Ok, so I'm on the phone last night with a close friend of mine (sweetheart by the way) He's into tickling too. And he asks me the $million dollar question$
Why do you like to be tickled?
I thought about it a second... and said "I have no idea... because I honestly can't stand it"
I know... I know... I don't get it either. But after thinking it over this morning. 
I've come to realize that I have a love/hate relationship with being tickled. It is the most honest way to describe it.
When someone is tickling me, I absolutely hate it... but absolutely love it. My mouth screams STOP IT!
But my internal desire is for him to continue without mercy. 
It's kinda like a roller coaster ride. You see the ride... 300 foot drop from the highest hill...
You're scared to death... yet still walking toward the line (which is a 3 1/2 hour wait by the way) With great anticipation, you inch with the line toward the ride. Once you're strapped in the seat, your heart races. You have to pee (eventhough you just went to the bathroom) 
You can't think straight. While the ride races across the tracks at 90 mph, you're screaming bloody murder... GET ME OFF THIS THING!! 
Your stomach is dropping, heart is pumping and breathing is... are you even still breathing??? Once the ride stops, you get off, check your pulse, fix your hair and go pee... once you've gathered that you'll live to see another day... guess what?
LET'S DO THAT AGAIN!!!!
You hated every second of it, but something about it just keeps calling you back for more.
LMAO... I'm sorry, but that's the best way I can describe the way I feel about being tickled. If you feel me, thank you! If not... I tried
Your girl, CC
Why do you like to be tickled?
I thought about it a second... and said "I have no idea... because I honestly can't stand it"
I know... I know... I don't get it either. But after thinking it over this morning. I've come to realize that I have a love/hate relationship with being tickled. It is the most honest way to describe it. When someone is tickling me, I absolutely hate it... but absolutely love it. My mouth screams STOP IT!
But my internal desire is for him to continue without mercy. It's kinda like a roller coaster ride. You see the ride... 300 foot drop from the highest hill...
You're scared to death... yet still walking toward the line (which is a 3 1/2 hour wait by the way) With great anticipation, you inch with the line toward the ride. Once you're strapped in the seat, your heart races. You have to pee (eventhough you just went to the bathroom) You can't think straight. While the ride races across the tracks at 90 mph, you're screaming bloody murder... GET ME OFF THIS THING!! Your stomach is dropping, heart is pumping and breathing is... are you even still breathing??? Once the ride stops, you get off, check your pulse, fix your hair and go pee... once you've gathered that you'll live to see another day... guess what? LET'S DO THAT AGAIN!!!!
You hated every second of it, but something about it just keeps calling you back for more.
LMAO... I'm sorry, but that's the best way I can describe the way I feel about being tickled. If you feel me, thank you! If not... I tried
Your girl, CC
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