Great tickling, but with embarrassing side effect

[AdmiralBeatty]

Its not a morality thing. Question does SHE know you posted this here with her description, position, her race, info about her boyfriend, info about your company?

 

[DontAskJusTckle]

I have 3 million contacts on LinkedIn, 150000 are IT Managers. If I posted this there how long.....

The point is she isn't thinking either. He is a manager. All it takes is one slipup. She points a finger and says he held his position over her.

She has no reason not to.

Then he's out. Career gone. Blackballed.

Seriously dude. Why do you even care? Why are you so outraged by this? What's it to you if they have a little fun in the conference room?

Its not a morality thing. Question does SHE know you posted this here with her description, position, her race, info about her boyfriend, info about your company?

LOL, you're coming apart at the seams, now.

 

[AdmiralBeatty]

Simple. Its plain stupid and makes us look bad. Plus he as a manager should know better. He is also setting himself up for a lawsuit.

 

[C.A.B.]

Seriously, that's all you have to say? You didn't strike me as being that pious. Well alrighty then. Evidently you're not interested in discussion. Feel free to look down your nose all you like, but I'm perfectly at ease in my moral middle-ground.

I'm not being pious, nor do I give a rats ass for any morality that might or might not be involved. I'm just amused that you fear her boyfriend and your employer, but I would encourage you to be bold and see what he, and your employer does to you. If you could come back after and write about that, it would be infinitely more amusing.

But, as for "interested in discussion", I must admit, I've had my doubts from the start; frankly I believe your post is nothing more but a frustrated IT day-dream. So I've lost interest. My apologies.

 

[AdmiralBeatty]

I'm not being pious, nor do I give a rats ass for any morality that might or might not be involved. I'm just amused that you fear her boyfriend and your employer, but I would encourage you to be bold and see what he, and your employer does to you. If you could come back after and write about that, it would be infinitely more amusing.

But, as for "interested in discussion", I must admit, I've had my doubts from the start; frankly I believe your post is nothing more but a frustrated IT day-dream. So I've lost interest. My apologies.

Yeah I'm certain it is fabricated and would love to see him approach his employer about it. Given he won't get fired and all.

 

[Klaxxon]

DAJT, I appreciate your interceptions, but the best thing to do with trolls is to ignore them. Rest assured I wasn't stupid enough to post my name, the name of my company, my location, Zhang Li's real name, or anything that would point some vindictive asshole (hypothetically speaking of course) anywhere near me. He has my full blessing to post this entire discussion to his "3 million contacts on LinkedIn." 🙄

 

[AdmiralBeatty]

I wouldn't post it. Thats plain dickhead. On the other hand if you are so good with it why don't you just schedule the conference room and state tickling. Also if you are good with it why not post the company name?

 

[Klaxxon]

I'm just amused that you fear her boyfriend and your employer, but I would encourage you to be bold and see what he, and your employer does to you. If you could come back after and write about that, it would be infinitely more amusing.

LOL. Where did you get the idea I'm operating out of fear? My mission is to keep the tickling coming. I'm not entirely sure what you specifically suggest I do to be "bold" but if it involves me blabbing to her boyfriend and my director, that would be counter-productive to that mission, and so not happening.

 

[C.A.B.]

LOL. Where did you get the idea I'm operating out of fear? My mission is to keep the tickling coming. I'm not entirely sure what you specifically suggest I do to be "bold" but if it involves me blabbing to her boyfriend and my director, that would be counter-productive to that mission, and so not happening.

You missed the part where I mention I do not believe any of this is happening, so our back and forth is now moot. Good night, my friend. 😉

 

[AdmiralBeatty]

LOL. Where did you get the idea I'm operating out of fear? My mission is to keep the tickling coming. I'm not entirely sure what you specifically suggest I do to be "bold" but if it involves me blabbing to her boyfriend and my director, that would be counter-productive to that mission, and so not happening.

Plus it never happened.

 

[dad1]

This is one thing that really bothers me about this forum. Somebody shares something personal and intimate and then gets attacked for it. We're supposed to support each other, not beat our chests and try to dominate. Please, if you don't like a thread, just move on to another one, okay?

Klaxxon I loved your story, but I'm curious about something. How strong are your feelings for Zhang Li? Do you love her? How would you describe your relationship before this all happened and how has this new level of intimacy changed it?

 

[Klaxxon]

Klaxxon I loved your story, but I'm curious about something. How strong are your feelings for Zhang Li? Do you love her? How would you describe your relationship before this all happened and how has this new level of intimacy changed it?

