Ticklemmmeeeeee
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A rather strange experience for me at the library.....
I was at the library until very late the other night...browsing books on various topics when I heard a womans laughter that caused me to stop searching and perk my ears to hear her again...she had the greatest laugh...I could tell she was older before I saw her but I didn't care I needed to see this person who was laughing so hard and so wonderfully and more importantly...what the source of her continual laughing was....as I rounded the aisle and emerged at the front check in/out desk I immediately saw that she was on the telephone...this didn't surprise me because I hadn't heard anyone else talking....(I know, I'm brilliant u say...lol) I watched her out of the corner of my eye...for some strange reason I wanted to see her facial expressions and body movements as she laughed....sure enough...she didn't disappoint...she broke out into more laughter and giggling...she was a rather plain looking woman...very short hair...glasses...not unattractive atall but no one I would ever look twice at...she was a bit overweight and the dress she wore hung over her breasts rather unattractively....she did seem like a very sweet person though...and a really good conversationalist...one more thing I do believe is that she was ticklish....she just had the look as she laughed...it actually caused her to look more cute as I watched her...it was in her body language in the way she twisted and squirmed in her seat as she responded so attractively to whoever was on the other end of the telephone...I turned back to browsing books but still stayed near the desk and continued to feel a tingle when she laughed....moments passed and she hung up the phone....now towards the end of the conversation she had laughed even harder and after she had replaced the receiver in it's holder she continued to giggle in post laughter for several seconds...I brought my stack of books to the table across from the computers,....about 5 feet from the desk...I could still see her...I resumed perusing my finds for the purpose intended and only paid minor attention to her...until she walked by and I noticed she was barefoot...well, she had nylons on...she was wearing a dress and nylons and I imagined she had kicked off her slip ons underneath the desk where she was sitting....I imagined her slipping her one foot in and out of her shoe playfully under the desk as she toyed with the caller and laughed at his jokes....I felt like a stalker or a socio-path with a new taste for geriatric lesbian experiences....simply thinking that to myself made me cringe and close my eyes in protest .....:::there's no place like home...there's no place like home ...lol:::::: I'm being silly....anyway....she continued to walk around in nylons and laugh here and there reciprocally in various short conversations with patrons and a telephone call now and then.....yes, I stayed there a while...lol...here is my point in writing this.....what I observed about myself from this aside from the immediate obvious fact that I sooo needed and desired to be tickled was primarily alot of questions....
why was I desirous of being in the presence of this woman 3 times my age who had none of the physical attributes I would normally find appealing and most of the ones I don't...(even her feet looked a bit rough, which I am never attracted to)
why did I perseverate so on her laughter and straining to see her every time she walked by, at the rate of not really getting the books I wanted or achieving any semblance of work from the ones that I did...
why did I stay there 2 hours longer than I normally do just so I could be in her presence
I came to the conclusion (with the assistance of someone who knows me very well) that my interests are transcending their normal enticers and I am now broadening the scope of stimuli that arouses me regarding tickling....(of course he didn't say it so eloquently, that would be me...lol..j/k 🙂
The fact that she had little or no physical appeal mattered very little because what I was aroused by was the strong assumption that she was very ticklish and would adore being tickled....the sound of her wonderful laughter...and the way she seemed to love being virtually barefoot...I wondered if she had any idea how attractive she would be to a male tickler her own age...I thought that it would be such a waste if this lovely woman didn't get tickled or didn't know that it was appealing to behave so "ticklish" 🙂
my fantasies spurred by her lasted throughout the night and they had nothing to do with a sexual attraction or anything even closely resembling it....I pictured any number of tiny fleeting scenarios where she was accosted playfully by a man behind the desk who was alerted to her being almost barefoot because she was playing with her feet against the shoes she had slipped out of.....and tickled like mad by him...books would be flying everywhere....I digress...lol...I would love to see that and hear her laughter...(again feeling like the greatest socio path in the complete hudson valley...lol) I pictured her being at my place and the two of us talking and laughing...sitting cross-legged on the floor barefoot of course...lol..and tickling one another playfully....I pictured her getting tickled alot as well by various people in many situations....anyway...I just wanted to share this and see if any of u happen to think it is weird that I reacted so strongly to this and if any of u have any ideas about why I reacted as I did...I am just fascinated that what the primary attraction was for me is her supposed level of ticklishness....therefore, seeing someone who appears sooo tickish is sexy...to me...(an epiphany!!!...lol)
