Here’s a story about my friends getting revenge on me for a bit too much tickling at a New Year’s Eve party.
I absolutely adore tickling others but must admit I detest being tickled myself. And between the ages of about 19 and now – 21 – I’ve found myself tickled more than ever. I think this is largely down to the fact that I now am more confident and tickle so many people that they get me back (I used to read topics of people being tickled and think, ‘surely they don’t expect us to believe that – not everybody is as tickling inclined as we are. But the last few years I have understood why that is and I have found my friends tickling me more than I would ever believe, and that is down to me almost introducing tickling to their lives.
To crack on with the story, it was a New Year’s Eve party when I was 19. As the night went on the adults got fairly excitable and merry, and by about half 12 the age groups had almost unintentionally split up into different groups. The lower teens were downstairs in the room adjacent to the real adults (I.e. the 30-60 year olds, predominantly consisting of Irish people!) and us 18 – 25’s were upstairs in Chloe’s room. We’d all kicked our shoes off and there were some pretty bare feet on show, I had fairly tight black socks on, and as I was drunk I was targeting tickling the girls. There were 7 of us including me, 3 girls, 4 boys, all very close (me, Chloe and Sarah all went to primary school together) and we were having a great time. I always have tickled Chloe and Sarah and we have some fun tickle fights – they love it(!) – but do not know about my fetish, and as the atmosphere was dying down I saw my chance to have some fun. Sarah, a very pretty girl with smooth skin and a beautiful laugh and ticklish all over, was sprawled out on the bed, on her belly, arms above her head, feet sticking out at the bottom. I was on the floor and slid towards her, and duly started tickling her bare feet gently. She pulled away and then looked up at me with a helpless grin, knowing I was going to torture her next. She jumped up and tried getting away, running into the corner and wrestling me off with her hands as protection. The others watched and laughed and I knew if I pinned her down they’d join in. We wrestled and due to our drunkenness fell onto the bed giggling and tickling. She is very weak and I got on top of her and put her arms above her head without much resistance and knelt on them. She never screamed, only laughed, which I liked. As I pinned her down she begged, ‘Nooooo’ as I ran my hands down her sides (worth mentioning at this point that unlike most others she wasn’t wearing a dress – instead a short sleeved, tight shirt with black trousers, and her top had rolled up revealing a tidy little tummy which looked surprisingly sexy that night. As she struggled with me I could tell that others had joined in the tickling on her bare feet because her laughter had intensified, and as I looked round I indeed saw Jake with his hands wrapped around her feet tickling her. I then got Mac, the brute of the gang (!) to take my position so I could tickle her. As I went to the bottom of the bed my erection grew massive as I saw her tiny feet twitching in anticipation of my torture, and I teased her by touching her ankles and stroking her as she prepared for the tickling. Her ankles are actually ticklish themselves and she kicked frantically and sounded slightly turned on as she laughed away. I then started wriggling my fingers up and down her feet, as she laughed louder than ever, for the first time begging me to stop. It then turned more erotic as Liam, Sarah’s boyfriend, jumped on top and undid her trousers, tickling her just above her area (I’m not sure if he was being a bit too erotic, trying to make her cum, mind we were all drunk) but he quickly stopped realising it embarrassed her. The tickling was great, I was hard, we were rowdy and tickling was in the air! Unfortunately, the night took a horrible turn. That’s right, almost out of nowhere Chloe, who was inexistent in Sarah’s torture, grabbed me down and started pulling my socks off. Initially I thought ‘great, I’ll be too strong for her and then get her, but as we struggled Liam and Andy (who was an outsider in Sarah’s tickle) joined in. Still, they weren’t doing any damage, until the worst thing that could have ever happened did. Mac joined in. The strongest man ever, he’d managed to basically kneel on top of Sarah and keep her still as we tickle tortured her entire body. And on me, he did no tickling, he just got my hands, put them above my head as I writhed on the floor and pinned them down. I was helpless, slightly erect still and anticipating a drunken tickle! Chloe seemed keener to punish me than the massacred Sarah, as she came right on top of me and undid buttons on my shirt, slipping her long painted nails inside and tickling my sides. It was never that bad though, slightly enjoyable and sexy perhaps, until Liam came and fully undid my top (he could because having a girlfriend prevented any gay claims!) and peeled it off. With my upper body fully exposed, he went for my armpits. I screamed and pleaded, writhing up and down to no avail. He was an incredible tickler, his hands like feathers; he made my face go so red it hurt. They also went on to torture my feet, peeling my socksoff and tickling my sweaty ones, but it came to an abrupt end as Chloe’s mum shouted up. So there it was, a horrendous tickle torture that came from a wonderful one!
