TheJacques
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This is going to be a rant of sorts, but I would deeply appreciate any and all helpful feedback.
I am crippled in thought tonight. I am thinking about my tickle fetish and how it has both fascinated me and frustrated me. Right now I am incredibly depressed about the whole thing. If tickling were a religion, then my faith in it all is spiralling downwards.
Can any of you relate to my following dilemma:
I have loved to tickle women ever since I can remember. Like a lot of you, the female feet, belly, underarms, etc. have been areas of deep passion and wonder and immense excitement. For me personally, there is nothing sexier on a woman's body than her midriff. This largely outweighs any thoughts or focus on, say, her breasts or between her legs, but I fear too much so. I am solely turned on by a woman's ticklish spots.
Sometimes I really wish I could be a stereotypical male and just drool away and lose all sense of decorum at the sight of nipples, but instead, I am a man who is drawn to sexual action ONLY IF tickling is involved. I have only been able to actually act upon some tickling passions with just a few girls, but they were more friends of mine and not of an attractive quality where I would want to fully enrapture them with sexual fervor. And those of immensely attractive qualities with whom I've dated or had one-night-moments with were hardly ticklish and/or truly despised being tickled (and sorry, folks, I'm not one of those guys who tickles regardless. In my book, the lady should enjoy it even in the midst of her desperation).
But it seems to me that it is tremendously hard to find that perfect tickle-lover. I have had some wonderfully sweet and caring girlfriends, of amazing attraction on so many levels, but they could not fulfill my tickling needs. And then I pause and angrily ask myself, "Well why the hell do you NEED to tickle???? WHY can't you just indulge in simple sex as is popularly portrayed or done?"
But that's just simply not me. For better or worse (although right now it feels totally worse) I am a man who is intensely aroused when he gets to tickle. Right now, I feel childish and repressed for being that way. Right now, I do not like my fetish. Right now, I feel so misunderstood and desperate for either the perfect tickle-partner to present herself or to find a way to renounce tickling all together.
I mean, if you think about it, asking for a partner to love being tickled by you is practically ludicrous. I simply adore tickling women but I know for certain that I'd hate to be tied up and tickled. And just how many women out there truly do love being tickled, but, like the majority of us, are too embarrassed to admit it? And why must we feel so closeted about it all? Is it because we also identify tickling as a harmless thing we did as kids, and thus to think of it sexually is unnerving or silly? I feel we tickle-lovers can be even more closeted than, say, a homosexual who fantasizes about straight sex with the same gender. I'm closeted about an action that is not necessarily sexual by nature, but to me is amazingly so, and the action itself is not even sex. My fetish exceeds the desire of straight sex, and for so many women I've met that can be terribly unfulfilling.
So, I write to you now in a state of stuck emotion, leaning towards anger, and at myself. Am I being too hard on myself? I know some of you might want to offer the cliche saying (though even I will admit it does sometimes hold true) "be patient...you'll find the right one someday." I feel like there is so much to find in a romantic companion. It's bad enough that I still have a world of emotional/social needs to be fulfilled in a romance, let alone tickling-compatibility.
God damn it...for the first time in quite some time, I really hate my tickle fetish.
What do you guys think? Are any of you in a similar state of sadness? More importantly, do any of you have any advice? I could use it.
Thank you for reading.
I am crippled in thought tonight. I am thinking about my tickle fetish and how it has both fascinated me and frustrated me. Right now I am incredibly depressed about the whole thing. If tickling were a religion, then my faith in it all is spiralling downwards.
Can any of you relate to my following dilemma:
I have loved to tickle women ever since I can remember. Like a lot of you, the female feet, belly, underarms, etc. have been areas of deep passion and wonder and immense excitement. For me personally, there is nothing sexier on a woman's body than her midriff. This largely outweighs any thoughts or focus on, say, her breasts or between her legs, but I fear too much so. I am solely turned on by a woman's ticklish spots.
Sometimes I really wish I could be a stereotypical male and just drool away and lose all sense of decorum at the sight of nipples, but instead, I am a man who is drawn to sexual action ONLY IF tickling is involved. I have only been able to actually act upon some tickling passions with just a few girls, but they were more friends of mine and not of an attractive quality where I would want to fully enrapture them with sexual fervor. And those of immensely attractive qualities with whom I've dated or had one-night-moments with were hardly ticklish and/or truly despised being tickled (and sorry, folks, I'm not one of those guys who tickles regardless. In my book, the lady should enjoy it even in the midst of her desperation).
But it seems to me that it is tremendously hard to find that perfect tickle-lover. I have had some wonderfully sweet and caring girlfriends, of amazing attraction on so many levels, but they could not fulfill my tickling needs. And then I pause and angrily ask myself, "Well why the hell do you NEED to tickle???? WHY can't you just indulge in simple sex as is popularly portrayed or done?"
But that's just simply not me. For better or worse (although right now it feels totally worse) I am a man who is intensely aroused when he gets to tickle. Right now, I feel childish and repressed for being that way. Right now, I do not like my fetish. Right now, I feel so misunderstood and desperate for either the perfect tickle-partner to present herself or to find a way to renounce tickling all together.
I mean, if you think about it, asking for a partner to love being tickled by you is practically ludicrous. I simply adore tickling women but I know for certain that I'd hate to be tied up and tickled. And just how many women out there truly do love being tickled, but, like the majority of us, are too embarrassed to admit it? And why must we feel so closeted about it all? Is it because we also identify tickling as a harmless thing we did as kids, and thus to think of it sexually is unnerving or silly? I feel we tickle-lovers can be even more closeted than, say, a homosexual who fantasizes about straight sex with the same gender. I'm closeted about an action that is not necessarily sexual by nature, but to me is amazingly so, and the action itself is not even sex. My fetish exceeds the desire of straight sex, and for so many women I've met that can be terribly unfulfilling.
So, I write to you now in a state of stuck emotion, leaning towards anger, and at myself. Am I being too hard on myself? I know some of you might want to offer the cliche saying (though even I will admit it does sometimes hold true) "be patient...you'll find the right one someday." I feel like there is so much to find in a romantic companion. It's bad enough that I still have a world of emotional/social needs to be fulfilled in a romance, let alone tickling-compatibility.
God damn it...for the first time in quite some time, I really hate my tickle fetish.
What do you guys think? Are any of you in a similar state of sadness? More importantly, do any of you have any advice? I could use it.
Thank you for reading.