Before this all went down, Zhang Li and I were friends, co-workers, and peers. We weren't super close, but we'd sometimes find ourselves having lunch together in the break room and we'd chat about all kinds of things. She's a friendly woman, especially once she gets to know you. She grew up in China, and has been in the US for about 12 years. Her accent is heavy, but I find it sexy.

Now, our relationship has a sort of quasi-intimacy to it. She likes me to massage her and I like her tickling me. But we don't make out or grope each other. Okay, maybe I'm groping a little, but it's hard to massage a woman's attractive butt and not enjoy it. But that's the extent of our intimacy. We've never even kissed. We don't call each other or text each other. I'm convinced that this little thing we have has gone on as long as it has is because I've not tried to push it in the direction of romance. She has developed a trust for me, and so I'm motivated to make sure her trust is well placed.

Do I love her? Yes. Not in the sense that I'm convinced that she is THE ONE. We're not soul mates or anything like that. But I do love who she is and I cherish my friendship with her. I'd take a bullet for her in a heartbeat. But I'm not going to interfere in any way with her relationship with her boyfriend. When she's with me she doesn't talk about him and therefore I don't talk about him either. If it happens that she and he go their separate ways and she decides she wants to upgrade our relationship, I have no doubt she'll make it clear to me. Until then, it's just friends with benefits.

 

[AdmiralBeatty]

SOMEWHERE over the rainbow..

 

[dad1]

Before this all went down, Zhang Li and I were friends, co-workers, and peers. We weren't super close, but we'd sometimes find ourselves having lunch together in the break room and we'd chat about all kinds of things. She's a friendly woman, especially once she gets to know you. She grew up in China, and has been in the US for about 12 years. Her accent is heavy, but I find it sexy.

Now, our relationship has a sort of quasi-intimacy to it. She likes me to massage her and I like her tickling me. But we don't make out or grope each other. Okay, maybe I'm groping a little, but it's hard to massage a woman's attractive butt and not enjoy it. But that's the extent of our intimacy. We've never even kissed. We don't call each other or text each other. I'm convinced that this little thing we have has gone on as long as it has is because I've not tried to push it in the direction of romance. She has developed a trust for me, and so I'm motivated to make sure her trust is well placed.

Do I love her? Yes. Not in the sense that I'm convinced that she is THE ONE. We're not soul mates or anything like that. But I do love who she is and I cherish my friendship with her. I'd take a bullet for her in a heartbeat. But I'm not going to interfere in any way with her relationship with her boyfriend. When she's with me she doesn't talk about him and therefore I don't talk about him either. If it happens that she and he go their separate ways and she decides she wants to upgrade our relationship, I have no doubt she'll make it clear to me. Until then, it's just friends with benefits.

Thanks for taking the time to answer my question. I appreciate you being frank and candid with me. For what it's worth I think you're doing a good thing by putting her well being first. A lot of guys would feel justified in throwing their hat in the ring and competing with her boyfriend for her affection. Then again, a lot of women would do the same in a reverse situation. I hope you'll post more on your relationship with Zang Li. It's a great story. 🙂

 

[sirseaspraysr]

You go, dude.

Make us proud!

 

[FootballGuy]

Great story man!

That happens to me every time I get tickled but only one girl ever noticed and it was because I was wearing gray briefs at the time. She was just like "Whoah, you're really enjoying this huh?" lol.

I'm curious Klaxxon, has she ever questioned you about how you WANT her to tickle you? Or did she just go along with it and not think much of it at all?

 

[Klaxxon]

FootballGuy, thanks for sharing your story. I'm glad to hear I'm not the only one this has happened to. It's funny this thread popped back up, because I had a very nice little session with Zhang Li today. The office was nearly deserted today. It's not a paid holiday but lots of people are burning up vacation time before they lose it. We spent an hour in one of the training rooms.

I had my work cut out for me because Zhang Li had a huge tree in her back yard hit by lightening and she's been cutting it up and hauling the pieces. Her idiot boyfriend didn't have a clue so I'm the one who taught her (and him) how to use her new chain saw.

"You see this dial? You have to loosen these two bolts, than use the dial adjust the chain tension so that it's not tight, nor so loose that it hangs. Like this.

"Oh, okay. So not too tight. Not too loose. Got it."

"Now this is your oil reservoir. That can empty out if you don't check it from time to time. It's really important not to let that happen."

"I don't understand. I thought the oil is mix with the gasoline," she said.

"Yes," I told her. "But that oil is for the engine. THIS oil is for the chain. The chain needs oil or it will won't move freely."

"Wow. I never knew that."

