Tickling_rocker
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Back about 7 or 8 years ago, I was in a metal band called Nightmare Saints. We were playing a local metal fest and waiting for our spot to come. The guy who got us the gig was walking around the band area with this really beautiful, blonde girl.
I remember her vividly and still think of her sometimes. She had dark eyeliner, black lipstick, gauged ears, a septum piercing, tattoos, and she wore a black tank top, a black plaid schoolgirl skirt, fishnets, and sandals that looked like something a Greek goddess would wear. And her nails were black (as I've stated in an earlier post is my favorite color).
Anyway, he was getting all the bands he had booked to wish her a happy birthday. So we were the first to oblige. She asked if we could sign her body just to say she has been signed by a band before. It's a metal thing I guess.
So I took the marker from her and signed her stomach just above her navel. She giggled and I just gave her the weird look to see if she would say it even tho I knew what went down and to my luck, she did. She said she was very ticklish.
I was stoked on this that I later asked her for a number after I got rid of a certain problemo. Haha.
Later that night after we got back and unloaded, I gave her a call. She said she was still in town and wanted to know if I wanted to grab a bite to eat. I said sure, the boys and I will meet her in a bit.
Lucky me, she just wanted to meet up with me. Should've figured. I was the guitarist and singer. Oh well.
I met her at Denny's and we sat around and talked metal, horror movies, and Halloween. Easily my 3 favorite topics in the world.
After we ate, we stepped outside for a cigarette and we're hanging out by my car. She asked me why I wasn't making any sexual hints towards her and I told her simply that I was not about groupie love or anything of that nature and the fact that I don't even think of sex like most guys do.
She thought that was cool, she'd never heard of that before. And I don't know why, but I went for it and told her I bet I knew something else she had never heard of and proceeded to tell her of my tickle fetish.
After I was done, she went blank and kinda confused. I remember thinking to myself, "I'm a gd idiot!"
After a long awkward pause, she asked me and I quote "So you don't think about sex but you think about tickling? Are you thinking about tickling me?"
I began to sweat at that point! Busted! Couldn't hide it anymore and told her I did but out of respect I don't ask for that thinking that it's just bad taste to ask someone you just met if you can tickle them.
She told me again how ticklish she was and even made it worse by saying where. Damnit, man! She sat on the hood of my car and told me to go for it. I literally could believe it! This really beautiful woman with my kind of style was about to let me tickle her.
So I did starting with her sides and stomach. She giggled the sweetest giggle I've ever heard. Even to this day.
Slowly making my way to the prime target, her gorgeous feet!
When I got ready to remove her sandals, she stopped me and said not there. It was her worst spot! So I assured her I'd be easy on her.
She agreed to let me do this for a second, so I removed only one sandal and lightly stroked the sole up and down. She was in a fit of laughter. After about 30 seconds, I couldn't hide other issues and she noticed it.
That's the end of the tickling story, probably the first real one I ever actually admitted to anyone of my fetish. Everything after that is for me
I remember her vividly and still think of her sometimes. She had dark eyeliner, black lipstick, gauged ears, a septum piercing, tattoos, and she wore a black tank top, a black plaid schoolgirl skirt, fishnets, and sandals that looked like something a Greek goddess would wear. And her nails were black (as I've stated in an earlier post is my favorite color).
Anyway, he was getting all the bands he had booked to wish her a happy birthday. So we were the first to oblige. She asked if we could sign her body just to say she has been signed by a band before. It's a metal thing I guess.
So I took the marker from her and signed her stomach just above her navel. She giggled and I just gave her the weird look to see if she would say it even tho I knew what went down and to my luck, she did. She said she was very ticklish.
I was stoked on this that I later asked her for a number after I got rid of a certain problemo. Haha.
Later that night after we got back and unloaded, I gave her a call. She said she was still in town and wanted to know if I wanted to grab a bite to eat. I said sure, the boys and I will meet her in a bit.
Lucky me, she just wanted to meet up with me. Should've figured. I was the guitarist and singer. Oh well.
I met her at Denny's and we sat around and talked metal, horror movies, and Halloween. Easily my 3 favorite topics in the world.
After we ate, we stepped outside for a cigarette and we're hanging out by my car. She asked me why I wasn't making any sexual hints towards her and I told her simply that I was not about groupie love or anything of that nature and the fact that I don't even think of sex like most guys do.
She thought that was cool, she'd never heard of that before. And I don't know why, but I went for it and told her I bet I knew something else she had never heard of and proceeded to tell her of my tickle fetish.
After I was done, she went blank and kinda confused. I remember thinking to myself, "I'm a gd idiot!"
After a long awkward pause, she asked me and I quote "So you don't think about sex but you think about tickling? Are you thinking about tickling me?"
I began to sweat at that point! Busted! Couldn't hide it anymore and told her I did but out of respect I don't ask for that thinking that it's just bad taste to ask someone you just met if you can tickle them.
She told me again how ticklish she was and even made it worse by saying where. Damnit, man! She sat on the hood of my car and told me to go for it. I literally could believe it! This really beautiful woman with my kind of style was about to let me tickle her.
So I did starting with her sides and stomach. She giggled the sweetest giggle I've ever heard. Even to this day.
Slowly making my way to the prime target, her gorgeous feet!
When I got ready to remove her sandals, she stopped me and said not there. It was her worst spot! So I assured her I'd be easy on her.
She agreed to let me do this for a second, so I removed only one sandal and lightly stroked the sole up and down. She was in a fit of laughter. After about 30 seconds, I couldn't hide other issues and she noticed it.
That's the end of the tickling story, probably the first real one I ever actually admitted to anyone of my fetish. Everything after that is for me
Thanks for sharing it here. 
