Rusty Shackleford
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So I'm eating dinner last night with three friends of mine at an Indian restaurant, and the conversation eventually turns to one of my male friend's failed bid as a porn star:
"I was even approached to do a tickling video!"
....my heart drops all the way into my belly and my eyes widen like saucers, and I immediately start praying none of my friends notice this sudden change in my demeanor as I become intently focused on my samosa.
Aside from my male friend, I am dining with two other beautiful women, one of whom I've been cultivating a wild crush on for some time now (but I have a gf and I'm happy with her, so it's just a harmless crush, nothing more).
"A tickling video! What's that?", they ask with baited breath.
"Oh, it's some niche fetish apparently, where they tie you down and someone tickles you and it's all 'ahhhh ahhhh help I'm being tickled and I can't move someone help!' and people get off on it."
"Really? How odd..."
...and with that the conversation takes off. Two beautiful women, one of whom I really dig, start talking for ten minutes about this peculiar proclivity of ours. How ticklish they are, how they would never let someone tie them up and tickle them because they "would just die" and they "wouldn't last ten seconds". How "crazy ticklish" one's feet are, and how "terrible" it is when another's ribs or even gently poked.
Now, for most of us (including myself), for some reason we cannot even bring ourselves to utter the word "tickle" aloud. Imagine sitting at a table where this topic of conversation is taking place. "Tickle" this, "tickle" that", "tickle" her, "tickle" me. My male friend discussing in detail the mechanics of the shoot, the bondage, the tools, what they're looking for, etc. etc. My two beautiful companions, eyes wide, mentally picturing themselves going through such an "ordeal", making comments left and right, offering opinions and analysis.
I almost dropped the dime on myself (I'm not open about my fetish but I certainly don't take great pains to hide it, either, and I've shared my love of tickle torture with every one of my long-term gf's) but I decided not to focus the conversation on myself. I squirmed at first, wildly uncomfortable with such a topic, but as the conversation progressed I found myself getting turned on listening to these beautiful women talk about tickling, their ticklishness, the fetish in general, even saying the word "tickle", etc etc.
As you can imagine, I was quite flummoxed by the entire affair. One minute I'm enjoying the company of intelligent, interesting friends, and the next I'm embarrassed/ashamed/horny/withdrawn, all in the span of ten minutes, until the conversation turned to some other inane topic.
Felt compelled to share with you guys. The memory of them just saying "tickle" reverberated in my over and over on the train ride home, and luckily my gf wasn't too sleepy to let me squeeze a quick tickle session and a quickie for bedtime.
"I was even approached to do a tickling video!"
....my heart drops all the way into my belly and my eyes widen like saucers, and I immediately start praying none of my friends notice this sudden change in my demeanor as I become intently focused on my samosa.
Aside from my male friend, I am dining with two other beautiful women, one of whom I've been cultivating a wild crush on for some time now (but I have a gf and I'm happy with her, so it's just a harmless crush, nothing more).
"A tickling video! What's that?", they ask with baited breath.
"Oh, it's some niche fetish apparently, where they tie you down and someone tickles you and it's all 'ahhhh ahhhh help I'm being tickled and I can't move someone help!' and people get off on it."
"Really? How odd..."
...and with that the conversation takes off. Two beautiful women, one of whom I really dig, start talking for ten minutes about this peculiar proclivity of ours. How ticklish they are, how they would never let someone tie them up and tickle them because they "would just die" and they "wouldn't last ten seconds". How "crazy ticklish" one's feet are, and how "terrible" it is when another's ribs or even gently poked.
Now, for most of us (including myself), for some reason we cannot even bring ourselves to utter the word "tickle" aloud. Imagine sitting at a table where this topic of conversation is taking place. "Tickle" this, "tickle" that", "tickle" her, "tickle" me. My male friend discussing in detail the mechanics of the shoot, the bondage, the tools, what they're looking for, etc. etc. My two beautiful companions, eyes wide, mentally picturing themselves going through such an "ordeal", making comments left and right, offering opinions and analysis.
I almost dropped the dime on myself (I'm not open about my fetish but I certainly don't take great pains to hide it, either, and I've shared my love of tickle torture with every one of my long-term gf's) but I decided not to focus the conversation on myself. I squirmed at first, wildly uncomfortable with such a topic, but as the conversation progressed I found myself getting turned on listening to these beautiful women talk about tickling, their ticklishness, the fetish in general, even saying the word "tickle", etc etc.
As you can imagine, I was quite flummoxed by the entire affair. One minute I'm enjoying the company of intelligent, interesting friends, and the next I'm embarrassed/ashamed/horny/withdrawn, all in the span of ten minutes, until the conversation turned to some other inane topic.
Felt compelled to share with you guys. The memory of them just saying "tickle" reverberated in my over and over on the train ride home, and luckily my gf wasn't too sleepy to let me squeeze a quick tickle session and a quickie for bedtime.
