Eternal Tomboy
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It's been a long time since I started a thread, and I thought I'd share something that's been twirling around in my head for awhile....
Like many of you, I've had a love of tickling since early childhood. In the beginning (and right through high school), ANY tickling served to interest and thrill me. Giving, receiving, soft, rough, or simply a discussion - none of it mattered, as long tickling was somehow involved, I had rapt attention.
Then I went off to college, and things got a bit more complicated. In rough housing with my RA (who was a master at the art of pinning me), I quickly developed a desire to not only be tickled, but to be physically dominated as well. The amazing feeling I got when he put me in a helpless position and tickled me into submission was unparalleled by anything I had ever felt before. It was a powerful cocktail of pure adrenaline and sexual ecstasy all rolled into one.... and I was hooked.
That seemed to be good enough for me for awhile, and then new small sub-interests (wouldn't necessarily call them fetishes) began to crop up around it....
I guess linked to being pinned, I found myself attracted to guys with brut strength. They didn't necessarily have to be big, but they had to be able to easily take me on in a wrestling match. I was drawn to guys who had the ability to throw me over their shoulder or otherwise make me feel like I didn't stand a chance against them (physically). Some of these guys most girls wouldn't give a second glance to (because they weren't "textbook" handsome), ranked high on my attractiveness scale just because of their strength.
Then sense of humor came into play, and made my fetish even more complicated than before. I always loved a guy with a good sense of humor, but somewhere in my 20's, it became more than just one attribute on my top ten list of things I look for in a guy - it became the #1 thing. Surpassing even strength, I developed mad crushes on guys who could make me laugh (without tickling me). Again, the guys in this category weren't what most girls would consider handsome either. I suppose that there are guys with both rugged good looks AND a great sense of humor, but for the most part I've found that "okay" looking guys seem to develop a better sense of humor, almost as if it was keenly developed as a means of compensating for their mediocre looks. I know that sounds a bit harsh... no offense to all you class clowns out there... got nothin' but love for you guys, really.
And the first time one of these goofball guys coupled their sense of humor with tickling, another set of fireworks went off in my body. Making me laugh before tickling me made the tickling TEN TIMES more intense when it finally happened. Normally, I'm a very stubborn girl, and hate giving in too easily. When someone tickles me, I will fight laughter for as long as I can - it's a little battle of wills I play in my head. But these funny guys can tear down my skillful defenses with a few jokes or some goofy comments, and the game is over before its even begun. And believe me, in this one instance, surrender is sweet! 😉
Okay, so far we've got strong and funny, right? Moving on....
Outgoing is next on the list of must-haves. Or maybe I should call it talkative. I suddenly needed to be talked to when tickled play happened. I quickly lost interest in guys who were quiet during tickle play. I found that if my 'ler was quiet, then so was I. Most of these quiet 'lers assumed I wasn't all that ticklish, but it wasn't that at ALL. Attribute it to my wicked stubborn streak or my inhibitions, but I simply CAN'T laugh out loud when being tickled unless my 'ler is engaging me (verbally). His fingers can tickle like hell, but he won't get more than squeaks and groans out of me unless he talks. Talk to me, tell me things, joke around, tease me, but whatever you do, don't clam up! Because once you break the ice and get me talking, it starts to poke holes in my defenses, and gets my concentration away from keeping my silence.... and the laughter is sure to follow. And I couldn't achieve that "high" I was in search of without laughing. The harder, the better.
Next, and thank god FINALLY, there are guys who are overly-perceptive. Guys who had the ability to read me without me saying a word (because even though I want my 'ler to be verbal with me, I'm not naturally talkative as a 'lee. So I need someone who picks up on subtle cues.) If you've ever seen the TV shows "House" or "Lie to Me" then you'll know the kinds of guys I'm looking for. The characters that Hugh Laurie and Tim Roth play on those shows is exactly the kinds of guys I'm attracted to. I mean REALLY attracted to. Guys who can pick up on my bluffs or facial expressions and know in a heartbeat what I'm feeling or when I'm lying through my teeth (and I do that a lot when I'm being tickled... another little game I play). God that's sexy as hell!
Strong, funny, outgoing, and highly perceptive.... pretty freakin' specific. It's like I started out at the wide mouth of a funnel, and slowly over the years have worked my way down to the narrow end. The end that almost no ONE guy can fit through. And here's when it becomes complicated for me: because of all these needs (desires, sub-fetishes, whatever you want to call them), I'm almost never fully satisfied. A couple times in the course of a year, the stars will all align perfectly, and all of these qualities will display themselves all at once, and then orgasms go off like the fucking fourth of July!! There is no greater high for me - NONE. In that one moment, I'm happier than any girl on the planet and I don't mind having such a pain in the ass fetish.
But the other 99% of the time, it's sorta hell. It's complicated to manage, and I think I would give it all up if I had the ability to. But after thirty years, I'm pretty sure I'm in it for the long haul. And that's okay. I know there are much worse things to get off on. But WHY can't it be like it was in the beginning? Back when I wasn't so ridiculously picky?? Back before my mind put so many restraints on my fetish?
I can feel another one starting to crop up on me now: having a guy get a ticklish reaction out of a spot on my body that has never really been ticklish before.... how's THAT for impossible to fulfill?? If this continues, by the time I'm 50 there will be a mile-long laundry list of requirements in order to satisfy me!!!
