YouNeverKnow175
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Every now and then, my extremely ticklish girlfriend who often feels too vulnerable even talking about being tickled despite my love of true tickle tales from the past, surprises me. Rare are these instances of out-of-the-blue willingness to talk about time she's been tickled (see here for the last one I wrote about, which includes more details about Mallory), though she is more and more willing to tell me about ticklish incidents that come about during her pedicures, massages, and yoga classes, which happen on a regular basis. So it was with delightful surprise at how easily this conversation unfolded the other night.
We had just come home from a small party at the home of some friends of hers. I asked her about something I noticed when we arrived at the party: "So...I was curious about something....I noticed when Katie put her arm around you at the beginning of the party and her hand landed right on your side, after a few seconds you reached your other arm - the arm that was on the side she was on - behind you and you looked like you were ready to grab her arm at any moment and pull it off you...."
She, of course, knew where I was heading with the question. "Ohh, really? I didn't realize I did that....but....yeah, I think I was probably....nervous....."
"Ah, I see..." I said, slightly disappointed she wasn't acknowledging an actual memorable tickle, but excited nonetheless. "I figured...I mean, I know that can be a risky scenario for you...." In my mind were two specific instances - one that she told me about in which a woman's hand was driving her ticklishly insane during the taking of a photo and the other was witnessing the same scenario with her dad, except he realized what was happening and decided to take full advantage. Plus I knew that basically time I put my hand on her side near her waist, whether I was trying to tickle or not, she would freak out and start wiggling all over the place.
"Yeah, I mean, that definitely happens a lot, where someone puts their arm around me and it starts to tickle and I get mad because it feels like a violation of my personal space."
So matter of fact, so nonchalant.
"Wait, what?? Definitely happens a lot??" I asked.
"Yeah, like at [grad] school in the hallways and stuff like that. It happened a few weeks ago with Liss, she put her arm around my side and I got mad and I had to tell her it tickled. I think it's happened with Blaine a few times too."
"This is just as I suspected!" I exclaimed. "I've always thought that little tickles are probably such a part of your regular experience that you don't necessarily even think twice about them - you're so used to them. I mean, I ask you all the time about times you've been tickled and you always say you can't think of any!!"
"Ahh, wow, you're right! I think that's true," Mallory verified. "I'm really good at noticing and remembering to tell you about things like massages and pedicures, but I think you're right, little thing tickle me a lot and I don't always even think anything of it because it's so part of my experience and always has been."
"I've wondered about this hand-on-the-side thing, because I know how much it tickled you when Mindy did it during that picture. I've seen some other pictures of you where I've very much wondered if you were being tickled at that moment..."
"Hmmm..yeah, well, I probably was. It happens a lot."
"I knew it! There have to be more incidents out there!" I said teasingly with a smile. "I mean, really, you were never tickled during high school???"
"Well, I don't know...but I was even more ticklish then."
She'd mentioned this before - she'd even tried to "train" herself to be less ticklish - but again, so nonchalant, as if I didn't fantasize of hearing this kind of thing every single day.
"Really? Even more ticklish than you are now? It doesn't seem possible."
"I was. I couldn't even handle massages at all back then."
"Not at all? Professional or from friends?"
"Either...like at ballet we would sometimes give each other massages and those would tickle me a lot."
"What does that mean, you couldn't handle them?"
"I'd just laugh and squirm and it would tickle too much." She was - and still is - well-known in her family for how ticklish she was and I knew that especially when she was young, when her mom or sister tried to give her a massage it would tickle her like crazy. Her mom even warned her that she probably shouldn't try getting a pedicure because of how ticklish she was (advice she ignored, much to her own dismay).
"Kind of like how you were at the doctor, too?"
"Oh yeah! When she'd do this - " she extended her fingers in an open fist and pressed them onto my stomach, "and I would squirm and she'd ask if everything was okay and I'd say that it tickled."
I realized this was becoming a theme with Mallory: I'd press for details about her tickle stories of the past and she would claim not to remember - but then randomly, out of nowhere, she'd be sharing details - the kinds of things I would be dying to know - as if we'd never talked about the topic before (the same thing was true of the conversation we had in the first link provided above).
