Hello, ticklers.
I've been a member of this site for a very long time. It is certainly something that has allowed me to understand that there are far more of "me" than I knew when I was young. I could tell some stories.
Actually, I did tell quite a few stories, when I was younger. I'm not old, but older, and I realize that a tickler, a genuine died in the wool tickler, is someone that loves it from the first thrill to the entire length, breadth, and expanse of a life.
Others might find out we are ticklers, and in their common concept of sexual gratification they may think we are, somehow, aberrant.
We're not. We like what we like, and it doesn't hurt anyone. We do things some people could only hope to do, because they are too shy, think it's deranged, or they just aren't strong enough to say to the world, "I am what I am, so hello, and I'm going to tickle you."
I've been a member of this site for a very long time. It is certainly something that has allowed me to understand that there are far more of "me" than I knew when I was young. I could tell some stories.
Actually, I did tell quite a few stories, when I was younger. I'm not old, but older, and I realize that a tickler, a genuine died in the wool tickler, is someone that loves it from the first thrill to the entire length, breadth, and expanse of a life.
Others might find out we are ticklers, and in their common concept of sexual gratification they may think we are, somehow, aberrant.
We're not. We like what we like, and it doesn't hurt anyone. We do things some people could only hope to do, because they are too shy, think it's deranged, or they just aren't strong enough to say to the world, "I am what I am, so hello, and I'm going to tickle you."
