I’d started dating Ed about five months after we’d exchanged phone numbers; it was a weird situation involving him just getting over a lengthy relationship and both of us being too shy to make a move (oh, high school, how I do not miss you). In those months we would text and hang out all the time and we developed a really awesome friendship (which I think made our relationship even better, in the long run).
It was during our relationship that I learned a little bit about the kinkier sides of relationships. As I said before, he had just got out of a relationship and it was with a girl who was about three years older than him and she was relatively hardcore; her name was Danielle and she wore leather and mostly black, dyed her hair a strange shade of blue and inked her entire left arm on her eighteenth birthday. Ed told me, one night as we were sitting at my house watching a movie, about their relationship and about their private life.
She was as much of a rebel behind closed doors as she made her appearance look; she was into S&M and bondage and she got a kick out of dominating him (since he’s an athletic and tall alpha boy). He was never a big fan of her more intense interests, but he did enjoy her softer side. He told me that she wasn’t always looking for sheer domination and sometimes, she’d let him have the fun. He was explaining all these things to me and at the time I found the whole concept really strange (and look where I am now). His idea of fun was a lot gentler; she’d rest on the couch with her legs in his lap and he’d slip off her boots or heels and he’d play with her feet, or if she was feeling unusually submissive, she’d let him tie her up and he’d have his way with her that way. He explained that he just loved the sound of her laugh and he’d always had an attraction for tickling and that their time together was the first time he could act on something that excited him and not feel like a freak.
I reminded him that he wasn’t a freak (and even if he was he was my freak) and I clearly remember the uneasy laughter that was escaping me. I wasn’t stupid either, I knew what it meant when he opened up to me. Yes, it was a sweet gesture demonstrating his trust, but he wanted to take another step and share/explore something he loved with me. I cringed at the thought of being tickled and not being able to fight it off, but I trusted him.
This was one of those things that, to this day, I don’t think I could’ve verbalized. I brushed my socked feet together nervously, staring at the ground and then back to my fingers, which I was fidgeting with in my lap and I gently swung my legs into his lap. I felt my heartbeat in my ears and I was nervous, but he turned to me and offered me a bright smile and he looked relieved (he later told me that he thought I was going to dump him, then and there, for being a freak). He gently ran a finger down my sole and I giggled. He commented that I was a million times more sensitive than Danielle, who needed to have her bare feet scratched in order to feel a sensation. I wrapped my hands around my knees and tried to lock them in place to keep myself from smacking him away as his fingers gently maneuvered.
“Think you can handle a little more?” I remember his voice being so gentle and his touch being so gentle that I didn’t mind, I was giggling and I was a little uncomfortable, but his smile was infectious and soothing, so I didn’t feel as nervous. I bit my lip and nodded, clinging tighter to my grip around my knees. He slid off one sock and made a show out of it. I winced as the fabric separated from my skin, exposing me, and I peeked just enough to see Ed observing my face with a grin. He chuckled as he rolled his fingertips up and down the sole of my foot, alternating between asking me if I was alright to offering good natured taunts about my ticklishness. The sensations were ticklish, but not unbearable. If I wanted to, I could’ve pulled my feet under me and ended it, but I just didn’t want to. It was a cloud nine moment, laughing with Ed, and it was the first of many experiences with him.
]The End
So, I had just spent a few weeks back home and of all the people I could run into: It was Ed! We actually ran into one another at a local concert (another mutual friend of ours was playing a small benefit gig) and it was really surprising, given that I had written about him a while ago. We re-exchanged numbers (because we’d both gotten new ones) and we’re looking to spend some time together in the near future. I’m excited because we had been such good friends and just sort of grew apart (which sucks). I thought it was a funny coincidence and I decided to write the experience I remembered most vividly with him, because it was, in a way, a little awakening for me.
It was during our relationship that I learned a little bit about the kinkier sides of relationships. As I said before, he had just got out of a relationship and it was with a girl who was about three years older than him and she was relatively hardcore; her name was Danielle and she wore leather and mostly black, dyed her hair a strange shade of blue and inked her entire left arm on her eighteenth birthday. Ed told me, one night as we were sitting at my house watching a movie, about their relationship and about their private life.
She was as much of a rebel behind closed doors as she made her appearance look; she was into S&M and bondage and she got a kick out of dominating him (since he’s an athletic and tall alpha boy). He was never a big fan of her more intense interests, but he did enjoy her softer side. He told me that she wasn’t always looking for sheer domination and sometimes, she’d let him have the fun. He was explaining all these things to me and at the time I found the whole concept really strange (and look where I am now). His idea of fun was a lot gentler; she’d rest on the couch with her legs in his lap and he’d slip off her boots or heels and he’d play with her feet, or if she was feeling unusually submissive, she’d let him tie her up and he’d have his way with her that way. He explained that he just loved the sound of her laugh and he’d always had an attraction for tickling and that their time together was the first time he could act on something that excited him and not feel like a freak.
I reminded him that he wasn’t a freak (and even if he was he was my freak) and I clearly remember the uneasy laughter that was escaping me. I wasn’t stupid either, I knew what it meant when he opened up to me. Yes, it was a sweet gesture demonstrating his trust, but he wanted to take another step and share/explore something he loved with me. I cringed at the thought of being tickled and not being able to fight it off, but I trusted him.
This was one of those things that, to this day, I don’t think I could’ve verbalized. I brushed my socked feet together nervously, staring at the ground and then back to my fingers, which I was fidgeting with in my lap and I gently swung my legs into his lap. I felt my heartbeat in my ears and I was nervous, but he turned to me and offered me a bright smile and he looked relieved (he later told me that he thought I was going to dump him, then and there, for being a freak). He gently ran a finger down my sole and I giggled. He commented that I was a million times more sensitive than Danielle, who needed to have her bare feet scratched in order to feel a sensation. I wrapped my hands around my knees and tried to lock them in place to keep myself from smacking him away as his fingers gently maneuvered.
“Think you can handle a little more?” I remember his voice being so gentle and his touch being so gentle that I didn’t mind, I was giggling and I was a little uncomfortable, but his smile was infectious and soothing, so I didn’t feel as nervous. I bit my lip and nodded, clinging tighter to my grip around my knees. He slid off one sock and made a show out of it. I winced as the fabric separated from my skin, exposing me, and I peeked just enough to see Ed observing my face with a grin. He chuckled as he rolled his fingertips up and down the sole of my foot, alternating between asking me if I was alright to offering good natured taunts about my ticklishness. The sensations were ticklish, but not unbearable. If I wanted to, I could’ve pulled my feet under me and ended it, but I just didn’t want to. It was a cloud nine moment, laughing with Ed, and it was the first of many experiences with him.
]The End
So, I had just spent a few weeks back home and of all the people I could run into: It was Ed! We actually ran into one another at a local concert (another mutual friend of ours was playing a small benefit gig) and it was really surprising, given that I had written about him a while ago. We re-exchanged numbers (because we’d both gotten new ones) and we’re looking to spend some time together in the near future. I’m excited because we had been such good friends and just sort of grew apart (which sucks). I thought it was a funny coincidence and I decided to write the experience I remembered most vividly with him, because it was, in a way, a little awakening for me.
