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Come on! Brag about your good fortune, be it now or then! Whether or not it was ten years ago....or this morning! What was your last "score", either as ler or lee? It might have been a quick poke.....or a full-blown tied down and tickle tortured session! I mean, what are we talking about in this section?! Spill it, brethren!

Here's my last one. Mine was this summer, in July, I bumped into this friend of mine, who was kind of like a little sister to me when we worked together. We hadn't seen each other in years. Now she's 28, and doesn't seem like such a little sister anymore, lol. Anyways, I was at a bar, she saw me and called me over to her table of girlfriends and basically it was me and her telling her friends funny stories about each other and the place we used to work. I was sitting on a stool, she was standing next to me and had her arm around my neck, and I had put my arm around her waist.....but just friendly, this wasn't flirting, she was just happy to see me (and vice versa).

Maybe it was the liquid courage, but at one point, as she finished telling a story or something and the laughter died down...nobody spoke for a minute, it was a slight awkward pause and I looked up at her grinning, and she looked down at me grinning.....awww, old friends, right? So to fill in the silence, as we just "beamed" at each other....I reached over with my other hand and sprinkled a quick tickle on her navel, a little to the side of the button, and slightly below. She IMMEDIATLEY buckled over (remember I'm holding her with my other hand on her waist), and the whole table laughed. All her girlfriends, they went like "AaaaaaH!" as if to say "he got you!" lol. So she straightens up and looks at me grinning, as if to say "ok, you got me". But again.....no talking, awkward pause......so I tickled her again! lol. Same thing, a great yelp and a giggle and her friends "Aaaaah" again, and she straightens up and is saying "Don't. Don't" waggling her finger at me, lol. But not moving away either! ;)

She was wearing a sultry thin little white slip dress, oh man, heartbreaking. "Maggie The Cat" sultry.

Anyways......I'll bet i never pull off something like that again, I'm 47 after all, albeit boyish, but still. I don't think I have many more of those up my sleeve, unless it's the nurses at the old folks home!

Ok, so that's my sneaky brag. what about yours?!
 
I married someone I met at a local play party and we chatted a bit on FetLife. He wasn't a tickle fetishist, but he liked sensation play, sensual domination over harsh domination, and was more of a service top. I was the first person he'd run into that actually enjoyed and asked to be tickled. I still wouldn't say he has a fetish for it, but he enjoys tickling me and will tickle others if they want it. We've been together for almost four years, we lived together for about two and half years, and got married last December. He doesn't like to be tickled, but that is okay because we started off in an open relationship and now we're in an open marriage. We play/fuck others together and solo. I am also a professional switch, so I also make money doing this(If the client wants tickling and I don't offer sexy time when I do professional sessions.). I joined this site in January 2009 and even before my husband and I had met I had been playing pretty much nonstop since 2010. My husband tickles me just about everyday.
 
My last session with Goddess Shelly was on last Sunday, September 11. It included being tied down to my four-poster bed and tickled tortured without a break for 75 minutes. :bouncybou
 
A little over a year ago. ....wasn't much for being tickled but great laugh. Had a couple dates before we both had things to deal with.
 
I married someone I met at a local play party and we chatted a bit on FetLife. He wasn't a tickle fetishist, but he liked sensation play, sensual domination over harsh domination, and was more of a service top. I was the first person he'd run into that actually enjoyed and asked to be tickled. I still wouldn't say he has a fetish for it, but he enjoys tickling me and will tickle others if they want it. We've been together for almost four years, we lived together for about two and half years, and got married last December. He doesn't like to be tickled, but that is okay because we started off in an open relationship and now we're in an open marriage. We play/fuck others together and solo. I am also a professional switch, so I also make money doing this(If the client wants tickling and I don't offer sexy time when I do professional sessions.). I joined this site in January 2009 and even before my husband and I had met I had been playing pretty much nonstop since 2010. My husband tickles me just about everyday.

Yeah, being married to someone (or having a partner) who knows and enjoys what you're into is The Best, that's the only way to describe it.
Last time? This morning. (We both work at home).

Wait...hang on...

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... Just now. :rockon:
 
Unsurprisingly, my last "score" was the last shoot I did. August 9th, I think, with Mya, a foot model from Instagram (@myasplayground). She's got around 8000 followers, and is probably one of the most popular people I've ever worked with.

Anyway, she'd told me in our pre-session chat that she was a submissive that used to go with a guy who was one of us, and she "loved the pain of laughing so hard". We finally met after a four-or-so hours' drive on my part down to SoCal.

