Green_Machine
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Before I begin, heads up, it's a long story.
This is a very niche fetish that we have. Finding a romantic partner can be a struggle in itself. But finding someone that tolerates and is willing to indulge in the fetish is even harder.
I'm a little old-fashioned. I'm a virgin and have never had a girlfriend. I want my partner to be my first everything and someone that I grow with.
Not looking down on anyone, just my preferance.
I'm successful in my career thus far, but craved intamacy badly.
I had my own range of hobbies as well, such as MMA and volunteering at a children's hospital in my off time. There weren't any friends that knew of anybody available, either.
After no success with online dating or in real life, I began to feel hopeless and depressed inside. I was judged harshly by my family for my beliefs and thought of as stuck up, a snob, and even a prude.
I'm a confident guy with a good personality and considred attractive. Still, I could never find the right person, no matter how hard I tried.
Was never really into the whole hookup culture.
Although we are in the 21st century full of progressive and liberal movements, many gender roles have still remained the same.
In the eyes of society, it's my fault for not being, "man enough", or not having enough "game".
I'm currently on vacation and staying with my parents. Prior to that, I shared an apartment with a couple of roomates.
Good guys. Ocassionaly, one of them would invite his gf over. They were compatible, had the same interests and were in a loving, committed relationship.
He was a great guy and I'm happy for them both.
Through the walls, I could ocassionaly hear what appeared to be crazy, girlish laughter. Could it really be what I thought?
I was envious. I would cover my ears to block out the sound, but it didn't block out the pain that I felt inside.
At the beginning of this year, I felt as though I was going to explode inside. Watching videos only provided temporary relief and made me want the models in them badly.
I decided to set up for a paid session. I would never go as far as doing, "the deed", but experiencing tickling with someone that understood the fetish would scratch the itch that I felt.
I felt that it would fill the void in my heart for not having a gf.
I was wrong.
After some browsing, I picked some models that were around my age and seemed to have genuine personalities.
They had high rates due to their situation but I was happy they agreed. Desparation took over.
As time went by, the session dates continued to get pushed back due technical difficulties, and scheduling conflicts.
At times I questioned if this is what I truly wanted or not. I struggled a few times and had bad days at work. But the session to look forward to, gave me hope.
We eventually found ourselves approaching December, and I was running out of time. I'll be relocating overseas next month and would no longer be able to do it.
I let them know, but it simply didn't agree with their schedule, so it dropped to just one model and I rescheduled for her in January.
A few days ago, my parents sat me down to talk about my finances and asked me where all of my money went. Unable to tell them the truth, I deflected by making something up.
I'm an adult, but hate sneaking around or lying to others.
They began to grill me with questions:
"Is someone taking advantage of you?"
"Are you on drugs?"
"Are you gambling"
"Are you hiring prostitutes?"
I stated that I didn't want to talk about it and held my head down. An entire year of waiting, and for what? Now I had nothing.
My father became furious with me for not confessing, stating that I was ungrateful, and hadn't shown any results by not saving any money.
After telling my made-up story, I was chastised. I understand that my parents cared about me and my well-being, but was still distraught.
My mother advised me to count my losses and call it off, stating that, "these women are out here to trick you. It's a scam, and can get you in trouble." But what did they know?
Through all of, it, I laughed to myself inside. I may have told them one thing as a coverup, but they'd never know the truth.
I'm an adult and responsible for my actions, but respect my parents. Their house. Their rules.
I'm in the process of having my funds returned. I'm not bitter about it, but a little crushed inside. They've calmed down now, but their perspective of me has changed. In their eyes, I'm seen as a fool and a hypocrite.
I made a mistake and I learned from it, but will never ask of someone, something that I could not hold myself to.
Like sex, I consider tickling to be an intimate activity. It's possible to experience it with someone and still be somewhat conservative.
It can even be seen in some videos: Some models will explore the fetish and may even do some foot/belly worship, but won't do any kind of nudity or orgasms.
I felt as though I were going to explode inside. My desire for an intimate relationship and tickling (and foot fetish for what it's worth) swelled up inside of me.
Bottom line:
Father thinks that I've been banging prostitutes
Mother thinks that I tried to set up for sex with someone.
In reality:
Is the tickling fetish really that big of a deal? No. It's actually quite tame, espescially compared to the other things out there.
Would I ever reveal the truth to them? Absolutely not.
Based on what I've read, there are several ways people can react to the fetish
- Understanding and chilled about it.
- Disgusted, judgemental and condenscending about it.
Indifferent for the most part. Might tease you a bit, but that's all.
Weirded out. After seeing your browser history or finding something, they'll raise an eyebrow. After that, they'll never bring it up again and remain silent if it's ever hinted at.
I come here to vent, because this is the only place that truly understands the fetish and what we go through.
There was nobody else in life that I could explain the full situation to.
I always live by the principle of manifesting your own destiny and giving life your 110% every day. If all fails after that, then you can call it quits. But still, there are days where even I feel weary from battling so much.
Once again, I'm not looking down on and judging others. These are simply my preferences.