I also filled her in on the normal precautions. Always turn off the chain saw before setting it down. While it's on, never let it touch the ground. Always wear long pants, good shoes, gloves and protective eye-wear. If you cut a section in the middle that is supported on either side, cut up, so that the log doesn't pinch the chain when it opens downward. I have to hand it to her. She picked it up pretty well.

Anyway, we're in the training room, and she's lying on two tables pushed together. Her legs and her upper body were very tight. Her left arm and shoulder were particularly hurting. I spent a lot of time on her upper body but I did spend some time on her butt, thighs, calves, and feet. When I was done she thanked me profusely, telling me she can actually move now. She motioned for me to sit down in the chair.

"Zhang Li, you don't have worry about me today. I spent more time on you because you really needed it."

"No, this not just for you any more. I like tickling you. And you need to laugh."

She actually said that. 'You need to laugh.' She starts right on on my vulnerable spots which by now she knows pretty well. Soft spidery tickles on my lower sides that send me into mostly silent laughter. "I like torture you," she said, smiling. After tickling my upper body for five minutes or so, I slipped off my shoes. I put my left foot in her lap. She tickled my sock foot. The sensation was wonderful but at the same time unbearable, and I kept involuntarily pulling away.

"You need to lock it down with your other leg," I told her. She crossed her legs, enclosing my ankle like a bear trap, with my foot sticking helplessly out the the other side. She tickled it mercilessly, and I couldn't pull away. After what seemed like an eternity but was only a minute or two, she did the same thing to my other foot. I watched her face as intently as I could while in the throws of tortured laughter. She get's this look of satisfaction. When we first started this business, she was somewhat hesitant and her tickling was carefully measured. But with each session, she's a little less inhibited than the previous one shows a little less restraint, and pushes me a little further.

When we got back to our cube area, most of the few people that were in the office had left already, so we went to the break room where I drank coffee and she drank tea. We talked bout the massage and for the first time we talked about the tickling. She seemed a little uncomfortable, and I got the idea that she was beginning to like it more than was ready to admit. I told her as much of the truth as I dared and made certain not to lie to her. I explained that i've always loved being tickled every since I was a boy when I was tickled constantly by my older sister's girlfriends. I told her that even though it is torture, it's something that I crave, and when I'm tickled for a significant duration, I feel cleaned out when it's all over. Completely free of anxiety, depression, boredom, and general dissatisfaction with life. I told her about the professional masseuse who once told me that tickling carries excellent benefits. Increased oxygen intake, cardio-vascular activity, and the release of endorphins and electrolites.

Everything I told her was true. The only thing I left out was that I find it erotic as hell and a major turn on, sexually. She doesn't need to know that at this stage of our relationship. She did unload some bad news on me. Her boyfriend popped the question recently and she said yes. I congratulated her as genuinely as I could manage, but I was heartbroken. They've set a date for next August.

We talked some more, and I think she sensed my sadness despite my best efforts to hide it. She put her hand on top of mine very gently and told me she was so glad to have such a good friend. "Please promise me never to leave this company," she said and smiled. I smiled and told her I felt the same way, giving no clue as to how overwhelmed I was by her beauty, sensuality and presence.

 

[Marty Pants]

FootballGuy, thanks for sharing your story. I'm glad to hear I'm not the only one this has happened to. It's funny this thread popped back up, because I had a very nice little session with Zhang Li today. The office was nearly deserted today. It's not a paid holiday but lots of people are burning up vacation time before they lose it. We spent an hour in one of the training rooms.

I had my work cut out for me because Zhang Li had a huge tree in her back yard hit by lightening and she's been cutting it up and hauling the pieces. Her idiot boyfriend didn't have a clue so I'm the one who taught her (and him) how to use her new chain saw.

"You see this dial? You have to loosen these two bolts, than use the dial adjust the chain tension so that it's not tight, nor so loose that it hangs. Like this.

"Oh, okay. So not too tight. Not too loose. Got it."

"Now this is your oil reservoir. That can empty out if you don't check it from time to time. It's really important not to let that happen."

"I don't understand. I thought the oil is mix with the gasoline," she said.

"Yes," I told her. "But that oil is for the engine. THIS oil is for the chain. The chain needs oil or it will won't move freely."

"Wow. I never knew that."

I also filled her in on the normal precautions. Always turn off the chain saw before setting it down. While it's on, never let it touch the ground. Always wear long pants, good shoes, gloves and protective eye-wear. If you cut a section in the middle that is supported on either side, cut up, so that the log doesn't pinch the chain when it opens downward. I have to hand it to her. She picked it up pretty well.

