april
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I can recall the begining of my tickling fetish all the way back to my teenage years. However, I have only had one major experience but it was the one that started it all.
It was my freshman year in highschool and I was into the arts. Mainly photography but I dabbled a bit in dance. I wasnt the nerdy type (I have always been comfortable with my appearence) but I wasnt in the "in" crowd either. Most freshmans werent. Before I go on to explain one of the most thrilling experiences of my life, I need to tell you a little about Jacob. Jacob was a senior. A gorgouse guy towering at six foot two, a ripped physique, sandy blonde hair and of course on the football team. He was an absolute dream guy. And of course to a freshmen girl like myself, completely unatainable. We shared one class together. Photography being an elective, different grade leveled students were allowed to interact. Photo was my fav. Mostly because we werent stuck in class all week. Three days a week a few students were allowed to roam the campus unatended to take photos. I always felt intimadated around Jacob. Because of this I basically ignored him, almost rudely I might add. I guess it was just a defence mechanism I had to protect my true feeling. As the year rolled on it became aparent that Jabob noticed my complete lack of interest in him. He had quite a large ego and was a BIG flirt and whenever he tried to flirt with me, my unresposivness bothered him. After all I might have been a freshman but I wasnt stupid. I saw the girls this guy hung out with. All were drop dead gorgouse with curves I had yet to attain. I knew there was no way in hell Id ever get to be with this guy and his "fake" flirting only made me mad. Then his taunts began. "You know you want me april. You think Im hot dont you?" In which I would usually blandly retort "sure...whatever you think." Did I say large ego? I meant egotistical jerk!
One day it way my turn to shoot photos around campus and ironically was paired up with Jacob. I was a nervouse mess inside to be spending time alone with him yet outwardly no one would ever know it. As usual I basically ignored him and begam to shoot random photos. This prompted his usual taunts. "You know you like me. Dont even try to hide it." I sighed with feined boredom and kinda shook my head. "Ok Jacob...Whatever you say." I kept clicking away on my camera. "I bet your not as uptight as you seam." he continued "You just dont want to admit that you really do like me." I didnt even bother with any kind of responce this time. Now, being in the adult world, looking back I realize that my actions were that of someone playing hard to get. The more I pulled away, the more he pushed forward. egos, I swear! Well, I just kept right on ignoring him seamingly obsorbed in my assignment when all of the sudden he tackled me to the ground! It seamed right out of left field, quite unexpected. It sure supprised the hell out of me! By the way, did I mention he was also on the wrestling team? Next thing I know he was straddling me with my ams pinned at my sides with his legs. "Admit you like me." I can distinctly remember the look he had in his eyes at that very moment. So maliciouse. I of course told him to get the hell off me. He started to poke at my ribs. I hadnt expected that at all and it really shocked me. I remembered it tickled soo much and he wasnt really doing much. I emedietly began to squirm and writhe beneath him. My upper body was comletely imobile but I was able to kick my legs. Try as I might I could not dislodge him. "Admit you like me and Ill stop." Before I could even respond his playfull poking turned into full fingered rib tickling. OMG! I begged and pleaded for him to stop. I had never experieced this kind of prolonged tickling before and I didnt know how to cope. All I knew was that I wanted it to stop! His taunts also continued. "All you have to do is admit you like me and Ill stop." I was breathless at this point and couldnt put two coherent words together unless he eased up some which he didnt. He must have moved up on his knees because before I knew it or could even do anything about it he had my arms above my head, both wrists clasped in one hand and his other assaulting my underarms. I went wild! I couldnt believe this was even happening. The only two functions I could manage at this point was to thrash and laugh. He wouldnt stop and I couldnt get him off of me. He finely did stop about five minutes later and with the first actual breath I drew I admitted I liked him to which he snobbily replied. "I knew it all along."
Ever since that day I have associated tickling with arousal. I have never had an experience to match it but I do get into some good tickle fights with my husband. Unfortunately he wont let me tie him up because he hates being tickled. Ill get my way one day.
