OmahaTickler
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OK, now that I have your attention...
This Popeye blasphemy is shorthand for: let's not go so far back in your developmental years: Sure, many of us saw the tickling in Popeye and other cartoons and had other childhood experiences that may have sparked the fetish, but the early-childhood thing has been done to death, so my query is: What was the defining moment in your life when you understood that tickling would be a passion in your life permanently?
When Neo took the red pill, he understood everything was about to change.
What is YOUR red-pill moment?
I've done mine before, but I'll recap briefly for newbies: I was 15, it was late night one Saturday. It was a time before informercials, and there was a show on about those weird Japanese game shows with goofy stunts. One challenge involved hog feed poured on a bikini-clad Japanese woman, then pigs were released on her. They lick-tickled her silly. Soon after, I went to bed, with this rattling in my brain, and I proceeded to make sweet love to my mattress.
Luckily, the animal part didn't stick to my psyche, but the spread-eagle bikini-clad tickling part did, especially the look of pleasure on her face as her body absorbed the sensations. For that brief moment, I wanted to be a pig, and I suspect that if my mattress could talk, it would've called me one after that watershed night. It also may explain my later fondness for lick-tickling ticklees.
Your turn, brothers and sisters...

This Popeye blasphemy is shorthand for: let's not go so far back in your developmental years: Sure, many of us saw the tickling in Popeye and other cartoons and had other childhood experiences that may have sparked the fetish, but the early-childhood thing has been done to death, so my query is: What was the defining moment in your life when you understood that tickling would be a passion in your life permanently?
When Neo took the red pill, he understood everything was about to change.
What is YOUR red-pill moment?
I've done mine before, but I'll recap briefly for newbies: I was 15, it was late night one Saturday. It was a time before informercials, and there was a show on about those weird Japanese game shows with goofy stunts. One challenge involved hog feed poured on a bikini-clad Japanese woman, then pigs were released on her. They lick-tickled her silly. Soon after, I went to bed, with this rattling in my brain, and I proceeded to make sweet love to my mattress.
Luckily, the animal part didn't stick to my psyche, but the spread-eagle bikini-clad tickling part did, especially the look of pleasure on her face as her body absorbed the sensations. For that brief moment, I wanted to be a pig, and I suspect that if my mattress could talk, it would've called me one after that watershed night. It also may explain my later fondness for lick-tickling ticklees.
Your turn, brothers and sisters...