By this point I was super aroused and she was well aware of that. Within minutes we were making intense, passionate love, after which she said, "I should tell you tickle stories more often..."
I wanted to say, "I've been trying to tell you that for four years!!" But I just smiled and said that I would not argue with that statement.
We had just come home from a small party at the home of some friends of hers. I asked her about something I noticed when we arrived at the party: "So...I was curious about something....I noticed when Katie put her arm around you at the beginning of the party and her hand landed right on your side, after a few seconds you reached your other arm - the arm that was on the side she was on - behind you and you looked like you were ready to grab her arm at any moment and pull it off you...."
She, of course, knew where I was heading with the question. "Ohh, really? I didn't realize I did that....but....yeah, I think I was probably....nervous....."
"Ah, I see..." I said, slightly disappointed she wasn't acknowledging an actual memorable tickle, but excited nonetheless. "I figured...I mean, I know that can be a risky scenario for you...." In my mind were two specific instances - one that she told me about in which a woman's hand was driving her ticklishly insane during the taking of a photo and the other was witnessing the same scenario with her dad, except he realized what was happening and decided to take full advantage. Plus I knew that basically time I put my hand on her side near her waist, whether I was trying to tickle or not, she would freak out and start wiggling all over the place.
"Yeah, I mean, that definitely happens a lot, where someone puts their arm around me and it starts to tickle and I get mad because it feels like a violation of my personal space."
So matter of fact, so nonchalant.
"Wait, what?? Definitely happens a lot??" I asked.
"Yeah, like at [grad] school in the hallways and stuff like that. It happened a few weeks ago with Liss, she put her arm around my side and I got mad and I had to tell her it tickled. I think it's happened with Blaine a few times too."
"This is just as I suspected!" I exclaimed. "I've always thought that little tickles are probably such a part of your regular experience that you don't necessarily even think twice about them - you're so used to them. I mean, I ask you all the time about times you've been tickled and you always say you can't think of any!!"
"Ahh, wow, you're right! I think that's true," Mallory verified. "I'm really good at noticing and remembering to tell you about things like massages and pedicures, but I think you're right, little thing tickle me a lot and I don't always even think anything of it because it's so part of my experience and always has been."
"I've wondered about this hand-on-the-side thing, because I know how much it tickled you when Mindy did it during that picture. I've seen some other pictures of you where I've very much wondered if you were being tickled at that moment..."
"Hmmm..yeah, well, I probably was. It happens a lot."
"I knew it! There have to be more incidents out there!" I said teasingly with a smile. "I mean, really, you were never tickled during high school???"
"Well, I don't know...but I was even more ticklish then."
She'd mentioned this before - she'd even tried to "train" herself to be less ticklish - but again, so nonchalant, as if I didn't fantasize of hearing this kind of thing every single day.
"Really? Even more ticklish than you are now? It doesn't seem possible."
"I was. I couldn't even handle massages at all back then."
"Not at all? Professional or from friends?"
"Either...like at ballet we would sometimes give each other massages and those would tickle me a lot."
"What does that mean, you couldn't handle them?"
"I'd just laugh and squirm and it would tickle too much." She was - and still is - well-known in her family for how ticklish she was and I knew that especially when she was young, when her mom or sister tried to give her a massage it would tickle her like crazy. Her mom even warned her that she probably shouldn't try getting a pedicure because of how ticklish she was (advice she ignored, much to her own dismay).
"Kind of like how you were at the doctor, too?"
"Oh yeah! When she'd do this - " she extended her fingers in an open fist and pressed them onto my stomach, "and I would squirm and she'd ask if everything was okay and I'd say that it tickled."
I realized this was becoming a theme with Mallory: I'd press for details about her tickle stories of the past and she would claim not to remember - but then randomly, out of nowhere, she'd be sharing details - the kinds of things I would be dying to know - as if we'd never talked about the topic before (the same thing was true of the conversation we had in the first link provided above).
By this point I was super aroused and she was well aware of that. Within minutes we were making intense, passionate love, after which she said, "I should tell you tickle stories more often..."
I wanted to say, "I've been trying to tell you that for four years!!" But I just smiled and said that I would not argue with that statement.
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