Hi out there!
I'm new to the board, so: HELLO!
Here's just a little thing that keeps my mind busy from time to time. (Please excuse the Style - unfortunately, I don't get the chance to speak/write English a lot.)
It happened quite a few years ago. I visited a boarding school in the UK (I'm from Germany).
A new girl, let's call her Lisa, joined our class during the second term. She was my age and really sweet. And she seemed to be interested in me (at least my friends told me so). Lisa was a rather quiet person, but she had this special, secret passion in her personality, quite well hidden, but never the less (or just because?) noticeable. You could tell that she was full of thoughts, fantasies, questions (about sex and life and all the rest). And so was I. But I DIDN'T REACT, even when she really started flirting with me (I'm still speechless about myself!).
I didn't know I was into tickling at this time, that means, I knew that it turned me on and that it had always produced a weird feeling, but I just didn't get it properly.
Lisa instead seemed to enjoy talking about tickling, especially when we were alone in our classroom. She kept saying things like: "As long as you don't tickle Me." and "You see, I'm ticklish on just eeevery part of my body."
And what did I do? NOTHING!
I went back to Germany for a few months and returned in June or July to the UK to join my class on a one-week trip to a holiday-camp. Lisa was flirting again and I (having had enough time to think about it 🙂) joined in. But it still was different, probably less spontaneous. And she didn't talk about tickling any more.
To get to the point: One afternoon I was walking around the camp, when I heard pearls of sweet, unrestrained, girlish laughter. Lisa? Lisa! Behind her tent, she lay in the grass on her back, straddled by her roommate, a petite Arabian (I think) girl. The girl, let's call her Layla, lay on top of Lisa and tickled her mercilessly. Unfortunately, my sight was already nearly gone at this time, so I couldn't make out where exactly she got tickled, but I think it must have been somewhere on her ribs and sides. Lisa didn't put up much fight though! She just laughed strongly, happily, now and then getting out things like "Oh nooo. I hate you." but it seemed like she rather wanted to incurrage her attacker than to stop her. Layla on the other hand quite obviously had lots of fun with her ticklish friend. She giggled herself and teased her: "Yeeees! Got enough? No? GOOOOD!" She wasn't searching for tickle spots on Lisa's body or trying out techniques. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing, constantly tickling her roommate without stopping. In fact, both girls seemed completely used to their parts, just like they were doing this pretty regularly: Layla expertly, almost lazily teased the right spot again and again and Lisa enjoyed her doze of tickling, laughing and giggling uncontrolably.
And me?... hmmm... I was pretty thrilled. I don't remember how it stopped, I think someone passed by or something like that. I also couldn't tell how long I watched them, may be one minute? May be thirty seconds?
A few days later I left the school and didn't return. I never heard anything about Lisa again, but I kept her and her sweet laughter on my mind. She and Layla had kick-started a whole series of dreams and fantasies (and questions?) inside me: Did they really do that often? How did it start? Where did it take them? How did Layla find her spots? Did she search for them? What other spots were there? And they were roommates... And I think there happened to be a third girl in their room...
And where's Lisa now? What is she doing? Is she happy (with or without tickling)?
And why on earth did I react so slowly???
Take care
I'm new to the board, so: HELLO!
Here's just a little thing that keeps my mind busy from time to time. (Please excuse the Style - unfortunately, I don't get the chance to speak/write English a lot.)
It happened quite a few years ago. I visited a boarding school in the UK (I'm from Germany).
A new girl, let's call her Lisa, joined our class during the second term. She was my age and really sweet. And she seemed to be interested in me (at least my friends told me so). Lisa was a rather quiet person, but she had this special, secret passion in her personality, quite well hidden, but never the less (or just because?) noticeable. You could tell that she was full of thoughts, fantasies, questions (about sex and life and all the rest). And so was I. But I DIDN'T REACT, even when she really started flirting with me (I'm still speechless about myself!).
I didn't know I was into tickling at this time, that means, I knew that it turned me on and that it had always produced a weird feeling, but I just didn't get it properly.
Lisa instead seemed to enjoy talking about tickling, especially when we were alone in our classroom. She kept saying things like: "As long as you don't tickle Me." and "You see, I'm ticklish on just eeevery part of my body."
And what did I do? NOTHING!
I went back to Germany for a few months and returned in June or July to the UK to join my class on a one-week trip to a holiday-camp. Lisa was flirting again and I (having had enough time to think about it 🙂) joined in. But it still was different, probably less spontaneous. And she didn't talk about tickling any more.
To get to the point: One afternoon I was walking around the camp, when I heard pearls of sweet, unrestrained, girlish laughter. Lisa? Lisa! Behind her tent, she lay in the grass on her back, straddled by her roommate, a petite Arabian (I think) girl. The girl, let's call her Layla, lay on top of Lisa and tickled her mercilessly. Unfortunately, my sight was already nearly gone at this time, so I couldn't make out where exactly she got tickled, but I think it must have been somewhere on her ribs and sides. Lisa didn't put up much fight though! She just laughed strongly, happily, now and then getting out things like "Oh nooo. I hate you." but it seemed like she rather wanted to incurrage her attacker than to stop her. Layla on the other hand quite obviously had lots of fun with her ticklish friend. She giggled herself and teased her: "Yeeees! Got enough? No? GOOOOD!" She wasn't searching for tickle spots on Lisa's body or trying out techniques. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing, constantly tickling her roommate without stopping. In fact, both girls seemed completely used to their parts, just like they were doing this pretty regularly: Layla expertly, almost lazily teased the right spot again and again and Lisa enjoyed her doze of tickling, laughing and giggling uncontrolably.
And me?... hmmm... I was pretty thrilled. I don't remember how it stopped, I think someone passed by or something like that. I also couldn't tell how long I watched them, may be one minute? May be thirty seconds?
A few days later I left the school and didn't return. I never heard anything about Lisa again, but I kept her and her sweet laughter on my mind. She and Layla had kick-started a whole series of dreams and fantasies (and questions?) inside me: Did they really do that often? How did it start? Where did it take them? How did Layla find her spots? Did she search for them? What other spots were there? And they were roommates... And I think there happened to be a third girl in their room...
And where's Lisa now? What is she doing? Is she happy (with or without tickling)?
And why on earth did I react so slowly???
Take care
