'll start at the beginning.
A few weeks ago, I was ignorant about this fourm. I was ignorant about a tickling fetish. Hell, I'm still pretty ignorant to most of it! But my girlfriend and I finally got to leap over the hurdle that hopefully many couples get to experience in their time together. We sat down, sweaty palms, spinning heads, nervous as shit, and asked each other, "What really gets you going?"
Ah, fetishes!
Communication led to trust; trust led to deep conversation; deep conversation led to further emotional bonding; emotional bonding led to us slitting open the guts and putting it all out on the table. We wanted to be able to fulfill each other to the greatest extent, and we both recognized that we had specific sexual interests that we were afraid to share. I shared my kinks with her; she shared hers with me. Hers happened to be tickling!
She's held my hand and taught me a lot over the past few weeks. I wanted to learn as much as I could. The idea of somebody being aroused by tickling fascinated me. I wanted to know how to tickle her the way she wanted it; I wanted to know what I could do right and what I could do wrong; I wanted to know how I could enhance our sexual pleasure by showing her how much I loved this newly-revealed part of her. I do.
Vae -- the lovely lady (call her "Lollipop," because she hates that name) -- has been my best friend for years, and we thought we had all the knowledge we needed about each other when we became a couple. Time went by, and while we'd learned so much, I had never known about this side of her. I think it's beautiful. I've never been one to be bothered about fetishes (I can't explain how I got my own, so why should anybody else be judged for theirs?), and something about hers drives me wild and makes my best friend and my lover just that much more exciting, interesting, and lovable.
As of tonight, she and I just shared our respective fetish forums with one another. I can't wait to be a part and learn as much as I can about how to embrace this side of her. I don't believe someone should feel compelled to hide their sexual drives from the one they love, or from themselves. I believe being involved in this part of her life is integral to showing her what she means to me...and it's a big goddamn turn-on, too!
So, here I am, the F.N.G. I can't wait to learn more and get to know this community better! Looking forward to talking, discussing, and meeting new people who can bring to light the fine art of tickling-the-fuck out of somebody you love!
If you look up "green" in the dictionary, you're going to see a big fat picture of my face, because that's precisely what I am. New. Fresh meat. The goofy kid out of boot in those war movies that always cracks jokes and then gets emotionally scarred when he sees a head blow up in front of him. I'm that guy, only there's nothing much to get emotionally scarred about here as long as heads aren't blowing up!
I'll start at the beginning.
A few weeks ago, I was ignorant about this fourm. I was ignorant about a tickling fetish. Hell, I'm still pretty ignorant to most of it! But my girlfriend and I finally got to leap over the hurdle that hopefully many couples get to experience in their time together. We sat down, sweaty palms, spinning heads, nervous as shit, and asked each other, "What really gets you going?"
Ah, fetishes!
Communication led to trust; trust led to deep conversation; deep conversation led to further emotional bonding; emotional bonding led to us slitting open the guts and putting it all out on the table. We wanted to be able to fulfill each other to the greatest extent, and we both recognized that we had specific sexual interests that we were afraid to share. I shared my kinks with her; she shared hers with me. Hers happened to be tickling!
She's held my hand and taught me a lot over the past few weeks. I wanted to learn as much as I could. The idea of somebody being aroused by tickling fascinated me. I wanted to know how to tickle her the way she wanted it; I wanted to know what I could do right and what I could do wrong; I wanted to know how I could enhance our sexual pleasure by showing her how much I loved this newly-revealed part of her. I do.
Vae -- the lovely lady (call her "Lollipop," because she hates that name) -- has been my best friend for years, and we thought we had all the knowledge we needed about each other when we became a couple. Time went by, and while we'd learned so much, I had never known about this side of her. I think it's beautiful. I've never been one to be bothered about fetishes (I can't explain how I got my own, so why should anybody else be judged for theirs?), and something about hers drives me wild and makes my best friend and my lover just that much more exciting, interesting, and lovable.
As of tonight, she and I just shared our respective fetish forums with one another. I can't wait to be a part and learn as much as I can about how to embrace this side of her. I don't believe someone should feel compelled to hide their sexual drives from the one they love, or from themselves. I believe being involved in this part of her life is integral to showing her what she means to me...and it's a big goddamn turn-on, too!
So, here I am, the F.N.G. I can't wait to learn more and get to know this community better! Looking forward to talking, discussing, and meeting new people who can bring to light the fine art of tickling-the-fuck out of somebody you love!