I don't post on here very often at all, but I really feel like sharing this. It's not often that one comes across a person so open and generous as the one I shared this experience with, so I want to celebrate it.
I've known this man, we'll call him "Jeff", for a couple of years but I only really got to know him in the last month. We travel with Renaissance fairs and we have lots of down time, so we spent much of it in each others' company. He's made a practice of flirting with me for years and every so often he would make a subtle reference to bondage and I'd always retort that it wouldn't necessarily be me getting tied up (*hint hint!*). I never meant it to go anywhere, but as I got to know him I began to find that he was probably the most open-minded person in terms of sexuality and fetish that I'd ever met. I have always felt like fetish was my deepest darkest secret, so it was so liberating to hear him talk so freely about his own fetishes. Tickling wasn't one of them, but on a drunk/stoned evening together, things happened between us. Due to liquid courage, I started tickling him gently under his arms; the biggest thrill shot through me when I heard him laugh. I didn't go crazy on him, but I didn't stop for a while. The biggest rush, though, was that he seemed to know what this was all about. I didn't have to say what it would have been so very difficult for me to say. And he never once tried to stop me: not once. When I did pause, I was able to confess; even though I knew he had already realized. I have never felt so free or understood as I did then and to me there is no more generous a gift than that. We had several other nights like this afterwords until we went our separate ways. Thanks, Jeff, you made me feel okay about my fetish for the first time.
I've known this man, we'll call him "Jeff", for a couple of years but I only really got to know him in the last month. We travel with Renaissance fairs and we have lots of down time, so we spent much of it in each others' company. He's made a practice of flirting with me for years and every so often he would make a subtle reference to bondage and I'd always retort that it wouldn't necessarily be me getting tied up (*hint hint!*). I never meant it to go anywhere, but as I got to know him I began to find that he was probably the most open-minded person in terms of sexuality and fetish that I'd ever met. I have always felt like fetish was my deepest darkest secret, so it was so liberating to hear him talk so freely about his own fetishes. Tickling wasn't one of them, but on a drunk/stoned evening together, things happened between us. Due to liquid courage, I started tickling him gently under his arms; the biggest thrill shot through me when I heard him laugh. I didn't go crazy on him, but I didn't stop for a while. The biggest rush, though, was that he seemed to know what this was all about. I didn't have to say what it would have been so very difficult for me to say. And he never once tried to stop me: not once. When I did pause, I was able to confess; even though I knew he had already realized. I have never felt so free or understood as I did then and to me there is no more generous a gift than that. We had several other nights like this afterwords until we went our separate ways. Thanks, Jeff, you made me feel okay about my fetish for the first time.
I hope it develops well between you two.
