Yeah, I would tend to agree. I'm looking for the most thrilling ride possible, and if that gets me hanging from gravity boots while my midsection is scrubbed like a baked-on casserole then I'm going to beg and scream and plead and helplessly LAUGH my fool head off while it's happening and congratulate my ler when it's done (incidentally, sadistictickler, I know it could never ever be, but your post here made my heart go peep). As for finding those tickle spots, oh god, how do I love that life has given us Unbearably Ticklish Spots. My approach is to discover those spots, file them away, and then return to them after a long session playing alternately gentle and rough, probably at least a couple of orgasms each, finishing up with a laser-like focus on those spots in a diabolical rotation that gets the lee buckin' fit to claw his/her way out of his/her skin. Hehehehe ...