I haven't posted or even visited this site for a long time. Sometimes it'll be months before I decide to check up on this place. Not because I'm not interested, but because of a lack of activity. I had made a frustrated notion, which I posted here months ago, that as you get older, tickling becomes more of an inappropriate interaction with others your age, especially between males and females. Pretty much all of the tickling action I had gotten was when I was in a relationship. And it's true, because I have a new one now, and it ROCKS!
I feel like I'm back in the game again.
How it happened:
So when we were first kind-of-sort-of dating, dipping our toes in, just-met-and-still-getting-to-know-each-other, we texted over a span of a few weeks. At one point I decided to ask "are you ticklish?" I made off like I needed reference for some project or something (we go to art school). He thought it was very random, as anyone would think. He replied with, It's been a long time since anyone's tickled me, I am a little, but mostly in my midsection. We got into "fun random conversation"-ville. I mentioned that it's been around my whole life, and I grew up thinking that tickling is an idea of what it means to be close. Then we got into talking about spots and stuff.
Next time we met up, he came over and it was just him, me, and one of my roommates. His roommates and the rest of my roommates went out for a night on the town while I had to finish homework. Both of us were sitting next to each other in the kitchen. The minute they left, he watched me on the computer, and snuck a quick tickle to my knee cap. I reacted with a smirk and did the same to him. His eyes shift as I did the claw thing to his knee, and giggled softly. Then I squeezed around his upper-knee/lower-thigh. He jumped, "Okay! I didn't know about that one," and began to laugh. As I continued, he started to scoot away and gently push my hands off. When he scooted back next to me, he attempted to do the same to me.
He's a very gentle creature, and confessed that "I've never tickled anyone, so I don't know what I'm doing..." I guided him to the spots that worked on my thigh and demonstrated on him. But try as he might, as aggressive as I say he should be, he was still shy, but I liked that. "We'll work on it," I said.
Later on I told him about this "tickle massage" I used to do with my sister when we were kids. We would take turns softly and slowly tickling each others' backs. My roommate got interested and judged quickly. I explained that it's not really for muscles, but it's for relaxing and calming the nerves. I'm not a professional masseuse or anything, but I tried my best to cover up the fetish idea. I tried this on him, and he was very ticklish. His laugh is soft and huffy. Less vocal, but not quite wheezy either. His giggles were low in volume, but fast. He reacted this way whenever I reached his sides, and gently shooed my hands off the area.
When it got around to him tickling my back, his gentleness was a winner here. I was in heaven. And he went on for a long time. His gentle strokes made me shiver, sigh, twitch, and giggle.
I found some other great spots on him too. He has a spot on his neck, that not only KILLS, but light's up every other spot on his body! When we were in my bed, we were still very shy and very cautious. Nothing sexual happened, we were very mature about that. Our friends were still out and he and his roommates live far away. I tickled his feet, which he said no one's ever done, if not from when he was a small child. I had told him "No socks in my bed." I don't like it when people wear socks to sleep, and they absorb all the dirt and sweat from the day, so they're just gross to me. (But the one thing worse than wearing socks, is not wearing socks in your shoes. EW) Anyway, he giggled very silently, and he stayed very still. He doesn't flail around or kick. His resistance is VERY very good, but he'll still giggle away, which I love. And if he can't take it, he'll oh, so very gently take my hands, or push them away. We slept on opposite sides of the (twin) bed and basically tickled each others' feet all night long.
Over the span of the next couple weeks, we became very touchy. We met up for lunch for a picnic at the park, where we tickled each other the exact same way.
Now he knows this turns me on. Over the summer, he came to visit me with this new knowledge, and we had a little more fun with it. To be continued...
I feel like I'm back in the game again.
How it happened:
So when we were first kind-of-sort-of dating, dipping our toes in, just-met-and-still-getting-to-know-each-other, we texted over a span of a few weeks. At one point I decided to ask "are you ticklish?" I made off like I needed reference for some project or something (we go to art school). He thought it was very random, as anyone would think. He replied with, It's been a long time since anyone's tickled me, I am a little, but mostly in my midsection. We got into "fun random conversation"-ville. I mentioned that it's been around my whole life, and I grew up thinking that tickling is an idea of what it means to be close. Then we got into talking about spots and stuff.
Next time we met up, he came over and it was just him, me, and one of my roommates. His roommates and the rest of my roommates went out for a night on the town while I had to finish homework. Both of us were sitting next to each other in the kitchen. The minute they left, he watched me on the computer, and snuck a quick tickle to my knee cap. I reacted with a smirk and did the same to him. His eyes shift as I did the claw thing to his knee, and giggled softly. Then I squeezed around his upper-knee/lower-thigh. He jumped, "Okay! I didn't know about that one," and began to laugh. As I continued, he started to scoot away and gently push my hands off. When he scooted back next to me, he attempted to do the same to me.
He's a very gentle creature, and confessed that "I've never tickled anyone, so I don't know what I'm doing..." I guided him to the spots that worked on my thigh and demonstrated on him. But try as he might, as aggressive as I say he should be, he was still shy, but I liked that. "We'll work on it," I said.
Later on I told him about this "tickle massage" I used to do with my sister when we were kids. We would take turns softly and slowly tickling each others' backs. My roommate got interested and judged quickly. I explained that it's not really for muscles, but it's for relaxing and calming the nerves. I'm not a professional masseuse or anything, but I tried my best to cover up the fetish idea. I tried this on him, and he was very ticklish. His laugh is soft and huffy. Less vocal, but not quite wheezy either. His giggles were low in volume, but fast. He reacted this way whenever I reached his sides, and gently shooed my hands off the area.
When it got around to him tickling my back, his gentleness was a winner here. I was in heaven. And he went on for a long time. His gentle strokes made me shiver, sigh, twitch, and giggle.
I found some other great spots on him too. He has a spot on his neck, that not only KILLS, but light's up every other spot on his body! When we were in my bed, we were still very shy and very cautious. Nothing sexual happened, we were very mature about that. Our friends were still out and he and his roommates live far away. I tickled his feet, which he said no one's ever done, if not from when he was a small child. I had told him "No socks in my bed." I don't like it when people wear socks to sleep, and they absorb all the dirt and sweat from the day, so they're just gross to me. (But the one thing worse than wearing socks, is not wearing socks in your shoes. EW) Anyway, he giggled very silently, and he stayed very still. He doesn't flail around or kick. His resistance is VERY very good, but he'll still giggle away, which I love. And if he can't take it, he'll oh, so very gently take my hands, or push them away. We slept on opposite sides of the (twin) bed and basically tickled each others' feet all night long.
Over the span of the next couple weeks, we became very touchy. We met up for lunch for a picnic at the park, where we tickled each other the exact same way.
Now he knows this turns me on. Over the summer, he came to visit me with this new knowledge, and we had a little more fun with it. To be continued...
