How long does it take for them to discover you're ticklish?

[The Internet]

There was a video clip I saw once. And in it, there were three girls, and they were engaging in what I call "tickle talk". Tickle talk is almost as hot as tickling itself, as far as I'm concerned. First off, the word is the greatest. Ok, well, that's another thread, just contemplating the word. What a word. I like a word that sounds like what it is.

Anyways, the two girls are surrounding another one, and they're asking her questions before the tickling begins. And one of them asked a great, great question.

"When you're, like, making out with a guy, do you get ticklish if, like, he's trying to take off your bra or something....?" and they all giggled in recognition (and the girl immediately lit up and says yes, and says how being ticklish has enhanced many a date, and ruined some also!"

Hmmm. Duly noted, gorgeous!!!

I asked a very ticklish, vanilla* girl once : "When you're fooling around with a guy, do you get nervous that he's going to find out how ticklish you are?"

And she said, in her own handwriting (this was a letter, I've still got it)....."I'm not too worried about a guy finding out I'm ticklish, but it's not easy to hide anyway. If hands even go near my ribs I let our a giggle and automatically the guy asks "oh are you ticklish" then starts tickling me but I automatically kiss him and grab his hands trying to distract him. After I'm tickled a tiny bit I'll laugh even if I'm not being tickled if hands are near any of my ticklish spots."

That's verbatim, I'm copying it from the letter right now! I loved how she has a strategy for coping!

I asked her a million questions, I should probably put up the whole questionnaire, it's fascinating. Anyways, I also asked her "Have you ever gotten ticklish during sex?" and she said "Probably. It happens so easily!"

* - she would laugh at the idea that she was "vanilla", and it's hard for me to think of her as "vanilla" but I guess for our purposes she was. She was very smart, and very pretty, but also very self-destructive, and "got around" alot, so I knew I was asking a girl with lots of notches on her belt. Not that there's anything wrong with that, in and of itself.

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So what about you? You just met a guy, or maybe it's a girl...or maybe you didn't just meet them, but now things have turned physical...you're on the couch, you're against the wall at the bar, you're in the backseat of a car, whereever......and it's finally happening, the kiss, the embrace....and now their hands are all over you, wandering, exploring.....maybe it's happens before then, the first time they put their arm around you, and have their hand on your waist. I dont know. Maybe they find out way before you're even getting hot and heavy, maybe that's the usual way. Eventually, it's going to come out, and you're going to reveal your secret....😉

So how long does it take for you?

Of course, on THIS forum......probably we make it happen sooner than later! So perhaps it's a bad place to ask! OR.....do you try to hide it, even though you like it?

 

[ticklishmrs]

Well for me, when I used to date, if the guy put his hand on my side, or touched my back,or kissed my neck, I wiggled and was a fit of giggles. That was enough for him to start tickling .

 

[ginaticklish]

I am single and do date, and am the same as ticklishmrs. If my waist is touched, or my date kisses my neck or ear, I squirm and giggle and blurt out that I'm ticklish, that usually starts the tickling.

 

[chicago]

Neck kisses tend to get me every time. One guy thought I was laughing AT him, and I was too shy at the time to tell the truth. Another guy found out i was ticklish while rubbing my back and he tried to convince me I could become non ticklish by training my mind lol

Usually, I drop hints right away and then let em know I'm into it after a few weeks or something

 

[The Internet]

Ha, I actually have used that a couple of times with girls that are way too ticklish, like...no-chance-of-ever-getting-over-it ticklish. "Here, I'll show you how to not be so ticklish" 😉 "Just concentrate now...' "Mind over matter, c'mon now!"..."you're not trying hard enough now concentrate", (and they're face is all anxious, they're trying so hard)..... "oh forget it..." then like...full attack to her sides or something. Under her arms. Ha! "You've got to keep your arms up, otherwise it won't blah blah blah..."

Yeah, the dude's lecturing you that it's mind over matter, how helpful....."I'm a man, let me show you how to get over this kid stuff" and you're like.....I don't WANT to get over it! Ha! "I don' t know what you're doing, man, this is what I'm doing. Tickle me, you brute!" lol.

 

[Wade]

The funny thing is that of course you can go for months or years -- or forever -- before a platonic friend finds out you're ticklish; your vulnerability can linger latent and harmless as long as it goes undiscovered. But with a woman you're going to be intimate with, it's always going to be discovered. Sooner or later. Probably by date #5, often sooner. It never fails. It's inescapable. Its timing is unpredictable but its unavoidability is inevitable.

At some point extremely early in a new relationship with a girlfriend, when you've still got tons of things to learn about each other--movies you hate, books you love, childhood pets, personal shame--you'll be snuggled together. Maybe reclining on a bed, maybe relaxing on a sofa in front of the TV after renting a movie. Without fail--it can't be eluded--she will, one day, sooner or later, idly and innocently slip her hand inside your shirt and lazily run it back and forth, up and down your abdomen.

It's a gesture of affection, of course, of mutual comfort and continued erotic interest, her fingers grazing simply across your skin, tracing aimless designs through the hair on your chest and stomach, running casually along your sides.