Just as gorgeous in person as she was on her Instagram, with a brand-new Suicide Squad-themed purple pedicure for the occasion. We quickly settled on an appropriate safeword ("Who's your favorite Squadder?" "Harley!" "Okay, your safeword is 'Harley sucks!'"), which she promptly forgot after the first go-round. Mya is really ticklish and we eventually had to go with my usual standby ("red") lest things get bad.

Anyhow, I'd booked her for two hours and tickled the everlovin' crap outta her feet, chatting with her escort (he too, is one of us; we talked about the biz while Mya toweled off between takes), but the crowner was our final clip; I decided to have her sit on the motel room's couch and put her feet on the coffee table. The angle was such that she couldn't really pull them away, especially with me holding an ankle. I proceeded to go to town with my purple feather and Sonicare.

Best part tho, was the fact that I'd been getting her to call "red!" after like five minutes every time, and I guess she was getting embarassed at folding like a house o' cards so quick. She decided that she was not gonna safeword again, and informed me of that fact in between bouts of laughter. What followed is one of the best segments I've ever done; a full fifteen-minute clip done in a single take. Mya went from fun-laughing to crap-when-is-this-gonna-end laughing and started to sweat pretty hard, but still she insisted on not calling "red". Finally gave up, though, and the sales speak for themselves; Mya's debut clip is two copies shy of my all-time best seller and the fifteen-minuter is doing respectably well, especially given how getting people to buy longer clips is like pulling teeth. I really want to go back down there and do some...body work on her. Here's hoping the money's there.
 
Yeah, being married to someone (or having a partner) who knows and enjoys what you're into is The Best, that's the only way to describe it.
Last time? This morning. (We both work at home).

Wait...hang on...

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... Just now. :rockon:

Go, Wolf!!!! Ha!!!! Live on the TMF! They don't call him Wolf for nothing!

And to think my little thread had a part in bringing that one about.....I'm strangely proud!
 
Go, Wolf!!!! Ha!!!! Live on the TMF! They don't call him Wolf for nothing!
And to think my little thread had a part in bringing that one about.....I'm strangely proud!

Hey, any excuse, man... works for me.
 
Hmmmm most recent tickling was WAY too long ago - this past april - I'm so due for a good tickling! So...the last time, I was with my very good friend from TMF and a new friend of our's - also from here. We met up for our first session all together and it was a lot of fun! There was some 2-on-1's, "free play" with no bondage and then our new friend tied and tickled the crap out of my good friend and I. It was only about 3.5 hours though.....coulda gone on much longer, but our friend had somewhere else to be. Oh well. ;) Ah...that was the same visit that my very good friend succeeded in breaking me. Oh, I was truly miffed at him for a few minutes afterwards - for pushing me a little beyond my safeword (which I hate using in the first place)...but then....the aftercare was worth it and after that much fun, I couldn't stay mad at him for long anyway. Haha

Looking forward to my next playdate! :D
 
About a month ago. Made plans to see my girlfriend who lives out of town now. Oh the images and thoughts that were running through my mind as I was making my 5.5 hr trek to see her. The time just seemed to fly by as I was smiling and laughing to myself about all the fun and good times we were going to have. Squirreled away in a hotel room with her for several days with bags full of tickle, bondage, and orgasm toys. Inbetween all of this, we were going to come up for air and go out to eat. I was even going to meet her family for the first time too if you can imagine that! All in all it was going to be an incredible several days being with, and playing with, my girlfriend whom I hadn't seen in several months since she moved out of town. I was soooo amped up that I could hardly contain myself!!! That is until I had to make a transition through a geopolitical boundary and encountered a holier than though government official who felt the need to protect his country from ticklephile riff raff like me. I'll leave it at that although there is a hell of a lot more I could say. Long story short is that I went from the highest high to the lowest low in a matter of minutes. My return trip home seemed like the longest time ever, and it was. All that I have left now from that long awaited time of trying to see my girl are the memories of what was to be, but never were, along with the tortuous elapsed amount of time since we were in fact last together. I am going to try to make those imagined memories real at some point with another attempt at the spot where my hopes and thoughts vanished at the hands of an uncaring government official. But in the meantime, my best bragging rights lie in the images of my mind of what was supposed to happen, but didn't, because of a bureaucratic robotic moron. For some reason, that damn "Cats" song is wormed in to my brain now as well......
 
So kevin-kidnapped, where were you going to? Canada? Did you not have a Passport? Anywho, I feel for ya.
 
