MidwestTickling
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- Jan 10, 2015
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A long time ago, when ships were made of wood, and men were made of steel, (personal favorite way to start a story!) I was outed, and learned a valuable lesson at the same time. My father called me in one day and asked what 'all this tickling crap' was on the computer. Being the teenager I was, I made up an elaborate lie about my friend coming over and him showing it to me, which I immediately regretted because the friend I named was also my next door neighbor, so fact checking would have been easy. The look of disgust on my dad's face made me cling to the lie even harder when asked, "so who is the sicko, you or _____?" I knew that he knew, but we never talked about it again. It took a long time for me to become comfortable with all this. I met someone once on a pseudo dating site (HotorNot) who ended up being into tickling, but at that point in my life I wasn't ready to admit it to anyone. We did talk off and on for a while, but lost contact. To this day only a small handful of close friends know about my fetish. I've never told family. (Partly because of that experience and partly because we don't discuss sex lives.)
But it's all good!
But it's all good!



