my two cents
Soilwork said:
Thank You everyone, for making Me feel at home here. I apreciate it alot, and hope to make many friends here. I've gotta go do somethings, but I'll be back on here tonight. Thanks again!
Hey Soilwork,
I find myself in the same boat as you. I'm not posting in your thread to try to steal your thunder or anything, but I think it's a pretty big coincidence that we have similar stories and our first posts were on the same day!
I used to be terrified of this place. I 'knew' that what I was doing here was sleazy and I was scared to open myself up to this place, to participate in the community. You see I viewed tickling as a dark spectre in my life, something that I was ashamed of but would never go away. I loathed this place, but at the same time I needed it.
But at the same time, I'm sure you've realized, that the people here are not the demons that represent them in our minds, they are real people. And I don't know about you but I'm starting to feel at home in here already. I'm not sure if this is helpful to you or not, just don't be afraid!
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Here's more detail than you want to know about me:
I've had a tickling fetish for as long as I could remember. Even before I could have an erection I enjoyed tickling the girls that I played with. I don't know why, I'm not a very controlling person, I just guess it was destiny. My first erection, was when I was in my early teens. I was at a school picnic and I noticed some cute girls a way's away playing chicken fights (where teams of two get up on each others shoulders and kick at one another barefoot). A medium height blonde with long flowing hair and pale peach coloured skin was one of the 'combatants', raised on her friend's shoulders and clutching her as though she were a pole. This OTHER girl, who resented the fact that she wasn't playing, came up behind them, slipped her hands up the blonde's loose fitting faded green t-shirt, and began to tickle her ribs. The blonde started laughing immediately, she leaned forward to try to get away, her mouth hanging open ecstactically, revealing a gorgeous smile with blue braces. She shut her eyes so hard her eyelids turned pink. This was not a giggler, and not a screamer, she had a perfect, consistant laugh, that over a few seconds turned to nothing as her breath was taken away. As I angled to see up her shirt, I could see the tickler's dark green nails moving down the ticklee's sides, causing her little tummy to convulse rapidly. Gasping for breath but not releasing her partner, the blond slid down her partner's body, losing her grip ever so gradually. I could hear a faint giggle right before the tickler stopped, and the blonde's butt fell to the ground with a bump. She sprawled out on the ground, her bright blue eyes popping open as her breath hurried to catch up. 'She... TICKLED me!!' the blonde exclaimed.
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I've never jac'd off thinking about penetration in my memory. Never. Only girls getting tickled. A lot of the time I fantasize, but it's easier if I latch onto a tickling that I have really seen / was a part of. I don't know what exactly your reservations are, but I'm guessing you you don't have it as bad as I do. ;-)
(Except that I just read cosquill's post... OMG... 5 years old? :wooha: Just ignore my whole previous sentence
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Well, I sure tend to go on and on. I hope you get to read this post, Soilwork, before someone moves it to Stories. :grind_tee
Although that story is based on a real event in my life, it is my fantasy, I expressed it in words for other people to read - people that I know will understand - without giving anyone my name or address, and I think when I hit Submit Reply I'm going to feel a lot better about myself. I think that you too have made the correct choice by coming here, and that if you want to confront your demons, you've done most of the hard work already.
Good luck
Signed, J. Rubicante
p.s. Although I addressed this message to Soilwork, please don't pm me... I don't think I'm ready to take that step yet, if ever. Heck, I can't even make my own thread yet!
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