More recently than described in my last post:
Last night Goddess Shelly :woman: and I attended a BDSM party at Paddles:
http://www.paddlesnyc.com/main.html

(I will make a post in the P&R Forum about the party being cut short by the terrorist act here in Manhattan.)

For roughly an hour, from 12:30am to 1:30am today [Sunday, September 18, 2016], Goddess Shelly tickled my upper body without mercy, digging into my armpits and digging into my ribs with gusto.

Photos of me in bondage on the floor are below.

At 1:30am, the organizer of the BDSM party at Paddles announced that the police had ordered the evacuation of all of 26th Street between 8th Avenue and 5th Avenue because a pressure cooker bomb had been found on 27th Street, one block north of Paddles.
 

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A couple weeks ago my wife and I were sitting on the sofa -- I was reading; she was flipping TV channels with increasing dissatisfaction. At some point, unbeknownst to me, she gave up on the TV and cast her gaze in my direction. Then she flexed two of her fingers into little crooks, reached across to me, and started twiddling them against my side, just above my waist. Of course I flinched convulsively, an involuntary giggle spilling from my mouth, instinctively contorting to twist my side out of her reach.

"Wh-what are you doing??"

"You've got something on your shirt," she said with a smile, leaning over to flicker those two fingertips against my side again. My book flew to the floor and I convulsed further, emitting a series of mirthful yelps.

"No I don't!" I cried, scrambling to shield myself with my hands.

"Quit moving, it's right there," she said, and by now her smile couldn't be any bigger.

Well, maybe mine was bigger. Her fingers fluttered against my writhing side. My eyes squeezed shut with the force of my involuntary laughter, which was building in intensity and desperation, my body juddering with each rising snicker. I must have looked like someone who was loving a good joke when really I was in the helpless grip of the frolicsome effects of those infernal incessant fingertips. I seized her forearm with my hand, distantly registering the warm feel of her skin against mine: the soft and ample fur on her gorgeous, elegantly muscled arms is one of my favorite things about my wife's body, but at this point all I could think about was trying to pry her hand out of range of my twitching side. I strained but her fingers remained just barely within reach, tickling away, sending agitating signals through my body, throwing my every muscle into high alert.

I fell back against the sofa -- she pounced after me. "Uh-oh, the spot moved," she said, reaching across to spider all her fingers against my stomach. I threw my head back and laughed -- a ringing, uninhibited laugh. I lost my grip on her arm and bent my elbows against my abdomen, crossing my arms, attempting in futility to defend myself.

"Stop," I hiccuped through the laughter. "Stop."

"Why?" she said, her hand darting from one twinging spot to another.

"I can't--" I said. "I can't--"

I can't finish a sentence, I might as well have said, as the giggles overtook me.

"I'm just trying to get at this thing on your shirt," she said over my laughter.

I slipped tumbling and giggling to the floor -- she followed. My hands darting here and there, always a half-second behind her tickling fingers.

Finally, she stopped, still kneeling over me. I caught my breath.

"I'm sorry, hon," she said. "Turns out there wasn't anything on your shirt after all."

"You don't say," I panted.

"Nope," she said. And suddenly she was grabbing my shirt, lifting it with one hand, her other hand plunging inside, her fingers scrabbling across my bare skin -- "It's under your shirt!"

I howled with shrieking laughter. And so did she.
 
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I get plenty of tickles, pretty much every weekend, and oftentimes during the week, but I rarely post about it. Worried that it would come across as bragging or worse, people think I'm making stuff up. But since it's on topic, and this weekend was particularly fruitful, here goes.

Friday night I had a young lady friend over, a gymnast actually who's a natural blonde with big blue eyes and is a lot younger than me. Didn't tie her up or anything, but still tickled her quite a bit in the midst of other things. She still thinks it's weird that I like to kiss her underarms, but she puts up with it because she likes me.

