Taj
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- Mar 17, 2004
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Greetings to all...been awhile since I posted anything so I figured now would be as good a time as any for a couple of reasons...One, I'm more for the reality stories of tickling. Not that I don't enjoy some of the fantasy stories written in this section, the majority are really well written and help with visualization. The second reason being I don't consider myself much of a story teller. However none the less I figured I'd share my latest tale with you fine people. Now I apoligise to everyone for there not being actual tickling just yet, but I thought it best to maybe set up how it happened first. After all the general rule of writing is..."Leave them wanting more."
Now to kick things off, I'm usually pretty closed mouthed about the tickling scene. I know it's becoming more of an open and accepted fetish, but to me the majority of people (excluding the forum people of course) either find it odd, or deny being into it even though they secretly are. (closet ticklers/lee's) I suppose I fall somewhat into the latter catagory. However, if asked outright by someone I won't deny it. I suppose that comes with age, because I find the older one gets, the more comfortable they become with themselves. Also I find that tickling was easier being a kid as opposed to an adult. When you're a kid it's usually considered a form of play, but the older I got, the more rare the opportunities became. This recent opportunity happened just around Halloween...so on with the story.
I'll call my recent target J...female, 5 years older than me but still very attractive I think. Blonde hair, slender build and unfortunately for her recently seperated from her husband. She's been a friend of the family for as long as I can remember. We lost touch for awhile. She got married and had a family to keep her busy...I got involved with someone and work kept me going most of the time. But thanks to the age of technology and the internet we magically found eachother once again.
At first it was just talking back and forth, catching up on what's been going on and what have you. After awhile, it was suggested we get together to watch a video n share a pizza on a mutual night we were both free. We've kept in touch to the present day and still see eachother once in awhile.
The subject of tickling happened upon chance as it often does. It was brought up through a seperate but popular website which I won't mention for the sake of copywrite or anything like that. This particular site had a section called "Oh I would like to..." J had sent me the link along with a "Oh I would like to tickle you." I laughed out loud at the odds of this coming up since, since I was a kid, I was often curious to find out if J was ticklish. Being a kid of course, fear set in that I would get in trouble, or she would get mad. The typical things kids think about, and the chance to find out never came around.
Now being the type of person who hates to be rude, I sent one back with the same attachment. In our next conversation I took the opportunity to bring up the sent "Oh I would like to..." with her. Being a sensitive subject to me and not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable, I kept it light, commenting on some of the things this particular website offered, then made a remark on the latest link she sent. "I can't believe you'd tickle me!" I told her laughing a little. Her response was a cute "teehee" that she is famous for and continued, saying she sent it just for fun. So as not to dismiss the subject so quickly I kept things going. "Good thing it was for fun." I retorted with a mock threat in my voice. "After all, if it was an actual tickle you'd leave me no choice but to fight back, and I just don't lose tickle fights." The reaction I was expecting was she would laugh it off as a joke and dismiss it as quickly as I had brought it up, but she seemed amused by the track this subject was taking and after another mischevious "teehee" and she finished with the answer to my childhood question. "What makes you think I'm ticklish?"
I laughed out loud in the phone and answered, "That's what all ticklish people ask!" She laughed back in surprise and told me to get lost...which was her way of admitting that yes, she was indeed ticklish. With the first part of the question now revealed, I took it one step further. "I'm also going to take a shot in the dark here, and guess that you're ticklish..." a pause for effect. She waited in silence for me to finish. "...everywhere." I concluded with confidence. She again told me to GET LOST followed by more laughter. "It sounds like you're speaking from experience." she said in a voice where you can "hear" a smile on someone's face. This threw me off my game for a minute or two. I wasn't expecting her to figure out my fetish that quickly, but I was able to maintain some composure. "Maybe once or twice." I replied with that same smile on my face voice she had used earlier. I decided it was time to wrap up the subject but not let the idea slide so easily. "I'm sure one day we'll find out." I finished. I expected to hear more giggles from her and nothing more. I wasn't far off but did get a rather pleasant surprise response. "I'm sure we will!"
