I suppose I don't take a huge amount of interest in the sorts of tickling discussion topics that get batted around in here,.... the little impromptu "survey" questions being the worst, generally. I mean I never really just thought about what top ten femme cartoon characters I'd like to tickle,..... or what actress has the most beautiful feet, etc. They're just not real world considerations, ok?
But a couple of recent posts got my attention in a serious way,..... mainly the one about "what percentage of women are into tickling?" (I think Maniac got it about right),.... but also "evil "lers," .... "embarrassing moments," .... "humor laughter versus tickling laughter" ..... stuff like that. I realized I had a question/observation I've had in the back of my mind since approximately 1975, and here it is,..... advance apologies for my usual excessive wordiness.
I really don't know what percentage of women are "into" being tickled, and I'm really not exactly crazy about the origin of the question. This forum has a nasty habit of objectifying women. But I have noticed over the past forty years that an absolutely incredible percentage of the fairer sex are at some level attracted to being tied up or restrained. Once the understandable trust issue is settled, most women (in my life) are mesmerized by the thought of being the helplessly bound captive. (Ladies,....... comment?)
Three of these ladies stand out in my mind,.... only one of them turned up in my True Stories tales,.... but they shared a unique and sometimes unsettling quality. And I'm not even sure that I can put this the right way,.... but for them, crying was a positive thing,.... practically orgasmic in some cases.
And just to be extra confusing, they had three different "triggers."
When I was just a college lad, Sasha was my girlfriend. I'd gone all through the foot and tickling confessions and revelations,..... everything was cool,... and then one night she made her own confession. She wanted me to spank her. I was dumbfounded,... this was not my area. At first I said I didn't think I could do it,... us Virginia Gentlemen were brought up protecting women,... not hitting them. But Sasha was a good persuader,..... and she said "please."
Breathing very hard, I ran my palm over her perfect bare bottom,...... I could not imagine doing what Sasha had asked of me. "How much should I spank you?" I asked awkwardly,..... "What does this lead to?"
Sasha had her answer ready. "Spank me 'til I cry." No point in describing my bumbling behavior at that point, but thank God it didn't last long. Maybe six little whacks,.... and Sasha turned to me,... tears streaming down her cheeks,... and said, "You did it,... you made me cry." She seemed to be in a transcendent state of ecstasy, and she just threw herself onto me, weeping uncontrollably,... and making love like crazy.
It was twenty years before I again encountered this phenomenon. Zastania and I had just made love,.... her hands were still tied to the headboard of the bed,.... and I began tickling her sides. She exploded into screaming laughter. She was a good laugher, too,... But I guess I wasn't paying attention all the way,.... I got distracted by all the other things I could do to her compact little Russian body. But at some point I realized that her girlish giggling had turned into a sort of breathless sobbing. She was crying,..... I immediately caught her up in my arms,... "Babe, what's wrong? Are you ok?"
Zastania was still crying when she answered. "Don't stop." I guess she wept for about five minutes,.... then her crying turned back into agreeable laughing,... she panted and said, "Whew,... what a ride."
Third incidence wasn't spanking or tickling,.... just sex. Becky and I had a serious and longstanding relationship, too. She was not all that extra-normal when it came to sex,... she thought it was cute that I kissed her feet,... not ticklish at all,... no ropes. please. But one time as we were making love,..... and I have to admit that I felt I had acquitted myself very well,.... I was intently watching Becky's face dissolve into a body-wrenching climax,...... and suddenly she burst into tears. Oh, the climax was had, alright,.. the shuddering and rocking and convulsing,... us guys love that part on the occasions we're able to induce it. But Becky was crying furiously in the middle of all this,.... she plunged her face into my shoulder and wept,... her tears running down my chest. I held her,.... "are you alright?" .... but Becky just wanted to finish her crying,.... she kissed me and smiled,... told me not to worry about it.