Saturday I had a sand vball tourney, and everyone had to sign waivers before we could play. One of my teammates, "S", was bending over filling out her waiver and I came up behind her and started gently tickling up and down her sides, which she did her best to ignore. Then I gave her a harder squeeze which made her jump and squirm away. A little later, I was sitting on a blanket under my canopy when my friend "J" who I have tickled a few times in the past came over and tickled my feet, playfully, even saying cootchie coo, which I found adorable. A while after that, in between matches another teammate, "K" was lying on the blanket practically asleep when it was time to fire up and play again. I was like, come on get up and she just kept lying there, so I steam rolled her twice and she still wouldn't get up. Then I layed on her kind of crosswise so she couldn't get up and started tickling her sides and she was struggling and laughing really hard. I got up, and pulled her up and she got a case of the giggles that took a minute to go away after I stopped. Another guy on the team saw how ticklish she was, and then he started tickling her too, which was pretty great. After that match, "S" was lying on a picnic table bench, face down, soles up and I came up and kind of held her ankle and started tickling her feet and she rolled off the bench and under the table. I think she found it somewhat amusing, because she was joking about not being able to get back out from under the table. Later on, I tickled "K's" feet a little, just for the heck of it. Towards the end of the tournament, I was trying to get people to eat more of the snacks I had brought. "S" said how much she liked Cheez its, which I had brought. So I'm like, are you going to have some and she's like, no, so I take her ankle and start tickling her foot, and I'm like are you sure you don't want any? So she says ok, ok and she gets up and says to the rest of the team, I'm going to eat cheez its so I don't get tickled.

My teammates all left after the tourney, but I stuck around to drink a little, because I know a lot of people who were still there. A lady who is slightly older than me, "A" was sitting with her feet propped up on a table. I've wanted to tickle her feet for a while, she's very cute, and she has nice feet. Plus we flirt quite a bit. So I kind of couldn't resist. She tried to pretend it didn't tickle for a second, but then she pulled away and laughed a little. A while after that I was sitting on the sand talking to another girl, "J". The subject of pedicures came up, I had my first one about a week ago and that led to me tickling her foot. She didn't laugh or pull away, but she said, I have sisters who used to tickle me, so I'm really good at holding it in.

Then that night, a different lady friend came over. She actually likes when I tie her up, so ended up tying her to my bed and tickling the crap out of her. She spent the night and offered to give me some good morning tickles when we got up, which I naturally accepted. Then I gave her some payback before she had to leave.

This weekend was fairly epic, even by my standards. Sorry my writing style kind of sucks. I just try to describe what happened, with a little context. I'm not as good at making it sound cool, like some of the others on the forum. But I do end up tickling way more than my fair share. :D
 
I get plenty of tickles, pretty much every weekend, and oftentimes during the week, but I rarely post about it. Worried that it would come across as bragging or worse, people think I'm making stuff up. But since it's on topic, and this weekend was particularly fruitful, here goes.

Friday night I had a young lady friend over, a gymnast actually who's a natural blonde with big blue eyes and is a lot younger than me. Didn't tie her up or anything, but still tickled her quite a bit in the midst of other things. She still thinks it's weird that I like to kiss her underarms, but she puts up with it because she likes me.

Saturday I had a sand vball tourney, and everyone had to sign waivers before we could play. One of my teammates, "S", was bending over filling out her waiver and I came up behind her and started gently tickling up and down her sides, which she did her best to ignore. Then I gave her a harder squeeze which made her jump and squirm away. A little later, I was sitting on a blanket under my canopy when my friend "J" who I have tickled a few times in the past came over and tickled my feet, playfully, even saying cootchie coo, which I found adorable. A while after that, in between matches another teammate, "K" was lying on the blanket practically asleep when it was time to fire up and play again. I was like, come on get up and she just kept lying there, so I steam rolled her twice and she still wouldn't get up. Then I layed on her kind of crosswise so she couldn't get up and started tickling her sides and she was struggling and laughing really hard. I got up, and pulled her up and she got a case of the giggles that took a minute to go away after I stopped. Another guy on the team saw how ticklish she was, and then he started tickling her too, which was pretty great. After that match, "S" was lying on a picnic table bench, face down, soles up and I came up and kind of held her ankle and started tickling her feet and she rolled off the bench and under the table. I think she found it somewhat amusing, because she was joking about not being able to get back out from under the table. Later on, I tickled "K's" feet a little, just for the heck of it. Towards the end of the tournament, I was trying to get people to eat more of the snacks I had brought. "S" said how much she liked Cheez its, which I had brought. So I'm like, are you going to have some and she's like, no, so I take her ankle and start tickling her foot, and I'm like are you sure you don't want any? So she says ok, ok and she gets up and says to the rest of the team, I'm going to eat cheez its so I don't get tickled.

My teammates all left after the tourney, but I stuck around to drink a little, because I know a lot of people who were still there. A lady who is slightly older than me, "A" was sitting with her feet propped up on a table. I've wanted to tickle her feet for a while, she's very cute, and she has nice feet. Plus we flirt quite a bit. So I kind of couldn't resist. She tried to pretend it didn't tickle for a second, but then she pulled away and laughed a little. A while after that I was sitting on the sand talking to another girl, "J". The subject of pedicures came up, I had my first one about a week ago and that led to me tickling her foot. She didn't laugh or pull away, but she said, I have sisters who used to tickle me, so I'm really good at holding it in.