the end...(I know, thank goodness...lol)
I was at the library until very late the other night...browsing books on various topics when I heard a womans laughter that caused me to stop searching and perk my ears to hear her again...she had the greatest laugh...I could tell she was older before I saw her but I didn't care I needed to see this person who was laughing so hard and so wonderfully and more importantly...what the source of her continual laughing was....as I rounded the aisle and emerged at the front check in/out desk I immediately saw that she was on the telephone...this didn't surprise me because I hadn't heard anyone else talking....(I know, I'm brilliant u say...lol) I watched her out of the corner of my eye...for some strange reason I wanted to see her facial expressions and body movements as she laughed....sure enough...she didn't disappoint...she broke out into more laughter and giggling...she was a rather plain looking woman...very short hair...glasses...not unattractive atall but no one I would ever look twice at...she was a bit overweight and the dress she wore hung over her breasts rather unattractively....she did seem like a very sweet person though...and a really good conversationalist...one more thing I do believe is that she was ticklish....she just had the look as she laughed...it actually caused her to look more cute as I watched her...it was in her body language in the way she twisted and squirmed in her seat as she responded so attractively to whoever was on the other end of the telephone...I turned back to browsing books but still stayed near the desk and continued to feel a tingle when she laughed....moments passed and she hung up the phone....now towards the end of the conversation she had laughed even harder and after she had replaced the receiver in it's holder she continued to giggle in post laughter for several seconds...I brought my stack of books to the table across from the computers,....about 5 feet from the desk...I could still see her...I resumed perusing my finds for the purpose intended and only paid minor attention to her...until she walked by and I noticed she was barefoot...well, she had nylons on...she was wearing a dress and nylons and I imagined she had kicked off her slip ons underneath the desk where she was sitting....I imagined her slipping her one foot in and out of her shoe playfully under the desk as she toyed with the caller and laughed at his jokes....I felt like a stalker or a socio-path with a new taste for geriatric lesbian experiences....simply thinking that to myself made me cringe and close my eyes in protest .....:::there's no place like home...there's no place like home ...lol:::::: I'm being silly....anyway....she continued to walk around in nylons and laugh here and there reciprocally in various short conversations with patrons and a telephone call now and then.....yes, I stayed there a while...lol...here is my point in writing this.....what I observed about myself from this aside from the immediate obvious fact that I sooo needed and desired to be tickled was primarily alot of questions....
why was I desirous of being in the presence of this woman 3 times my age who had none of the physical attributes I would normally find appealing and most of the ones I don't...(even her feet looked a bit rough, which I am never attracted to)
why did I perseverate so on her laughter and straining to see her every time she walked by, at the rate of not really getting the books I wanted or achieving any semblance of work from the ones that I did...
why did I stay there 2 hours longer than I normally do just so I could be in her presence
I came to the conclusion (with the assistance of someone who knows me very well) that my interests are transcending their normal enticers and I am now broadening the scope of stimuli that arouses me regarding tickling....(of course he didn't say it so eloquently, that would be me...lol..j/k 🙂
The fact that she had little or no physical appeal mattered very little because what I was aroused by was the strong assumption that she was very ticklish and would adore being tickled....the sound of her wonderful laughter...and the way she seemed to love being virtually barefoot...I wondered if she had any idea how attractive she would be to a male tickler her own age...I thought that it would be such a waste if this lovely woman didn't get tickled or didn't know that it was appealing to behave so "ticklish" 🙂
my fantasies spurred by her lasted throughout the night and they had nothing to do with a sexual attraction or anything even closely resembling it....I pictured any number of tiny fleeting scenarios where she was accosted playfully by a man behind the desk who was alerted to her being almost barefoot because she was playing with her feet against the shoes she had slipped out of.....and tickled like mad by him...books would be flying everywhere....I digress...lol...I would love to see that and hear her laughter...(again feeling like the greatest socio path in the complete hudson valley...lol) I pictured her being at my place and the two of us talking and laughing...sitting cross-legged on the floor barefoot of course...lol..and tickling one another playfully....I pictured her getting tickled alot as well by various people in many situations....anyway...I just wanted to share this and see if any of u happen to think it is weird that I reacted so strongly to this and if any of u have any ideas about why I reacted as I did...I am just fascinated that what the primary attraction was for me is her supposed level of ticklishness....therefore, seeing someone who appears sooo tickish is sexy...to me...(an epiphany!!!...lol)
the end...(I know, thank goodness...lol)
that was making her laugh so uncontrollable 