Like many of you, I've had a love of tickling since early childhood. In the beginning (and right through high school), ANY tickling served to interest and thrill me. Giving, receiving, soft, rough, or simply a discussion - none of it mattered, as long tickling was somehow involved, I had rapt attention.
Then I went off to college, and things got a bit more complicated. In rough housing with my RA (who was a master at the art of pinning me), I quickly developed a desire to not only be tickled, but to be physically dominated as well. The amazing feeling I got when he put me in a helpless position and tickled me into submission was unparalleled by anything I had ever felt before. It was a powerful cocktail of pure adrenaline and sexual ecstasy all rolled into one.... and I was hooked.
That seemed to be good enough for me for awhile, and then new small sub-interests (wouldn't necessarily call them fetishes) began to crop up around it....
I guess linked to being pinned, I found myself attracted to guys with brut strength. They didn't necessarily have to be big, but they had to be able to easily take me on in a wrestling match. I was drawn to guys who had the ability to throw me over their shoulder or otherwise make me feel like I didn't stand a chance against them (physically). Some of these guys most girls wouldn't give a second glance to (because they weren't "textbook" handsome), ranked high on my attractiveness scale just because of their strength.
Then sense of humor came into play, and made my fetish even more complicated than before. I always loved a guy with a good sense of humor, but somewhere in my 20's, it became more than just one attribute on my top ten list of things I look for in a guy - it became the #1 thing. Surpassing even strength, I developed mad crushes on guys who could make me laugh (without tickling me). Again, the guys in this category weren't what most girls would consider handsome either. I suppose that there are guys with both rugged good looks AND a great sense of humor, but for the most part I've found that "okay" looking guys seem to develop a better sense of humor, almost as if it was keenly developed as a means of compensating for their mediocre looks. I know that sounds a bit harsh... no offense to all you class clowns out there... got nothin' but love for you guys, really.

And the first time one of these goofball guys coupled their sense of humor with tickling, another set of fireworks went off in my body. Making me laugh before tickling me made the tickling TEN TIMES more intense when it finally happened. Normally, I'm a very stubborn girl, and hate giving in too easily. When someone tickles me, I will fight laughter for as long as I can - it's a little battle of wills I play in my head. But these funny guys can tear down my skillful defenses with a few jokes or some goofy comments, and the game is over before its even begun. And believe me, in this one instance, surrender is sweet! 😉
Okay, so far we've got strong and funny, right? Moving on....
Outgoing is next on the list of must-haves. Or maybe I should call it talkative. I suddenly needed to be talked to when tickled play happened. I quickly lost interest in guys who were quiet during tickle play. I found that if my 'ler was quiet, then so was I. Most of these quiet 'lers assumed I wasn't all that ticklish, but it wasn't that at ALL. Attribute it to my wicked stubborn streak or my inhibitions, but I simply CAN'T laugh out loud when being tickled unless my 'ler is engaging me (verbally). His fingers can tickle like hell, but he won't get more than squeaks and groans out of me unless he talks. Talk to me, tell me things, joke around, tease me, but whatever you do, don't clam up! Because once you break the ice and get me talking, it starts to poke holes in my defenses, and gets my concentration away from keeping my silence.... and the laughter is sure to follow. And I couldn't achieve that "high" I was in search of without laughing. The harder, the better.
Next, and thank god FINALLY, there are guys who are overly-perceptive. Guys who had the ability to read me without me saying a word (because even though I want my 'ler to be verbal with me, I'm not naturally talkative as a 'lee. So I need someone who picks up on subtle cues.) If you've ever seen the TV shows "House" or "Lie to Me" then you'll know the kinds of guys I'm looking for. The characters that Hugh Laurie and Tim Roth play on those shows is exactly the kinds of guys I'm attracted to. I mean REALLY attracted to. Guys who can pick up on my bluffs or facial expressions and know in a heartbeat what I'm feeling or when I'm lying through my teeth (and I do that a lot when I'm being tickled... another little game I play). God that's sexy as hell!
Strong, funny, outgoing, and highly perceptive.... pretty freakin' specific. It's like I started out at the wide mouth of a funnel, and slowly over the years have worked my way down to the narrow end. The end that almost no ONE guy can fit through. And here's when it becomes complicated for me: because of all these needs (desires, sub-fetishes, whatever you want to call them), I'm almost never fully satisfied. A couple times in the course of a year, the stars will all align perfectly, and all of these qualities will display themselves all at once, and then orgasms go off like the fucking fourth of July!! There is no greater high for me - NONE. In that one moment, I'm happier than any girl on the planet and I don't mind having such a pain in the ass fetish.
But the other 99% of the time, it's sorta hell. It's complicated to manage, and I think I would give it all up if I had the ability to. But after thirty years, I'm pretty sure I'm in it for the long haul. And that's okay. I know there are much worse things to get off on. But WHY can't it be like it was in the beginning? Back when I wasn't so ridiculously picky?? Back before my mind put so many restraints on my fetish?
I can feel another one starting to crop up on me now: having a guy get a ticklish reaction out of a spot on my body that has never really been ticklish before.... how's THAT for impossible to fulfill?? If this continues, by the time I'm 50 there will be a mile-long laundry list of requirements in order to satisfy me!!!
