realista_magica
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**I posted this on Fetlife as well, but since more there are more tickle buddies here, I am re-posting it. If you'd like to address to me after reading this, you can send me a message either here or FL, or just leave a comment . **
Hello there!
I would like to share a (very) recent experience I had (yesterday)...
I met this guy for our second tickle session. The first session went pretty awesome and we got along quite well so we decided to see each other again. He is a very shy and nice guy, one year younger than me and he had never experienced tickling with someone who also loves it, so he was very enthusiast about it. We met at a hotel around 4:10 pm.
Anyway, the tickling started and, I must say, for a guy who has never had a session, he is quite skilled; maybe because he keeps his fingernails very, very long, or I really don’t know... there’s something about his touch that gets me to react in very different ways! He doesn’t dig or scratch, the pressure and speed is just perfect to get me from silly giggles to belly laughs... and since I loved it SO much, I forgot a very basic rule: set your limits.
I told him about my limits the first time we sessioned: no nudity (yet), no sexual stuff (yet), and to stop when I said the safeword. All that worked wonders our first time, but I decided to let my masochist role come out to play and I completely forgot to establish rules during our second tickle date.
To be completely honest, I didn’t want limits. I wanted to be pushed far from my limits for once, since I’ve been craving to feel that way since I first started playing. I kinda thought: "His touch is perfect to drive me to insanity if I stand it a bit longer". Huge mistake.
He doesn’t know much about bondage so we didn’t use rope, we just used my pair of velcro handcuffs. I didn’t have those on the whole time, since it seems he was not really that interested in getting me all tied up and restrained, he is perfectly fine with holding me down and tickling me and well, that’s pretty much enough since I become completely helpless once he gets me laughing!
Tickle play started around 4:45, 5 PM, loose or handcuffed, for about 25-30 non-stop. It was crazy. I had such a rush and I really didn’t want it to stop. He didn’t seem to want to stop it either. Even though we are friendly with each other, we don’t really talk much between “breaks”, so these were pretty short. He constantly teased me and tickled me softly during breaks. I totally loved it and I never, ever asked for more time out.
By 8 PM I was fucking exhausted. I had a bathroom break for about 4 minutes or so and we went back right at it. This time, since we wanted to wrap it up before 9 PM, he asked if it was OK to finish by 8:30. I was OK with it and to be honest, I didn’t think there was much laughter left in me (Gosh, I get a bit anxious just writing about it), but he kept looking for spots until he found one on my bare shoulders and back, and he built it up from there.
I was wearing panties and I was topless, he turned me on my back and stretched my arms above my head. Then, he placed himself on the top of the bed, kneeling down to tickle my underarms. I don’t know where was all this laughter coming from, but I just couldn’t stop laughing! Which encouraged him to continue. He tickled my underarms and breasts until I was almost in tears and then he went down to the sides. I was out of my mind, wheezy-laughing and then he attacked my sides, my belly and my navel that is crazy, CRAZY ticklish.
I lost it. I laughed even harder and he went pretty sadistic all of the suden. He was like: “We have 10 more minutes more, just 10 more minutes”. I was feeling dizzy, and my laughter -even though it was laughter- didn’t feel like laughter anymore. He stood up and leaned over to blow raspberries on my belly. I felt how I was feeling weaker and weaker and I started to doze off... he kept for about 3 more minutes before, with all the strength left that I had, I rolled on the side and pushed his hands away, with handcuffs and all. He finished and asked if I liked it. Of course I did, I said, but I was feeling funny and decided to stay laying on my side for a moment.
When I sat down (quickly), I felt like I had something in my throat that was cutting off my breathing. I started to get really anxious and even though I could breath through my nose, I felt a strange mass in my throat and started to panic.
I jumped off the bed and opened the door of the room, but there was not enough air for me to feel comfortable. I felt shaky, uneasy, very weak, and extremely anxious. I was able to breath through my nose and take deep breaths, but I was too afraid to talk. My tickle date realized something was wrong and tired to calm me down, but I wouldn’t. He rubbed my back and took deep breaths with me but I wasn’t feeling better at all, I suddenly felt how the blood was running rather slowly through my veins, but my heartbeat was high.
I felt like, if I closed my eyes, I’d fucking pass out and never wake up. I thought I had thrombosis, a heart attack or something cardiovascular happening to me and I couldn’t do anything to help it. I thought I was going to leave that motel in an ambulance and none will ever know what happened to me, I was thinking of possible ways to explain what happened to me to the doctor, in case I needed to go to the emergency room. I grabbed my phone and called a friend, he wasn’t able to help me, so I called another friend, who first thought I was kidding, but agreed to come to my rescue.
