TigerChick22
TMF Poster
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- Oct 5, 2012
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First, I'll point out that I struggled with the decision to post this. I usually have trouble telling my own story and talking about myself in general. I don't even know if this is the correct place to post it. Sorry if it's not! I just really want to vent my experiences with like minded people-- it's hard to keep it pent up!
Along with venting this story for my own personal relief, I hope that it also encourages people to find a person they can trust and come out with their fetish! It was the best decision I could have made.
I have always had a "thing" for tickling... It was always fun to tickle with friends, and through my teen years I loved being tickled by boyfriends and such, It wasn't until college that I realized it was more than just a desire to be tickled. It was a need. It was turning me on. I felt so strange and misfitted.
I couldn't tell my boyfriend at the time. I just had a gut feeling that it would spiral into a disaster-- partly because, looking back, he was a closed minded douche bag that had already manipulated me into believing that he was too good for me, and partly because I refused to believe it myself. I was already not an outwardly sexual person, and I couldn't handle that I had a "kink". I just accepted that this was a part of me that I had to supress and I could discreetly get my fix on TMF if I absuolutely had to. I would never fulfill this fetish. Five years went by with this man and this secret. About a year and a half ago, we broke up. Apparently he had started a relationship with another woman while I was still living in our college town over the summer, but that's another story. I saw this as a fresh start. Maybe I could express my fetish. I don't have to keep this a secret.
As I started dating, I would let on that I thought it was fun to be tickled, but nothing more. It led to a few playful tickle fights. Enough to keep me going and definitely more fun than I had with my ex. But there was still something missing. I still had a secret. Well, a little over a year ago, I met my current boyfriend. The first night we met, we stayed up talking until the sun came up. One of the many questions he exchanged was "Are you ticklish?" I shot him a glare, and it has only gotten better from that moment. He basically tickled me every time he saw me. It was a blast. I was having fun. I even had a hunch that he was like me (he's not), but I still had that secret. He had no idea what it was doing to me.
A couple of months ago, I decided to come clean. I told him I had to tell him something. All I could tell him is that I had a fetish. I couldn't say anymore. I was scared-- I hadn't admitted it to anyone. I told him he had to guess, and as he was guessing and asking yes or no questions, I had my face buried in a pillow nodding yes and shaking no, until it came down to "Is it something I've done?" "Is it something I do often?" "Is it something I've done today?" "Tickling?" "Babe, really? That's amazing. Why were you afraid to tell me?" I told him that I was nervous that he would think I was weird, and wouldn't do it as much. As the words were leaving my mouth, I realized how silly it sounded. This man is not my ex. He is a loving, accepting, fun, playful guy who would do anything to see me happy. He responded with "Are you kidding me?? This is only going to make me tickle you more!" I shuddered gleefully. He wasn't lying. Since that moment, he's done "research", watched videos, and even bought me a restraint system for Christmas! He has pushed me to limits I didn't know I had, and he has made my fetish feel like a completely normal part of our life. I couldn't have asked for a better result in confessing my secret. I have an amazing man that has tickles me senseless with a smile on his face, which is something I never could have imagined 2+ years ago. Along with venting this story for my own personal relief, I hope that it also encourages people to find a person they can trust and come out with their fetish! It was the best decision I could have made.