I guess the lesson is that you've got to be on your guard when a tickle massacre is going on. Everybody is a target!
I absolutely adore tickling others but must admit I detest being tickled myself. And between the ages of about 19 and now – 21 – I’ve found myself tickled more than ever. I think this is largely down to the fact that I now am more confident and tickle so many people that they get me back (I used to read topics of people being tickled and think, ‘surely they don’t expect us to believe that – not everybody is as tickling inclined as we are. But the last few years I have understood why that is and I have found my friends tickling me more than I would ever believe, and that is down to me almost introducing tickling to their lives.
To crack on with the story, it was a New Year’s Eve party when I was 19. As the night went on the adults got fairly excitable and merry, and by about half 12 the age groups had almost unintentionally split up into different groups. The lower teens were downstairs in the room adjacent to the real adults (I.e. the 30-60 year olds, predominantly consisting of Irish people!) and us 18 – 25’s were upstairs in Chloe’s room. We’d all kicked our shoes off and there were some pretty bare feet on show, I had fairly tight black socks on, and as I was drunk I was targeting tickling the girls. There were 7 of us including me, 3 girls, 4 boys, all very close (me, Chloe and Sarah all went to primary school together) and we were having a great time. I always have tickled Chloe and Sarah and we have some fun tickle fights – they love it(!) – but do not know about my fetish, and as the atmosphere was dying down I saw my chance to have some fun. Sarah, a very pretty girl with smooth skin and a beautiful laugh and ticklish all over, was sprawled out on the bed, on her belly, arms above her head, feet sticking out at the bottom. I was on the floor and slid towards her, and duly started tickling her bare feet gently. She pulled away and then looked up at me with a helpless grin, knowing I was going to torture her next. She jumped up and tried getting away, running into the corner and wrestling me off with her hands as protection. The others watched and laughed and I knew if I pinned her down they’d join in. We wrestled and due to our drunkenness fell onto the bed giggling and tickling. She is very weak and I got on top of her and put her arms above her head without much resistance and knelt on them. She never screamed, only laughed, which I liked. As I pinned her down she begged, ‘Nooooo’ as I ran my hands down her sides (worth mentioning at this point that unlike most others she wasn’t wearing a dress – instead a short sleeved, tight shirt with black trousers, and her top had rolled up revealing a tidy little tummy which looked surprisingly sexy that night. As she struggled with me I could tell that others had joined in the tickling on her bare feet because her laughter had intensified, and as I looked round I indeed saw Jake with his hands wrapped around her feet tickling her. I then got Mac, the brute of the gang (!) to take my position so I could tickle her. As I went to the bottom of the bed my erection grew massive as I saw her tiny feet twitching in anticipation of my torture, and I teased her by touching her ankles and stroking her as she prepared for the tickling. Her ankles are actually ticklish themselves and she kicked frantically and sounded slightly turned on as she laughed away. I then started wriggling my fingers up and down her feet, as she laughed louder than ever, for the first time begging me to stop. It then turned more erotic as Liam, Sarah’s boyfriend, jumped on top and undid her trousers, tickling her just above her area (I’m not sure if he was being a bit too erotic, trying to make her cum, mind we were all drunk) but he quickly stopped realising it embarrassed her. The tickling was great, I was hard, we were rowdy and tickling was in the air! Unfortunately, the night took a horrible turn. That’s right, almost out of nowhere Chloe, who was inexistent in Sarah’s torture, grabbed me down and started pulling my socks off. Initially I thought ‘great, I’ll be too strong for her and then get her, but as we struggled Liam and Andy (who was an outsider in Sarah’s tickle) joined in. Still, they weren’t doing any damage, until the worst thing that could have ever happened did. Mac joined in. The strongest man ever, he’d managed to basically kneel on top of Sarah and keep her still as we tickle tortured her entire body. And on me, he did no tickling, he just got my hands, put them above my head as I writhed on the floor and pinned them down. I was helpless, slightly erect still and anticipating a drunken tickle! Chloe seemed keener to punish me than the massacred Sarah, as she came right on top of me and undid buttons on my shirt, slipping her long painted nails inside and tickling my sides. It was never that bad though, slightly enjoyable and sexy perhaps, until Liam came and fully undid my top (he could because having a girlfriend prevented any gay claims!) and peeled it off. With my upper body fully exposed, he went for my armpits. I screamed and pleaded, writhing up and down to no avail. He was an incredible tickler, his hands like feathers; he made my face go so red it hurt. They also went on to torture my feet, peeling my socksoff and tickling my sweaty ones, but it came to an abrupt end as Chloe’s mum shouted up. So there it was, a horrendous tickle torture that came from a wonderful one!
I guess the lesson is that you've got to be on your guard when a tickle massacre is going on. Everybody is a target!