Once I was able to stand up, I tried baby steps, but I was feeling too weak. I asked my tickle date to help me with the stairs and I also asked him to call himself an Uber, my treat, because I needed him out of there before my friend arrived so I didn’t have to give a lot of explanations. I have such bad luck that my friend arrived before my date’s Uber and there was this awkward silence where my friend was trying not to laugh his ass off, since I looked fine to him. Messy and exhausted perhaps, but not dying, get what I’m saying?
My date’s Uber arrived and he literally got out of my car and ran to his Uber so fast that my friend and I couldn’t do anything else but laugh at the fact that he was fucking running away from us. FROM THE WHOLE SITUATION. Poor guy, I guess I scared him off. Once my friend started talking to me and asking questions, I felt slightly better, but I didn’t want to go back home, so I asked if I could sleep over. I did.
I got better in a couple of hours and slept like a rock. Right now, my limbs feel very heavy and tired, and my throat is a bit sore. I’m not sure if this is the tickling’s aftermath since I’ve never, NEVER, felt this exhausted before.
I’m not sure how bad was what happened to me at the hotel. If you’ve reading this and you’ve played with me before, you know I get a bit carried away with my laughs, but I never nearly pass out, right? It was horrible and I’m not sure this would happen again in another session, but I am giving tickling a rest for now since it was a huge scare for me.
I’m also not sure if it had something to do with my circulation, with the position (that I do not consider that hardcore), with the intensity, or the fact that I was tickled since 4:45 to 8:30 with a total of 10 minutes of break or less (global). I’ve been tickled for very long periods before and this never happened.
I don’t know if it had something to do with he fact that I am a chain-smoker, over weight currently under a 1000 cal diet, or if it was a panic attack or what. Not sure, don’t know, but I REALLY want to know.
Maybe it happened because I set no limits? I really wanted to be broken and damn I was... I liked it when it was happening, but the aftermath was not pretty at all.
Has this ever happened to you? Or something that might seem similar to what happened to me? It would help me a lot to read some of your personal experiences so I don’t feel like a total weirdo for almost dying from tickling.
Thanks for reading me!
Xoxo
F
Hello there!
I would like to share a (very) recent experience I had (yesterday)...
I met this guy for our second tickle session. The first session went pretty awesome and we got along quite well so we decided to see each other again. He is a very shy and nice guy, one year younger than me and he had never experienced tickling with someone who also loves it, so he was very enthusiast about it. We met at a hotel around 4:10 pm.
Anyway, the tickling started and, I must say, for a guy who has never had a session, he is quite skilled; maybe because he keeps his fingernails very, very long, or I really don’t know... there’s something about his touch that gets me to react in very different ways! He doesn’t dig or scratch, the pressure and speed is just perfect to get me from silly giggles to belly laughs... and since I loved it SO much, I forgot a very basic rule: set your limits.
I told him about my limits the first time we sessioned: no nudity (yet), no sexual stuff (yet), and to stop when I said the safeword. All that worked wonders our first time, but I decided to let my masochist role come out to play and I completely forgot to establish rules during our second tickle date.
To be completely honest, I didn’t want limits. I wanted to be pushed far from my limits for once, since I’ve been craving to feel that way since I first started playing. I kinda thought: "His touch is perfect to drive me to insanity if I stand it a bit longer". Huge mistake.
He doesn’t know much about bondage so we didn’t use rope, we just used my pair of velcro handcuffs. I didn’t have those on the whole time, since it seems he was not really that interested in getting me all tied up and restrained, he is perfectly fine with holding me down and tickling me and well, that’s pretty much enough since I become completely helpless once he gets me laughing!
Tickle play started around 4:45, 5 PM, loose or handcuffed, for about 25-30 non-stop. It was crazy. I had such a rush and I really didn’t want it to stop. He didn’t seem to want to stop it either. Even though we are friendly with each other, we don’t really talk much between “breaks”, so these were pretty short. He constantly teased me and tickled me softly during breaks. I totally loved it and I never, ever asked for more time out.
By 8 PM I was fucking exhausted. I had a bathroom break for about 4 minutes or so and we went back right at it. This time, since we wanted to wrap it up before 9 PM, he asked if it was OK to finish by 8:30. I was OK with it and to be honest, I didn’t think there was much laughter left in me (Gosh, I get a bit anxious just writing about it), but he kept looking for spots until he found one on my bare shoulders and back, and he built it up from there.
