Rather vague, I admit.
Recently I was reading a fictional tickling story that had a lot of elements that I personally look for. I was enjoying it until it turned very dark (to me) and went from an enjoyable tickling story to a revenge story with more pain and humiliation and suffering from other things than from tickling.
And it bothered me so much I actually couldn't even think about tickling for a couple weeks. Not in the "purge everything you've ever collected" way that we've all gone through, but just I lost interest completely.
I mean tickling is hardwired into my brain and is part of who I am and this one story just completely turned it off for half a month.
It was weird.
Now I am still here and still love tickling and being tickled, but it remains dampened in my mind still.
Has this ever happened to anyone else?
~ toyou
Recently I was reading a fictional tickling story that had a lot of elements that I personally look for. I was enjoying it until it turned very dark (to me) and went from an enjoyable tickling story to a revenge story with more pain and humiliation and suffering from other things than from tickling.
And it bothered me so much I actually couldn't even think about tickling for a couple weeks. Not in the "purge everything you've ever collected" way that we've all gone through, but just I lost interest completely.
I mean tickling is hardwired into my brain and is part of who I am and this one story just completely turned it off for half a month.
It was weird.
Now I am still here and still love tickling and being tickled, but it remains dampened in my mind still.
Has this ever happened to anyone else?
~ toyou