So- I finally had just the most wonderful session, and all I want to do is talk to my bestie about it. LIKE ALL ABOUT IT- Every single moment, everything that drove me crazy, or my favorite parts, things that I wish every tickler would know that he did to make me feel comfortable, safe, and just feel great about myself.... Just all of it.
And I can't.
Honestly, it was always the icing on the cake to laugh about all the details and connect on everything we love and hate about tickling. I don't have anyone to do that with anymore, and it's kinda sucks. I can't say, "Man, and when he did THIS.... this happened!" or "I love it when a tickler can read my mind and know EXACTLY what I want without asking for it!" (Which he did, mind you. And it was amazing and devastating.)
It was the best part of being extremely close friends with a fellow ticklephile- the long phone calls about everything under the sun... and then tickling. He would care and loved to hear about the moments when I really couldn't take it anymore and what worked, what didn't work, how the tickler listened, the strategies he used, how he would tickle me so badly that I begged him to tickle me somewhere else, and then that spot also sucked, what exactly he did to make me break, or how he was NEVER going to get me to say that phrase no matter what, or when he thought I was going to be so weak that I would share my worst spots just to get him to stop... I want to be able to share all my secrets with him just one more time. (This isn't a sad post, by the way. I am smiling the entire time I am typing which is strange, or it's not. I don't know yet.)
I miss him so much.
I miss having a best friend/ big brother who I can tell absolutely everything to. I miss the phone calls and the flights to California. I miss him fussing me out when I am being a dumb ass. I miss making him laugh (which I tried to do every single time because it was the best sound). He's so irreplaceable. Tero.
I was nervous as hell and not feeling the best about myself and not wanting to let go at all....
But my tickler was gentle, and caring, and intuitive, and destroyed me in the best possible ways. He definitely wrecked my shit. And he came to see me in my city, which was so awesome.
Ok... that's it.
(It's not. LOL- I still wanna break down my entire session.)
And I can't.
Honestly, it was always the icing on the cake to laugh about all the details and connect on everything we love and hate about tickling. I don't have anyone to do that with anymore, and it's kinda sucks. I can't say, "Man, and when he did THIS.... this happened!" or "I love it when a tickler can read my mind and know EXACTLY what I want without asking for it!" (Which he did, mind you. And it was amazing and devastating.)
It was the best part of being extremely close friends with a fellow ticklephile- the long phone calls about everything under the sun... and then tickling. He would care and loved to hear about the moments when I really couldn't take it anymore and what worked, what didn't work, how the tickler listened, the strategies he used, how he would tickle me so badly that I begged him to tickle me somewhere else, and then that spot also sucked, what exactly he did to make me break, or how he was NEVER going to get me to say that phrase no matter what, or when he thought I was going to be so weak that I would share my worst spots just to get him to stop... I want to be able to share all my secrets with him just one more time. (This isn't a sad post, by the way. I am smiling the entire time I am typing which is strange, or it's not. I don't know yet.)
I miss him so much.
I miss having a best friend/ big brother who I can tell absolutely everything to. I miss the phone calls and the flights to California. I miss him fussing me out when I am being a dumb ass. I miss making him laugh (which I tried to do every single time because it was the best sound). He's so irreplaceable. Tero.
I was nervous as hell and not feeling the best about myself and not wanting to let go at all....
But my tickler was gentle, and caring, and intuitive, and destroyed me in the best possible ways. He definitely wrecked my shit. And he came to see me in my city, which was so awesome.
Ok... that's it.
(It's not. LOL- I still wanna break down my entire session.)
