Curious to know when everyone can remember the source of their tickling fetish; you know,one event in the past that got them hooked forever.
For me, it was in second grade. I was being a little prick tying the chairs together with string and trying to pull them all together into one big pile. The teacher jumped out of her chair and practically ran at me. I thought she was going to hit me (even though it wouldn’t have happened), but instead she grabbed my ribs with both hands and tickled the crap out of me. You know, I was trying to squirm away, only to end up rolling around on the floor helpless, howling and flailing like a madman. After what seemed like an hour she stopped and asked the class if I deserved more. Of course they said yes, so it continued for a few more seconds. I’m not sure if she knew it, but I had this tremendous crush on her. She was young, had blue eyes, a wispy, soft voice and wore really bohemian clothing. After she stopped, she asked if I’d ever do it again. I said no, but I didn’t realize until years later how much the event affected me. I still think about it now, and it’s why I’ve developed a lee fetish (though I’m a deadly ler, too).
For me, it was in second grade. I was being a little prick tying the chairs together with string and trying to pull them all together into one big pile. The teacher jumped out of her chair and practically ran at me. I thought she was going to hit me (even though it wouldn’t have happened), but instead she grabbed my ribs with both hands and tickled the crap out of me. You know, I was trying to squirm away, only to end up rolling around on the floor helpless, howling and flailing like a madman. After what seemed like an hour she stopped and asked the class if I deserved more. Of course they said yes, so it continued for a few more seconds. I’m not sure if she knew it, but I had this tremendous crush on her. She was young, had blue eyes, a wispy, soft voice and wore really bohemian clothing. After she stopped, she asked if I’d ever do it again. I said no, but I didn’t realize until years later how much the event affected me. I still think about it now, and it’s why I’ve developed a lee fetish (though I’m a deadly ler, too).