I'm not sure if this question has been posed or, if it has, whether it has recently. But what is the craziest thing you've done to fulfill your tickling fantasies?
I'll kick off with a couple (since I have done so many in my life).
This one, although not tickling, is related to a fantasy. I was walking down the street one day, and, hanging in the window of a big clothing store was a 10 foot high poster of a woman with a very sexy sleeveless top, both arms over her head and head thrown back in laughter.
I HAD TO HAVE THIS!
The caption on the poster was DARE TO BE BARE.
So I walked into this shop and told them that my friend, Phillip Baer (or bare if you will) was getting married and this girl looked EXACTLY like his fiance. "Isn't that a coincidence?" I asked as a droplet of sweat appeared on my forehead.
I said that we would give it to him as a gag gift during his party by hanging it on the wall.
Well, in a couple of weeks, when the campaign for that product was over, I not only walked out with the poster, but she gave me a bunch of 11X14 sized ones as well.
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When I was about 16 or 17, I had a friend who was the same age. She was quite pretty and she would visit me. I made a point of telling her that the heat was up very high and I couldn't change it or my parents would get pissed off. Well, 9 times out of 10, she would show up with a tank top under whatever sweater she had on and I would convince her to take it off. Earlier, I had cranked up the heat. Once her outer shirt or sweater was off, she was TOAST and our get togethers would usually end with my pinning her arms over her head and tickling the hell out of her.
Of course,when she left, I adjusted the thermostat.
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Now let's hear your experiences.
Max
I'll kick off with a couple (since I have done so many in my life).
This one, although not tickling, is related to a fantasy. I was walking down the street one day, and, hanging in the window of a big clothing store was a 10 foot high poster of a woman with a very sexy sleeveless top, both arms over her head and head thrown back in laughter.
I HAD TO HAVE THIS!
The caption on the poster was DARE TO BE BARE.
So I walked into this shop and told them that my friend, Phillip Baer (or bare if you will) was getting married and this girl looked EXACTLY like his fiance. "Isn't that a coincidence?" I asked as a droplet of sweat appeared on my forehead.
I said that we would give it to him as a gag gift during his party by hanging it on the wall.
Well, in a couple of weeks, when the campaign for that product was over, I not only walked out with the poster, but she gave me a bunch of 11X14 sized ones as well.
****
When I was about 16 or 17, I had a friend who was the same age. She was quite pretty and she would visit me. I made a point of telling her that the heat was up very high and I couldn't change it or my parents would get pissed off. Well, 9 times out of 10, she would show up with a tank top under whatever sweater she had on and I would convince her to take it off. Earlier, I had cranked up the heat. Once her outer shirt or sweater was off, she was TOAST and our get togethers would usually end with my pinning her arms over her head and tickling the hell out of her.
Of course,when she left, I adjusted the thermostat.
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Now let's hear your experiences.
Max
I also have an old style portable record player. You know the ones. Three speeds, big needle, basicly made for old 45's? Just a turntable, tone arm, and nothing more. Well, I can't believe I'm saying this 
I used to tape a handfull of feathers to the turntabe, position it near the foot of my bed, and tie my ankles to the footboard, so the tips of the feathers would touch them. Using an extension cord with a switch, I'd turn the player on, and let the feathers sweep across my soles as the turntable rotated! 16 R.P.M.'s was my favorite speed, but sometimes I'd set it at 45. Yes, I'd giggle and squirm, taking all I could before I shut it off. Later, I got the idea to set the player on its side, and attatch some feathers to the spindle, so the feathers would tickle the length of my soles instred of the width. Once, in a fit of giggles, I dropped the switch, and couldn't get it back for ten minutes! I kept thinking of the healines: "Jackson teen tickles self to death!" 