It was my freshman year in highschool and I was into the arts. Mainly photography but I dabbled a bit in dance. I wasnt the nerdy type (I have always been comfortable with my appearence) but I wasnt in the "in" crowd either. Most freshmans werent. Before I go on to explain one of the most thrilling experiences of my life, I need to tell you a little about Jacob. Jacob was a senior. A gorgouse guy towering at six foot two, a ripped physique, sandy blonde hair and of course on the football team. He was an absolute dream guy. And of course to a freshmen girl like myself, completely unatainable. We shared one class together. Photography being an elective, different grade leveled students were allowed to interact. Photo was my fav. Mostly because we werent stuck in class all week. Three days a week a few students were allowed to roam the campus unatended to take photos. I always felt intimadated around Jacob. Because of this I basically ignored him, almost rudely I might add. I guess it was just a defence mechanism I had to protect my true feeling. As the year rolled on it became aparent that Jabob noticed my complete lack of interest in him. He had quite a large ego and was a BIG flirt and whenever he tried to flirt with me, my unresposivness bothered him. After all I might have been a freshman but I wasnt stupid. I saw the girls this guy hung out with. All were drop dead gorgouse with curves I had yet to attain. I knew there was no way in hell Id ever get to be with this guy and his "fake" flirting only made me mad. Then his taunts began. "You know you want me april. You think Im hot dont you?" In which I would usually blandly retort "sure...whatever you think." Did I say large ego? I meant egotistical jerk!
One day it way my turn to shoot photos around campus and ironically was paired up with Jacob. I was a nervouse mess inside to be spending time alone with him yet outwardly no one would ever know it. As usual I basically ignored him and begam to shoot random photos. This prompted his usual taunts. "You know you like me. Dont even try to hide it." I sighed with feined boredom and kinda shook my head. "Ok Jacob...Whatever you say." I kept clicking away on my camera. "I bet your not as uptight as you seam." he continued "You just dont want to admit that you really do like me." I didnt even bother with any kind of responce this time. Now, being in the adult world, looking back I realize that my actions were that of someone playing hard to get. The more I pulled away, the more he pushed forward. egos, I swear! Well, I just kept right on ignoring him seamingly obsorbed in my assignment when all of the sudden he tackled me to the ground! It seamed right out of left field, quite unexpected. It sure supprised the hell out of me! By the way, did I mention he was also on the wrestling team? Next thing I know he was straddling me with my ams pinned at my sides with his legs. "Admit you like me." I can distinctly remember the look he had in his eyes at that very moment. So maliciouse. I of course told him to get the hell off me. He started to poke at my ribs. I hadnt expected that at all and it really shocked me. I remembered it tickled soo much and he wasnt really doing much. I emedietly began to squirm and writhe beneath him. My upper body was comletely imobile but I was able to kick my legs. Try as I might I could not dislodge him. "Admit you like me and Ill stop." Before I could even respond his playfull poking turned into full fingered rib tickling. OMG! I begged and pleaded for him to stop. I had never experieced this kind of prolonged tickling before and I didnt know how to cope. All I knew was that I wanted it to stop! His taunts also continued. "All you have to do is admit you like me and Ill stop." I was breathless at this point and couldnt put two coherent words together unless he eased up some which he didnt. He must have moved up on his knees because before I knew it or could even do anything about it he had my arms above my head, both wrists clasped in one hand and his other assaulting my underarms. I went wild! I couldnt believe this was even happening. The only two functions I could manage at this point was to thrash and laugh. He wouldnt stop and I couldnt get him off of me. He finely did stop about five minutes later and with the first actual breath I drew I admitted I liked him to which he snobbily replied. "I knew it all along."
Ever since that day I have associated tickling with arousal. I have never had an experience to match it but I do get into some good tickle fights with my husband. Unfortunately he wont let me tie him up because he hates being tickled. Ill get my way one day.
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