Thank you for anyone that takes the time to read this and respond to this post
This is a very niche fetish that we have. Finding a romantic partner can be a struggle in itself. But finding someone that tolerates and is willing to indulge in the fetish is even harder.
I'm a little old-fashioned. I'm a virgin and have never had a girlfriend. I want my partner to be my first everything and someone that I grow with.
Not looking down on anyone, just my preferance.
I'm successful in my career thus far, but craved intamacy badly.
I had my own range of hobbies as well, such as MMA and volunteering at a children's hospital in my off time. There weren't any friends that knew of anybody available, either.
After no success with online dating or in real life, I began to feel hopeless and depressed inside. I was judged harshly by my family for my beliefs and thought of as stuck up, a snob, and even a prude.
I'm a confident guy with a good personality and considred attractive. Still, I could never find the right person, no matter how hard I tried.
Was never really into the whole hookup culture.
Although we are in the 21st century full of progressive and liberal movements, many gender roles have still remained the same.
In the eyes of society, it's my fault for not being, "man enough", or not having enough "game".
I'm currently on vacation and staying with my parents. Prior to that, I shared an apartment with a couple of roomates.
Good guys. Ocassionaly, one of them would invite his gf over. They were compatible, had the same interests and were in a loving, committed relationship.
He was a great guy and I'm happy for them both.
Through the walls, I could ocassionaly hear what appeared to be crazy, girlish laughter. Could it really be what I thought?
I was envious. I would cover my ears to block out the sound, but it didn't block out the pain that I felt inside.
At the beginning of this year, I felt as though I was going to explode inside. Watching videos only provided temporary relief and made me want the models in them badly.
I decided to set up for a paid session. I would never go as far as doing, "the deed", but experiencing tickling with someone that understood the fetish would scratch the itch that I felt.
I felt that it would fill the void in my heart for not having a gf.
I was wrong.
After some browsing, I picked some models that were around my age and seemed to have genuine personalities.
They had high rates due to their situation but I was happy they agreed. Desparation took over.
As time went by, the session dates continued to get pushed back due technical difficulties, and scheduling conflicts.
At times I questioned if this is what I truly wanted or not. I struggled a few times and had bad days at work. But the session to look forward to, gave me hope.
We eventually found ourselves approaching December, and I was running out of time. I'll be relocating overseas next month and would no longer be able to do it.
I let them know, but it simply didn't agree with their schedule, so it dropped to just one model and I rescheduled for her in January.
A few days ago, my parents sat me down to talk about my finances and asked me where all of my money went. Unable to tell them the truth, I deflected by making something up.
I'm an adult, but hate sneaking around or lying to others.
They began to grill me with questions:
"Is someone taking advantage of you?"
"Are you on drugs?"
"Are you gambling"
"Are you hiring prostitutes?"
I stated that I didn't want to talk about it and held my head down. An entire year of waiting, and for what? Now I had nothing.
My father became furious with me for not confessing, stating that I was ungrateful, and hadn't shown any results by not saving any money.
After telling my made-up story, I was chastised. I understand that my parents cared about me and my well-being, but was still distraught.
My mother advised me to count my losses and call it off, stating that, "these women are out here to trick you. It's a scam, and can get you in trouble." But what did they know?
Through all of, it, I laughed to myself inside. I may have told them one thing as a coverup, but they'd never know the truth.
I'm an adult and responsible for my actions, but respect my parents. Their house. Their rules.
I'm in the process of having my funds returned. I'm not bitter about it, but a little crushed inside. They've calmed down now, but their perspective of me has changed. In their eyes, I'm seen as a fool and a hypocrite.
I made a mistake and I learned from it, but will never ask of someone, something that I could not hold myself to.
Like sex, I consider tickling to be an intimate activity. It's possible to experience it with someone and still be somewhat conservative.
It can even be seen in some videos: Some models will explore the fetish and may even do some foot/belly worship, but won't do any kind of nudity or orgasms.
I felt as though I were going to explode inside. My desire for an intimate relationship and tickling (and foot fetish for what it's worth) swelled up inside of me.
Bottom line:
Father thinks that I've been banging prostitutes
Mother thinks that I tried to set up for sex with someone.
In reality:
Is the tickling fetish really that big of a deal? No. It's actually quite tame, espescially compared to the other things out there.
Would I ever reveal the truth to them? Absolutely not.
Based on what I've read, there are several ways people can react to the fetish
- Understanding and chilled about it.
- Disgusted, judgemental and condenscending about it.
Indifferent for the most part. Might tease you a bit, but that's all.
Weirded out. After seeing your browser history or finding something, they'll raise an eyebrow. After that, they'll never bring it up again and remain silent if it's ever hinted at.
I come here to vent, because this is the only place that truly understands the fetish and what we go through.
There was nobody else in life that I could explain the full situation to.
I always live by the principle of manifesting your own destiny and giving life your 110% every day. If all fails after that, then you can call it quits. But still, there are days where even I feel weary from battling so much.
Once again, I'm not looking down on and judging others. These are simply my preferences.
Thank you for anyone that takes the time to read this and respond to this post