Then that night, a different lady friend came over. She actually likes when I tie her up, so ended up tying her to my bed and tickling the crap out of her. She spent the night and offered to give me some good morning tickles when we got up, which I naturally accepted. Then I gave her some payback before she had to leave.

This weekend was fairly epic, even by my standards. Sorry my writing style kind of sucks. I just try to describe what happened, with a little context. I'm not as good at making it sound cool, like some of the others on the forum. But I do end up tickling way more than my fair share. :D

Sensual Switch, brag away! It's literally in the title of this thread!

What can you say? Bravo, Maestro!!! You even got a second tickler to join in, extra 10 points! Even pulling the "kissing of the armpit" on someone new, that's bold! You don't waste time, sir, I can see that! Why put off kissing it for another time when you can kiss it now? I get it!

I also strangely love the sentence: "I'm going to go eat Cheez-Its so I don't get tickled." I think we have a tagline for the next Cheez-Its ad-campaign!!!

THIS is the guy that needs a daily blog! The Daily S.S.! The Daily Switch! The Wisconsin Tickle. Something like that! lol.

(ps: your writing style is fine!)
 
I was lucky enough to meet a sweet, sexy woman at a local munch. So far, since we met in July, we've had 2 incredible sessions.She is everything I could ever want in a play partner. She is MY perfect sub. She Loves being tied up, tickled and also spanked. She is very kinky and we get along so well. I hit the Jackpot and I can't wait until our next session because I can see them getting better as time goes by.
 
So kevin-kidnapped, where were you going to? Canada? Did you not have a Passport? Anywho, I feel for ya.

Yep, that was my intent. I did have my pp. What I didn't have I guess was patience for a barrage of ignorant questions. That, coupled with a guy who wanted to flex some power, led to "You can't come in today. Try again some other time". So there is always hope for the next time I suppose.
 
I was working at a posh restaurant in the U.K. as a bus boy (now have a better job) and as is such in any restaurant, there was always banter about how hungover, tired, pissed to be working, etc. one was among the employees. One waitress was Irish with dark, shoulder length hair and deep blue eyes, probably late-30s, named Carol. While setting up for our dinner open, Carol mentioned that she was exhausted and would need help staying awake tonight. She asked me to poke her if I saw her slipping.

"Sure Carol, I'd love to help out!"

There is a narrow staircase that connects the lower dining area and kitchen to the upper dining area, which is typically for larger parties. It can be pretty treacherous.

Carol was working upstairs, which meant she was up-and-down the stairs quite a bit. As a bus boy, I was always running around the restaurant.

An advantageous came about; Carol was walking up the stairs (without anything in her hands) and I was fast behind.

"Are you tired, Carol?" I asked mischievously. "Oh yes luv, I'm..." She didn't have time to answer, as I reached up and tickled her right between her lower ribs and sides, aggressively using all ten fingers to make the most of it.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" she screamed through laughter, stumbling as I held her, preventing a fall.

"Are you awake now, Carol?" I had a grin on my face. "Oh yes, I forgot how ticklish I was! It's been years since anyone's done that to me."

She didn't think anything of the situation; after all, I was tasked with keeping her awake...
 
I've been with my boyfriend for a few weeks, he knows about the tickling and seems to enjoy doing it.

I'll talk about a experience I had over the weekend with him. We spent a very romantic walk down the beach, had a ice cream, kissed and cuddled and then it was getting darker so we went to the park and had a lie down.

He proceeded to rub my tummy,
something he does it alot. Softly and gently along my tummy and then he lifted my shirt up and was smiling as he looked and continued to rub this time on bare skin.

I asked if something was wrong, and he smiled and said "I just love your tummy." I lay my head back and shut my eyes and he leaned over to my navel and ran his stubble along my belly button.

I shrieked, it made me jolt and surprised me, and then he leaned over and kissed my navel, again and again. The kisses along with his facial hair tickling my navel made me squeal and laugh and he smiled "I knew that would tickle you."

He did it for a while and than ran his nose along my chest, and in shock I laughed out loud, which only made him do it more and more. He was just loving it, and smiled saying he loved my giggle.
 
Whoah, congratulations Miss Embrace!!! Sounds like you got him hooked!

Orbanjo, you rascal you, good one! The old behind-her-on-the-stairs-move, a classic.... ;)
 
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