so_last_summer
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I'm a long time lurker on here, with a few posts (few and far between), and this community has given me a such a sense of belonging in a world where I was absolutely terrified of anyone finding out about my fetish. I've contemplated telling past boyfriends that I'm into tickling, but as soon as the words were about to pass my lips, I would panic and start talking about something else.
Maybe I've grown up some, or gained confidence in some way, but last night I finally admitted it for the first time ever.
Get ready for a long-winded and maybe kind of boring story!
The story really starts two nights ago. I had been browsing the forums while my boyfriend was at work (door was locked, god forbid he walk in and catch me on the tmf!) and had a sudden epiphany; what's the worst that could happen if I finally tell him this? Now, I've been dating the b/f for just about a month now, but we've been friends and then best friends for almost exactly a year. He knows nearly every secret I hold, except for this one. Never once has he judged me for anything. So, in anticipation, I wait for him to arrive home.
He gets home, and I do this little seductress thing I had planned (this is somewhat irrelevant, included only for the sake of continuity), and afterwards I look at him and say that there's something I want to tell him. He inquires what. And then... I freeze. I can't even look him in the face. I say I need a drink. Fast forward 6 beers later and constant avoidance of the question and I'm fast asleep in my bed. Epic fail. (PS though I sound like an alcoholic here, really I was hoping for either a) my tongue loosening up or b) passing out and not having to talk about it, haha).
A day passes, I go to school and work as usual, and I pick him up from his house and we drive to my apartment. He brings up this "mysterious fact" about myself I have not yet told him, and I turn my head the other way. And THEN he says he thinks he knows what it is. I blanch. He says he was looking for something on my computer and found something in my bookmarks. My mind starts racing, what on earth could I have bookmarked that would tip him off? How could I be so careless? Keep in mind, every time I visit a tickling related site, I clear my internet history, cookies, everything. I become silent for the rest of the drive, and eventually when we reach home I turn to him and cringingly ask him what he thinks he knows. He says something about eroguro, and I look blankly at him, and start laughing. I actually did a report on that for my Japanese lit class a few semesters ago. Relieved, we go inside and snuggle up in bed, and I prepare to tell him. Its now or never.
And of course, I freeze up again. He lists off every fetish he can think of (some of which I admitted to, but were more mainstream anyway). Exhausting his knowledge, he looks at me and says,
"Either you tell me in one minute, or I'm going to tickle you and not stop until you tell me".
I feel my face flush and I hide in the blanket and he starts counting down from 60. At 50 I start hyperventilating. At 40 I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. 30... "better speak up manda"...20... "you're really gonna get it" ... at 10 I finally throw the blankets off of me and exclaim, "That's exactly it!" He looks at me confused, and then comprehension comes over his face. "Tickling?" he asks. I timidly nod my head and seek refuge under the blankets again. "NO no, come over here," he says, and pulls me close. "Seriously dude, that's awesome."
I'm in utter disbelief at how accepting he is. We talk a bit more, about how I came to realize my love for being tickled, and how long I've wanted to tell someone. Then cue the best tickling/sex I've had in my life, what I've dreamt of since I was 16. There's so much more to come, and I'm glowingly looking toward that future.
To summarize this long-winded story: someone who truly cares about you isn't going to think you're a freak for having this particular fetish. I know its been said before, but I've only became a believer after living it. And also, I would like to thank the entire TMF community. Without you guys, I would have never felt so accepted in this fetish, or gained the courage to tell anyone.
If you've reached the end, thank you for reading what I had to say 🙂. To keep this thread going, what are your "success stories" in telling others about your love of tickling?
Maybe I've grown up some, or gained confidence in some way, but last night I finally admitted it for the first time ever.
Get ready for a long-winded and maybe kind of boring story!
The story really starts two nights ago. I had been browsing the forums while my boyfriend was at work (door was locked, god forbid he walk in and catch me on the tmf!) and had a sudden epiphany; what's the worst that could happen if I finally tell him this? Now, I've been dating the b/f for just about a month now, but we've been friends and then best friends for almost exactly a year. He knows nearly every secret I hold, except for this one. Never once has he judged me for anything. So, in anticipation, I wait for him to arrive home.
He gets home, and I do this little seductress thing I had planned (this is somewhat irrelevant, included only for the sake of continuity), and afterwards I look at him and say that there's something I want to tell him. He inquires what. And then... I freeze. I can't even look him in the face. I say I need a drink. Fast forward 6 beers later and constant avoidance of the question and I'm fast asleep in my bed. Epic fail. (PS though I sound like an alcoholic here, really I was hoping for either a) my tongue loosening up or b) passing out and not having to talk about it, haha).
A day passes, I go to school and work as usual, and I pick him up from his house and we drive to my apartment. He brings up this "mysterious fact" about myself I have not yet told him, and I turn my head the other way. And THEN he says he thinks he knows what it is. I blanch. He says he was looking for something on my computer and found something in my bookmarks. My mind starts racing, what on earth could I have bookmarked that would tip him off? How could I be so careless? Keep in mind, every time I visit a tickling related site, I clear my internet history, cookies, everything. I become silent for the rest of the drive, and eventually when we reach home I turn to him and cringingly ask him what he thinks he knows. He says something about eroguro, and I look blankly at him, and start laughing. I actually did a report on that for my Japanese lit class a few semesters ago. Relieved, we go inside and snuggle up in bed, and I prepare to tell him. Its now or never.
And of course, I freeze up again. He lists off every fetish he can think of (some of which I admitted to, but were more mainstream anyway). Exhausting his knowledge, he looks at me and says,
"Either you tell me in one minute, or I'm going to tickle you and not stop until you tell me".
I feel my face flush and I hide in the blanket and he starts counting down from 60. At 50 I start hyperventilating. At 40 I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. 30... "better speak up manda"...20... "you're really gonna get it" ... at 10 I finally throw the blankets off of me and exclaim, "That's exactly it!" He looks at me confused, and then comprehension comes over his face. "Tickling?" he asks. I timidly nod my head and seek refuge under the blankets again. "NO no, come over here," he says, and pulls me close. "Seriously dude, that's awesome."
I'm in utter disbelief at how accepting he is. We talk a bit more, about how I came to realize my love for being tickled, and how long I've wanted to tell someone. Then cue the best tickling/sex I've had in my life, what I've dreamt of since I was 16. There's so much more to come, and I'm glowingly looking toward that future.
To summarize this long-winded story: someone who truly cares about you isn't going to think you're a freak for having this particular fetish. I know its been said before, but I've only became a believer after living it. And also, I would like to thank the entire TMF community. Without you guys, I would have never felt so accepted in this fetish, or gained the courage to tell anyone.
If you've reached the end, thank you for reading what I had to say 🙂. To keep this thread going, what are your "success stories" in telling others about your love of tickling?
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