I guess it's a little late to say something like "long story short," 'cause I got maybe a little carried away. But what's up with this? Is crying occasionally a cathartic release for women, even in good situations? Positive stuff going on? Can crying be a component of loving and gratifying intimacy? I've known three women for whom it was a pinnacle experience, so don't tell me I'm crazy.
But a couple of recent posts got my attention in a serious way,..... mainly the one about "what percentage of women are into tickling?" (I think Maniac got it about right),.... but also "evil "lers," .... "embarrassing moments," .... "humor laughter versus tickling laughter" ..... stuff like that. I realized I had a question/observation I've had in the back of my mind since approximately 1975, and here it is,..... advance apologies for my usual excessive wordiness.
I really don't know what percentage of women are "into" being tickled, and I'm really not exactly crazy about the origin of the question. This forum has a nasty habit of objectifying women. But I have noticed over the past forty years that an absolutely incredible percentage of the fairer sex are at some level attracted to being tied up or restrained. Once the understandable trust issue is settled, most women (in my life) are mesmerized by the thought of being the helplessly bound captive. (Ladies,....... comment?)
Three of these ladies stand out in my mind,.... only one of them turned up in my True Stories tales,.... but they shared a unique and sometimes unsettling quality. And I'm not even sure that I can put this the right way,.... but for them, crying was a positive thing,.... practically orgasmic in some cases.
And just to be extra confusing, they had three different "triggers."
When I was just a college lad, Sasha was my girlfriend. I'd gone all through the foot and tickling confessions and revelations,..... everything was cool,... and then one night she made her own confession. She wanted me to spank her. I was dumbfounded,... this was not my area. At first I said I didn't think I could do it,... us Virginia Gentlemen were brought up protecting women,... not hitting them. But Sasha was a good persuader,..... and she said "please."
Breathing very hard, I ran my palm over her perfect bare bottom,...... I could not imagine doing what Sasha had asked of me. "How much should I spank you?" I asked awkwardly,..... "What does this lead to?"
Sasha had her answer ready. "Spank me 'til I cry." No point in describing my bumbling behavior at that point, but thank God it didn't last long. Maybe six little whacks,.... and Sasha turned to me,... tears streaming down her cheeks,... and said, "You did it,... you made me cry." She seemed to be in a transcendent state of ecstasy, and she just threw herself onto me, weeping uncontrollably,... and making love like crazy.
It was twenty years before I again encountered this phenomenon. Zastania and I had just made love,.... her hands were still tied to the headboard of the bed,.... and I began tickling her sides. She exploded into screaming laughter. She was a good laugher, too,... But I guess I wasn't paying attention all the way,.... I got distracted by all the other things I could do to her compact little Russian body. But at some point I realized that her girlish giggling had turned into a sort of breathless sobbing. She was crying,..... I immediately caught her up in my arms,... "Babe, what's wrong? Are you ok?"
Zastania was still crying when she answered. "Don't stop." I guess she wept for about five minutes,.... then her crying turned back into agreeable laughing,... she panted and said, "Whew,... what a ride."
Third incidence wasn't spanking or tickling,.... just sex. Becky and I had a serious and longstanding relationship, too. She was not all that extra-normal when it came to sex,... she thought it was cute that I kissed her feet,... not ticklish at all,... no ropes. please. But one time as we were making love,..... and I have to admit that I felt I had acquitted myself very well,.... I was intently watching Becky's face dissolve into a body-wrenching climax,...... and suddenly she burst into tears. Oh, the climax was had, alright,.. the shuddering and rocking and convulsing,... us guys love that part on the occasions we're able to induce it. But Becky was crying furiously in the middle of all this,.... she plunged her face into my shoulder and wept,... her tears running down my chest. I held her,.... "are you alright?" .... but Becky just wanted to finish her crying,.... she kissed me and smiled,... told me not to worry about it.
I guess it's a little late to say something like "long story short," 'cause I got maybe a little carried away. But what's up with this? Is crying occasionally a cathartic release for women, even in good situations? Positive stuff going on? Can crying be a component of loving and gratifying intimacy? I've known three women for whom it was a pinnacle experience, so don't tell me I'm crazy.
