tk_me_2000
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hi all -- i'm a long time lurker and i'm posting this not to brag, but in the desire to offer hope. one of the obvious issues here is that it's often very difficult to get your wife or girlfriend into serious tickling if they're not a ticklephile like we are.
well, my wife and i are in our mid-forties, married 21 years and i'm STILL trying to learn to nurture her sporadic involvement in tickling. but it pays to be patient and keep trying!
one mistake i kept making was that i often made reference to my desire for tickling by giving hints about it in public. she just found it annoying and felt pressured by it.
i'm a moron, but i finally caught on and i completely stopped doing that. she already knows what i want and need.
friday night, we were sitting at home, the kids were both at separate events and we had the house to ourselves for 3 or 4 hours.
i offered to give her a foot rub and made it clear that i wasn't looking for a chance to tickle her, i just wanted to make her feel good with just a simple foot rub.
we had the following conversation:
her: no thanks...but how about if i give YOU a foot rub.
me: i don't really want one.
her: i'll do more. i'll tickle you.
me: (gulp)...um... ...uh... ...you know, of course, that i'm only interested in that in a very particular way in the bedr--
her: what do you think i'm talking about. get your ass upstairs.
me: yes ma'am
she completely surprised me and actually initiated it!
she'd had a couple of glasses of wine and was feeling frisky. our bed is a "california-king" sleigh-style bed with wooden slats at the headboard and also at the foot of the bed, perfect for tying someone down. she tied me down and my feet were completely imobile, but the tie leading to my wrists, over my head, had just enough play so that i would have the very temporary sensation that i could move my hands down somewhat to protect myself, but of course i actually couldn't. (yes, she has a bit of an evil streak in her. again, it's been a looooong time trying to nurture this🙂
with me, tickling is very much a love/HATE thing. yes, of course, i was enjoying what she was doing, but it really is torturous! i'm feather ticklish to begin with and i'd been taking particular measures to make sure my feet stayed sensitive, but it had been so long since she'd tied and tickled me, i had no idea what i was in for.
well, it was way worse than i thought it was going to be.
she tickled me with an assortment of stiff feathers for god knows how long and i was in a complete panic from the start. i was gasping and pleading and suddenly bursting into uncontrollable laughter. i was begging her.
she just laughed at me. and kept going.
again, this is something that i love/HATE. and it's taken many years to get to this point🙂
she always starts with feathers, then artist brushes and then her fingernails.
i was so out of control ticklish that she never even got to the point that she used her fingernails, because she saw that the brushes were working really well and she tickled the living shit out of me and wouldn't stop. my gasping and pleading became worse.
if anyone wants to hear how it ended, i'll be glad to tell but i want to make it clear that i'm not trying to brag about my good fortune. i honestly beleive that there is ALWAYS HOPE!!!
well, my wife and i are in our mid-forties, married 21 years and i'm STILL trying to learn to nurture her sporadic involvement in tickling. but it pays to be patient and keep trying!
one mistake i kept making was that i often made reference to my desire for tickling by giving hints about it in public. she just found it annoying and felt pressured by it.
i'm a moron, but i finally caught on and i completely stopped doing that. she already knows what i want and need.
friday night, we were sitting at home, the kids were both at separate events and we had the house to ourselves for 3 or 4 hours.
i offered to give her a foot rub and made it clear that i wasn't looking for a chance to tickle her, i just wanted to make her feel good with just a simple foot rub.
we had the following conversation:
her: no thanks...but how about if i give YOU a foot rub.
me: i don't really want one.
her: i'll do more. i'll tickle you.
me: (gulp)...um... ...uh... ...you know, of course, that i'm only interested in that in a very particular way in the bedr--
her: what do you think i'm talking about. get your ass upstairs.
me: yes ma'am
she completely surprised me and actually initiated it!
she'd had a couple of glasses of wine and was feeling frisky. our bed is a "california-king" sleigh-style bed with wooden slats at the headboard and also at the foot of the bed, perfect for tying someone down. she tied me down and my feet were completely imobile, but the tie leading to my wrists, over my head, had just enough play so that i would have the very temporary sensation that i could move my hands down somewhat to protect myself, but of course i actually couldn't. (yes, she has a bit of an evil streak in her. again, it's been a looooong time trying to nurture this🙂
with me, tickling is very much a love/HATE thing. yes, of course, i was enjoying what she was doing, but it really is torturous! i'm feather ticklish to begin with and i'd been taking particular measures to make sure my feet stayed sensitive, but it had been so long since she'd tied and tickled me, i had no idea what i was in for.
well, it was way worse than i thought it was going to be.
she tickled me with an assortment of stiff feathers for god knows how long and i was in a complete panic from the start. i was gasping and pleading and suddenly bursting into uncontrollable laughter. i was begging her.
she just laughed at me. and kept going.
again, this is something that i love/HATE. and it's taken many years to get to this point🙂
she always starts with feathers, then artist brushes and then her fingernails.
i was so out of control ticklish that she never even got to the point that she used her fingernails, because she saw that the brushes were working really well and she tickled the living shit out of me and wouldn't stop. my gasping and pleading became worse.
if anyone wants to hear how it ended, i'll be glad to tell but i want to make it clear that i'm not trying to brag about my good fortune. i honestly beleive that there is ALWAYS HOPE!!!
!I`d love to hear more! 
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