Tickleminx
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I decided to take the plunge and share some of my early tickling experiences as an adult which go some way to explaining why I joined this forum.
It really started with an ex-boyfriend who was a few years older than me. We had been to the supermarket one day and I was putting some things away in the kitchen. I was reaching up to a high shelf in the cupboard and he came up behind me and just poked me in the waist and then dragged his fingertips up into my underarms.
I remembering squealing and spinning round to tell him not to do that and he had a surprised look on his face and then smiled at me and I had an idea I might be in trouble. He seemed quite amused by my reaction and just starting poking the air around me but not touching me. I tried to grab his hands but then he just started tickling my ribs and pretty soon I was in a heap on the floor and he was teasing me and tickling me. I was trying to sound angry and tell him off but it’s hard to sound cross when you can’t breathe because you are laughing so much.
He had a taste for it after that and found all sorts of excuses to tickle me or make me all jumpy with the threat of tickling. He began to refer to me as his ‘ticklish little minx’ when he was in a tickling mood which is how I chose my screen name. This little episode also started my love/hate relationship with tickling.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he is a member of this site and maybe even reads this story!!!
It really started with an ex-boyfriend who was a few years older than me. We had been to the supermarket one day and I was putting some things away in the kitchen. I was reaching up to a high shelf in the cupboard and he came up behind me and just poked me in the waist and then dragged his fingertips up into my underarms.
I remembering squealing and spinning round to tell him not to do that and he had a surprised look on his face and then smiled at me and I had an idea I might be in trouble. He seemed quite amused by my reaction and just starting poking the air around me but not touching me. I tried to grab his hands but then he just started tickling my ribs and pretty soon I was in a heap on the floor and he was teasing me and tickling me. I was trying to sound angry and tell him off but it’s hard to sound cross when you can’t breathe because you are laughing so much.
He had a taste for it after that and found all sorts of excuses to tickle me or make me all jumpy with the threat of tickling. He began to refer to me as his ‘ticklish little minx’ when he was in a tickling mood which is how I chose my screen name. This little episode also started my love/hate relationship with tickling.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he is a member of this site and maybe even reads this story!!!
I look forward to reading some more of your stories when you feel comfortable sharing them.