Anyway, we're in the training room, and she's lying on two tables pushed together. Her legs and her upper body were very tight. Her left arm and shoulder were particularly hurting. I spent a lot of time on her upper body but I did spend some time on her butt, thighs, calves, and feet. When I was done she thanked me profusely, telling me she can actually move now. She motioned for me to sit down in the chair.

"Zhang Li, you don't have worry about me today. I spent more time on you because you really needed it."

"No, this not just for you any more. I like tickling you. And you need to laugh."

She actually said that. 'You need to laugh.' She starts right on on my vulnerable spots which by now she knows pretty well. Soft spidery tickles on my lower sides that send me into mostly silent laughter. "I like torture you," she said, smiling. After tickling my upper body for five minutes or so, I slipped off my shoes. I put my left foot in her lap. She tickled my sock foot. The sensation was wonderful but at the same time unbearable, and I kept involuntarily pulling away.

"You need to lock it down with your other leg," I told her. She crossed her legs, enclosing my ankle like a bear trap, with my foot sticking helplessly out the the other side. She tickled it mercilessly, and I couldn't pull away. After what seemed like an eternity but was only a minute or two, she did the same thing to my other foot. I watched her face as intently as I could while in the throws of tortured laughter. She get's this look of satisfaction. When we first started this business, she was somewhat hesitant and her tickling was carefully measured. But with each session, she's a little less inhibited than the previous one shows a little less restraint, and pushes me a little further.

When we got back to our cube area, most of the few people that were in the office had left already, so we went to the break room where I drank coffee and she drank tea. We talked bout the massage and for the first time we talked about the tickling. She seemed a little uncomfortable, and I got the idea that she was beginning to like it more than was ready to admit. I told her as much of the truth as I dared and made certain not to lie to her. I explained that i've always loved being tickled every since I was a boy when I was tickled constantly by my older sister's girlfriends. I told her that even though it is torture, it's something that I crave, and when I'm tickled for a significant duration, I feel cleaned out when it's all over. Completely free of anxiety, depression, boredom, and general dissatisfaction with life. I told her about the professional masseuse who once told me that tickling carries excellent benefits. Increased oxygen intake, cardio-vascular activity, and the release of endorphins and electrolites.

Everything I told her was true. The only thing I left out was that I find it erotic as hell and a major turn on, sexually. She doesn't need to know that at this stage of our relationship. She did unload some bad news on me. Her boyfriend popped the question recently and she said yes. I congratulated her as genuinely as I could manage, but I was heartbroken. They've set a date for next August.

We talked some more, and I think she sensed my sadness despite my best efforts to hide it. She put her hand on top of mine very gently and told me she was so glad to have such a good friend. "Please promise me never to leave this company," she said and smiled. I smiled and told her I felt the same way, giving no clue as to how overwhelmed I was by her beauty, sensuality and presence.

I love this story too!
I was rooting for you two to get together but it probably won't happen.
Sort of like watching the sexual tension between two characters on your favorite TV sho.
Hang in there Klaxxon. You never know. Stranger things have happened.
I wish you good luck, and think you're a pretty good guy. 🙂

 

[Marty Pants]

Plus it never happened.

WoW! ReallY?!?
If U and C.A.B. don't believe the story why do U KEEP ON POSTING ?!?
I mean, really, what grade are U guys in???
U keep asking for proof. Get a life, and if U don't like it, don't read or comment over and over that U don't believe it.
I think THAT is a GR Violation, sir.

 

[Libertine]

"Oh what a tangled web we weave
When first we practice to deceive."

- Sir Walter Scott (Marmion, 1808)

...But when we've practised for a while,
How vastly we improve our style...

 

[Klaxxon]

I love this story too!
I was rooting for you two to get together but it probably won't happen.
Sort of like watching the sexual tension between two characters on your favorite TV sho.
Hang in there Klaxxon. You never know. Stranger things have happened.
I wish you good luck, and think you're a pretty good guy. 🙂

Thanks. I really appreciate that. I feel really torn. On the one hand, I hate the thought of me telling her who she should or shouldn't marry. That just seems so arrogant to me. It's not who I am. On the other hand, the thought of her marrying that other guy just puts my stomach in knots. Part of me wants to tell her it's a big mistake. But I know she's not some airhead. She's very intelligent, way more so than me. And so the rest of me thinks I should just shut the hell up. We'll see how it goes, I guess.

 

[FootballGuy]

Wow man thanks for following up but that's a tough break.

It's hard for me to buy that she really wants to marry this other guy if she's sneaking off to play with you. I get that massage and tickling aren't necessarily sexual to vanillas but it's not exactly innocent either.

Whatever you decide to tell her, I'll be pulling for ya!