Dependent on Tickling (somewhat adult) M/F

[Iwon'tgrowup]

One of my ex-wives (I've left a sordid trail, but that's not for this forum) was a beautiful blonde quite a bit younger than I. Almost 6 feet tall with blue eyes . . . well, I could swim laps in them. Bottomless. God.

I eased her into tickling while we dated, but she grew to love it during married life. Her skin was flawless; in fact, "alabaster" wouldn't be a bad description. From head to toe, she was a playground; no, a play city I had to tour at least daily. At least.

She was ticklish in some good places. Sides. Ribs. Waist. Knees (which produced some real defensive hysteria). In fact, light stroking on any part of the leg . . . I couldn't miss. And her feet -- a tickler's paradise.

I could write many stories about her, but since I still love her, I probably won't. I just want to tell of how she became dependent on tickling. At first, tickling was odd to her. She didn't like it much because her ex-husband had tickled her ferociously. And she didn't like him much. So, as I said, I eased her into it. Tickling during foot massages. She loved the telephone, so I tickled her to make her hang up. Lighter stuff. Portents.

Gradually, during our most intimate moments, she grew to understand my need for erotic tickling. Better still, she grew to share it. If I tickled her, she felt the enhanced pleasure I could give.

Tickle my foot she would plead, and eventually, she couldn't decide which gave her more happiness; the sexual act itself, or the tickling. The struggle between her laugh and her moan is one of my most unforgettable life memories.

The line blurred, and then she crossed over. While I tickled her lovely size 9 1/2 tootsies, she pleasured herself multiple times. Then she learned that, although it was torture, she couldn't live without lying on her stomach while I tickled, deeply, vigorously, her muscular sides. She once came 12 times in just a few minutes.

Sweaty, ecstatic, gasping for breath, she would always ask: Now what can I do for YOU? But that, too, is a story for another day. Or maybe not. While I miss all we had, I'm so glad we had it, and I wish similar experiences for each reader here who finds tickling an indispensable part of our sensual lives.

 

[milagros317]

Thanks for sharing your memories of her. 😀

 

[sole seeker]

Truly excellent post.

I think you should consider sharing some of your memories in greater detail. It would probably be cathartic to "talk" it out. In this forum you'd certainly have an attentive audience.

 

[Iwon'tgrowup]

Thank you, gentlemen. I appreciate the suggestion, SS, and as you know -- I like writing in detail. And you may be right about the catharsis. And there are some pleasing vignettes from my life with this lady (who's still my friend, by the way). There's the time I introduced her to some light bondage. The evening I took her shoe shopping. Or the time she surprised me just before a job interview. Good stuff there . . . I'll have to consider it. But thanks for the affirmative words.

 

[Eternal Tomboy]

IWGU -

I thought I'd return the favor, and post a review of YOUR story 😀

I really enjoyed your post. I'm sorry that something happened to break the two of you apart though. But it sounds as if you made enough wonderful tickling memories to last a lifetime. Did I just say enough? Don't suppose there is ever really enough when tickles are involved 😉 I hope that you can find someone else to make your tickling fantasies come true. I'm of the opinion that life is just a little sweeter when you have someone to share your passion for tickling with.

I too would love to hear more about your tickling encounters with your ex, however I would caution you to only write them if you feel that they would truly be cathartic for you. I know that sometimes delving into the past can do more harm than good. But if you feel like you would benefit from it, then I say go for it! I'm sure there will be an audience for you here......even if that audience is largely a silent one 😉

Maggie