F/M Tickling
There's that indescribably perfect Rodgers and Hammerstein song from South Pacific that goes, and I paraphrase only slightly, "There is nothing you can name...like the soft and wavy frame...of the silhouette of a dame!
I have sort of an eclectic brew of things I enjoy in life...Perry Mason mysteries...an extra dry martini (up) with three olives...backpacking and canoeing the scenic wilderness...target shooting my Peacemaker-Frontier Model (long colt ammo with 265 grain projectiles)...I think the sparks that fly when a lad and lass have a thing for one another is the one and only thing that makes life truly worth living. I can take that a personal step further when I say tickle babes are worth their weight in gold and a lass who tickles is a slice of heaven right here on earth.
I wish I could explain why. I've been tickled by one woman or another only a few times in my adult life. The idea of man (me?) being in a helpless position when a woman who tickles enters the room is a glorious thought. Then discovering the hard way that she likes to both tickle and taunt and can deliver an evil ticklers smile and her only reason to stop is when the guy stops reacting...well, even in my advanced age that will keep me awake at night just thinking about it...