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[nontkl]

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[Capt. Spalding]

We're sorry...your tickle cannot be completed as dialed...

Considering all of the ancillary conveniences Verizon offers its customers, why hasn't Caller Tickling been added to the list? I know
that I would make a LOT more phone calls if I had the service...

The tone of the part of the post about your ex- was interesting. You
begin by establishing her so provocatively promiscuous as to be utterly worthy of contempt, but end with an admission that you were
so rapacious in your demands that you deserved her departure. Hmmmm...
she's still under your skin, eh lad? I wish my displays of self- pity
were as entertaining as yours...

Finally, as a former "kid who takes your tickets at the movie theatre", I feel hurt that you think a ticket-taker is not worthy to
be the object of a woman of affairs. That-that really tears it!

 

[MaxSpeer]

Years ago I met this girl I was supposed to work with on a project. She was very beautiful with butt-length brown hair, a gorgeous face and a model's body. She was a professional singer. She gave me her phone number to schedule our next meeting, then told me that her new answering machine message is really funny. When I asked what it was (staring at her with love/lust in my eyes) she said her boyfriend is tickling her as she tries to say the message. I think I actually dropped something I had in my hand. As it hit the floor with a thud I decided to call her message.

It was so sweet. She is struggling to get this outgoing message across and he must be tickling the hell out of her. It was either that or she was so ticklish that she couldn't function. Okay how many times can you call the same number without raising suspicion. I suspected that she had caller id as well.

The one time I called again with a tape recorder, set to record it, the boyfriend answered. When I tried again, they had changed it.

I never looked at her the same way again. I'm sure you can all relate.

Max

 

[nontkl]

Max, that story was amazing. You must be HAUNTED by it's memory!

 

[glentickle]

A few years ago I was at the house of a girl (call her Rebecca) I was good friends with, but had known only a short period of time. She was my ex-girlfriend's best friend, and there had been an obvious vibe between Bec and me while I was still going out with her friend. This was the first time we'd seen each other since the break-up, so we were both nervous, and we just talked about how we liked each other but obviously couldn't go out. I sat on the floor, and she sat on her desk about ten feet away.

Now, this girl and I are not getting anywhere near each other, and we're talking about a pretty fucked-up thing, but of course part of me is thinking of tickling her. She's pretty, a blonde-haired blue-eyed pretty, with the absolute softest skin, a rich girl who's been well taken care of. And I know she's extremely ticklish, truly hyper ticklish; we spoke of it once, after I gave her side a soft tickle. It was the lightest poke, but she literally jumped and ran several steps away, stopping only when she saw that I wasn't chasing; breathless, she spoke in a voice that was shaking and deadly serious "You can NOT tickle me -- I can't stand to be tickled -- my father and brothers used to -- I can't take it anymore." I was so saddened, as you can imagine, if not feel for yourself. It would have been too cruel to tickle her, no matter how tempting. So of course it became an object of fantasy, and I thought of it while we were talking that day.

At some point I got up to use her phone, which was on the desk where she was sitting, right next to her. I walked over and stood there for a moment, not picking up the phone right away. I was right next to her, and we looked at each other, then spontaneously hugged each other. After not too long I made my call, and she left the room for a minute. I was just checking the messages on my answering machine, but she didn't know that. She came back in as the last message was playing, came right over, and I put my arm around her. I turned her so that she was facing away from me, and she leaned back against me. So from behind, I reached around and wrapped my arm around her waist, and put my hand in a big pocket on her jacket, so my hand rested just above her hip with a couple of layers of clothing between. I barely applied any pressure at all, but I felt her entire body tighten, her stomach muscles, her back. I held her close with my arm and she did her best to stand still, keeping silent, thinking I was on the phone with someone! The last message ended and I heard my machine make a beep or two, but I just kept the phone to my ear. I hugged Bec from behind, putting the phone right next to her mouth, so that she'd have to be absolutely quiet....Then I started tickling her -- barely. Through two layers of clothing, not even moving my fingers, just resting one fingertip on her side, she nearly went into hysterics. Her body actually quivvered, and she let out little whispery laughs, gasping in air. I stopped after maybe five seconds, but continued holding her close, holding back my own laughter, as if I too did not want to be heard over the other end of the phone. Then I faked a little bit of conversation, the stopped talking and pretended to listen again, and then I tickled Bec again; she still gasped with laughter but she was a bit more prepared, and didn't shake or squirm. I stopped again, and we smiled at each other, and she whispered "you're only doing this 'cause you know I can't make noise!" I whispered back "actually," and then said out loud "you can!" as I put my hand back down on her side -- but this time I let my fingers dig in a little, really tickling her, and instantly she was laughing out loud, starting with a shriek followed by short bursts of deep laughter...such a beautiful sound. A perfect laugh, not forced, so real. I stopped after maybe ten seconds, which felt like too long to tickle her; the last few seconds her laugh changed to a scream, and I knew I'd better stop.

Later that evening I got home and checked my answering machine messages, as usual. There was one that began with a voice I did not recognize right away; it spoke words that seemed to start in the middle of a conversation -- it was my own. I suddenly realized, with growing anticipation, what had happened. Sure enough, I heard Bec whispering, and then silence, and then that gorgeous laughter. I couldn't fucking believe it had actually happened; I got a tickling on tape without even knowing it!

The end of the story is that I should have made a digital copy of it right away, but didn't...The tape has sinced warped a tiny little bit. Everything is still perfectly clear, but it's just a bit off, which kills me. I'll make a cd of it one day if I can, but until then I don't play it anymore and I keep it in a cedar box.