I was wearing panties and I was topless, he turned me on my back and stretched my arms above my head. Then, he placed himself on the top of the bed, kneeling down to tickle my underarms. I don’t know where was all this laughter coming from, but I just couldn’t stop laughing! Which encouraged him to continue. He tickled my underarms and breasts until I was almost in tears and then he went down to the sides. I was out of my mind, wheezy-laughing and then he attacked my sides, my belly and my navel that is crazy, CRAZY ticklish.
I lost it. I laughed even harder and he went pretty sadistic all of the suden. He was like: “We have 10 more minutes more, just 10 more minutes”. I was feeling dizzy, and my laughter -even though it was laughter- didn’t feel like laughter anymore. He stood up and leaned over to blow raspberries on my belly. I felt how I was feeling weaker and weaker and I started to doze off... he kept for about 3 more minutes before, with all the strength left that I had, I rolled on the side and pushed his hands away, with handcuffs and all. He finished and asked if I liked it. Of course I did, I said, but I was feeling funny and decided to stay laying on my side for a moment.
When I sat down (quickly), I felt like I had something in my throat that was cutting off my breathing. I started to get really anxious and even though I could breath through my nose, I felt a strange mass in my throat and started to panic.
I jumped off the bed and opened the door of the room, but there was not enough air for me to feel comfortable. I felt shaky, uneasy, very weak, and extremely anxious. I was able to breath through my nose and take deep breaths, but I was too afraid to talk. My tickle date realized something was wrong and tired to calm me down, but I wouldn’t. He rubbed my back and took deep breaths with me but I wasn’t feeling better at all, I suddenly felt how the blood was running rather slowly through my veins, but my heartbeat was high.
I felt like, if I closed my eyes, I’d fucking pass out and never wake up. I thought I had thrombosis, a heart attack or something cardiovascular happening to me and I couldn’t do anything to help it. I thought I was going to leave that motel in an ambulance and none will ever know what happened to me, I was thinking of possible ways to explain what happened to me to the doctor, in case I needed to go to the emergency room. I grabbed my phone and called a friend, he wasn’t able to help me, so I called another friend, who first thought I was kidding, but agreed to come to my rescue.
Once I was able to stand up, I tried baby steps, but I was feeling too weak. I asked my tickle date to help me with the stairs and I also asked him to call himself an Uber, my treat, because I needed him out of there before my friend arrived so I didn’t have to give a lot of explanations. I have such bad luck that my friend arrived before my date’s Uber and there was this awkward silence where my friend was trying not to laugh his ass off, since I looked fine to him. Messy and exhausted perhaps, but not dying, get what I’m saying?
My date’s Uber arrived and he literally got out of my car and ran to his Uber so fast that my friend and I couldn’t do anything else but laugh at the fact that he was fucking running away from us. FROM THE WHOLE SITUATION. Poor guy, I guess I scared him off. Once my friend started talking to me and asking questions, I felt slightly better, but I didn’t want to go back home, so I asked if I could sleep over. I did.
I got better in a couple of hours and slept like a rock. Right now, my limbs feel very heavy and tired, and my throat is a bit sore. I’m not sure if this is the tickling’s aftermath since I’ve never, NEVER, felt this exhausted before.
I’m not sure how bad was what happened to me at the hotel. If you’ve reading this and you’ve played with me before, you know I get a bit carried away with my laughs, but I never nearly pass out, right? It was horrible and I’m not sure this would happen again in another session, but I am giving tickling a rest for now since it was a huge scare for me.
I’m also not sure if it had something to do with my circulation, with the position (that I do not consider that hardcore), with the intensity, or the fact that I was tickled since 4:45 to 8:30 with a total of 10 minutes of break or less (global). I’ve been tickled for very long periods before and this never happened.
I don’t know if it had something to do with he fact that I am a chain-smoker, over weight currently under a 1000 cal diet, or if it was a panic attack or what. Not sure, don’t know, but I REALLY want to know.
Maybe it happened because I set no limits? I really wanted to be broken and damn I was... I liked it when it was happening, but the aftermath was not pretty at all.
Has this ever happened to you? Or something that might seem similar to what happened to me? It would help me a lot to read some of your personal experiences so I don’t feel like a total weirdo for almost dying from tickling.
Thanks for reading me!
Xoxo
F