Your mouth clamped shut, your lips twist violently against the encroaching smile, suppressing the irresistible urge to giggle. There are so many reasons you don't want to betray your severe ticklishness now: because this moment is such a pleasant one of repose, because the topic of conversation will turn to the embarrassing intricacies of your unusual sensitivity, because once she's discovered it she'll turn on you with full deliberateness and tickle you until you're a flailing mess. But her fingertips! Crawling without malice or mischief back and forth, back and forth across your stomach, sending your every nerve ending into frazzled high alert as you struggle desperately to maintain the illusion of nonchalance and calm.

Then her fingers linger at your side! My God, is it even possible that she's not doing this on purpose, not deliberately torturing your twitchy abdomen with full knowledge of hos maddeningly you're trying not to react? Please not up and down my--but yes, up and down your side, forcing you to lean your head back into the pillow or upholstery and squeeze your eyes shut tight, fighting the urge to explode with what would surely be comically girlish giggles that would give her cause to mock and torment you for weeks to come.

Maybe she has no idea that you're ticklish. Or maybe she knows already... maybe she knew before you began dating, if you knew each other before you began dating, but you successfully downplayed it, made it seem minor and eminently manageable so as to avoid public scenes and playful explorations of your vulnerability. So she has no idea that what she's doing now, skittering affectionately in circles above your navel, is threatening to send you into paroxysms.

Then, despite your mental exertions, inevitably, your body betrays you. Her tantalizing fingers slide across a particularly sensitive parcel of abdomen, and your muscles contract involuntarily, completely separate from your mental direction, jerking inward with an animal terror: "too ticklish, get away!"

Her hand stops moving suddenly, appraising the situation. You can't see her expression but you can tell she's registered the phenomenon and is giving it some thought. You know you're doomed. She says something like, "Wait. What was that? Are you ticklish?"

You say something like "No," or "A little," or "Extremely," knowing from experience that there's no answer that will rescue you.

She says something like, "Really? Wait. How ticklish?"

And she probably doesn't wait for an answer; she seeks out the answer herself, intrepidly, experimentally, hands-on experience is the best after all; she draws her fingers gently back over that same area and your muscles again predictably, obediently, traitorously jerk.

She says something like "Oh my God," sounding, probably, terribly delighted.

And suddenly, perceptibly, the character of her hand's movement beneath your shirt changes radically. No longer is it idle and affectionate. It's deliberate and merciless, fingers crooked like weapons, on a search-and-destroy mission. At first it focuses on that one terribly terrible deathly ticklish spot that it found on your stomach--for all she knows that's you only ticklish spot--and you're laughing helplessly, squirming, struggling, arching your back, grabbing at her wrist through the shirt. But the more you move the more likely it is that her hand will necessarily scamper across other areas of your stomach and sides and find them to be equally ticklish, and each discovery creates an exponentially mounting sense of delight in your new girlfriend and increases the likelihood that she's not going to stop tickling you until you're prone and breathless and thrashing and giggling and completely devoid of dignity and adult gravitas maybe you've slid onto the floor and she's ruthlessly followed or you've toppled to the side with her crouching over you like a gleeful predator and she's tickling and tickling and tickling and tickling and you're so ticklish so she's tickling and you know even as you howl and giggle that this will not be the last time this happens.

 

[milagros317]

Yes, Wade, it can happen that way. The difference between us is that you apparently dread it, but I welcome it. I want my actual or possible future romantic partner to delight in tickle-torturing me often.

 

[bethaknee]

It seems you never run out of questions, Leo. Not that I mind answering them. 🙂

Well...with guys that didn't know I had a tickle fetish, not very long. Date #2 with an ex, I remember being on the couch with him watching a movie. He ran his hand over my leg, I jumped a bit, and he asked if I was ticklish. Pretty much all it takes is for them to run their hands down a sensitive spot and I have a lot of those.

 

[The Internet]

It seems you never run out of questions, Leo. Not that I mind answering them. 🙂

Well...with guys that didn't know I had a tickle fetish, not very long. Date #2 with an ex, I remember being on the couch with him watching a movie. He ran his hand over my leg, I jumped a bit, and he asked if I was ticklish. Pretty much all it takes is for them to run their hands down a sensitive spot and I have a lot of those.

Yeah, a guy doesn't have to be "one of us", I've seen it happen a million times, as soon as a girl admits that, they prick up their ears, grin and go in for the kill.

I never knew that some of you would actually court it, though. Amazing.

Sounds like on the couch, early on, is the most common. See? I learned something.

Ha, when I lived in Wiliamsburg (brooklyn) (before it blew up and became hilariously ridiculous), I lived next to a pretty girl, just out of college, smart, guitar, singer, sweet, mild-mannered...anyways, after a little bit of living there, I guess she got a boyfriend, or a boy she liked, I don't know, I started to see a guy come over or leave from time to time. One time, I'm sitting in my kitchen (which was right next to her place, plus the windows were open)...and i start hearing urgent laughter..."No, please, don't tickle!" and the guy saying "Oh, you're ticklish?" and just absolute hysterical laughter, I don't know what he was doing to her, but whatever it was, he was doing it right. Just one long peal of laughter, after the initial dialogue. And you could hear a TV going on in the background. About 8 o'clock at night. Beautiful. I never looked at her the same way again......before that, she was neighbor, after that.....it was always: that's a ticklish girl right there. Have had a few of those over the years, where all of a sudden you hear the girl who lives next door to you getting tickled....beautiful.

Thanks, Beth for sharing. And Gina , and Chicago, Ticklish Mrs. and Wade up there ....wish I had something I could contribute,.....but that stuff don't work on me! 😉 Ha!