After a few more bits of information passed back and forth we said our goodbyes and hung up. As I walked to see what was on the t.v. I couldn't help but smile to myself and wonder exactly when that opportunity would be. Little did I know that chance would come along a lot sooner then I thought...
Now to kick things off, I'm usually pretty closed mouthed about the tickling scene. I know it's becoming more of an open and accepted fetish, but to me the majority of people (excluding the forum people of course) either find it odd, or deny being into it even though they secretly are. (closet ticklers/lee's) I suppose I fall somewhat into the latter catagory. However, if asked outright by someone I won't deny it. I suppose that comes with age, because I find the older one gets, the more comfortable they become with themselves. Also I find that tickling was easier being a kid as opposed to an adult. When you're a kid it's usually considered a form of play, but the older I got, the more rare the opportunities became. This recent opportunity happened just around Halloween...so on with the story.
I'll call my recent target J...female, 5 years older than me but still very attractive I think. Blonde hair, slender build and unfortunately for her recently seperated from her husband. She's been a friend of the family for as long as I can remember. We lost touch for awhile. She got married and had a family to keep her busy...I got involved with someone and work kept me going most of the time. But thanks to the age of technology and the internet we magically found eachother once again.
At first it was just talking back and forth, catching up on what's been going on and what have you. After awhile, it was suggested we get together to watch a video n share a pizza on a mutual night we were both free. We've kept in touch to the present day and still see eachother once in awhile.
The subject of tickling happened upon chance as it often does. It was brought up through a seperate but popular website which I won't mention for the sake of copywrite or anything like that. This particular site had a section called "Oh I would like to..." J had sent me the link along with a "Oh I would like to tickle you." I laughed out loud at the odds of this coming up since, since I was a kid, I was often curious to find out if J was ticklish. Being a kid of course, fear set in that I would get in trouble, or she would get mad. The typical things kids think about, and the chance to find out never came around.
Now being the type of person who hates to be rude, I sent one back with the same attachment. In our next conversation I took the opportunity to bring up the sent "Oh I would like to..." with her. Being a sensitive subject to me and not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable, I kept it light, commenting on some of the things this particular website offered, then made a remark on the latest link she sent. "I can't believe you'd tickle me!" I told her laughing a little. Her response was a cute "teehee" that she is famous for and continued, saying she sent it just for fun. So as not to dismiss the subject so quickly I kept things going. "Good thing it was for fun." I retorted with a mock threat in my voice. "After all, if it was an actual tickle you'd leave me no choice but to fight back, and I just don't lose tickle fights." The reaction I was expecting was she would laugh it off as a joke and dismiss it as quickly as I had brought it up, but she seemed amused by the track this subject was taking and after another mischevious "teehee" and she finished with the answer to my childhood question. "What makes you think I'm ticklish?"
I laughed out loud in the phone and answered, "That's what all ticklish people ask!" She laughed back in surprise and told me to get lost...which was her way of admitting that yes, she was indeed ticklish. With the first part of the question now revealed, I took it one step further. "I'm also going to take a shot in the dark here, and guess that you're ticklish..." a pause for effect. She waited in silence for me to finish. "...everywhere." I concluded with confidence. She again told me to GET LOST followed by more laughter. "It sounds like you're speaking from experience." she said in a voice where you can "hear" a smile on someone's face. This threw me off my game for a minute or two. I wasn't expecting her to figure out my fetish that quickly, but I was able to maintain some composure. "Maybe once or twice." I replied with that same smile on my face voice she had used earlier. I decided it was time to wrap up the subject but not let the idea slide so easily. "I'm sure one day we'll find out." I finished. I expected to hear more giggles from her and nothing more. I wasn't far off but did get a rather pleasant surprise response. "I'm sure we will!"
After a few more bits of information passed back and forth we said our goodbyes and hung up. As I walked to see what was on the t.v. I couldn't help but smile to myself and wonder exactly when that opportunity would be. Little did I know that chance would come along a lot sooner then I thought...
