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He pulled out a hairbrush. At the time, I was balls deep not literally in writing my second book, The Coitus Chronicles. Ryan saw my status and reached out. Intrigued, I met Ryan at a Middle Eastern restaurant.
While shoving falafel in my mouth, he started to tell me about his love for tickling. I remember being in my house on Halloween and looking around to make sure no one would catch me. There are a ton of people who have a tickling fetish. I meet most of my tickle partners in online forums. As in Tickle fetish and Ticklers. Sometimes we meet up tickle fetish hotels and we just tickle each other. It was like he was telling me about his weekend plans. Ryan and I had been on dates.
It would be weird to indulge him in his fetish. We were platonic friends and I wanted to keep it that way. Also, the idea of being tickled senseless sounded torturous. Maybe I thought It was a good story. Maybe my friendship with Ryan had evolved to a point of mutual respect and trust. The feet, the knees, the stomach, the armpits, the inner thighs and the collarbone.
Start by using your fingers and then move to weaponry. Ryan was going to be tickled first. He stripped down to his boxers. I was taken aback: I expected this to be a fully-clothed activity. I started thinking about Luke, a boy I had been on a couple of dates with recently.
Would he be upset if he knew there was a half-naked man getting tickled in my bed? I started at his feet and gently ran my fingers across the soles. Ryan started squirming, his face lighting up with pure joy.
I moved to his knees. No response. I inched towards his belly. I spider-fingered my hand across his stomach. My movement was met with an outburst of squealing laughter. I grabbed a toothbrush and started gently massaging his armpits and collarbone. He twisted and turned, responding to the stroking. I started laughing too. It was so ridiculous. But I was also laughing because it was fun. It was joyful to watch another human being chortle nonstop. Laughter is infectious. I like to be in control, both in and out of the bedroom.
Being tickle fetish was already a huge push for me.
Ryan started at my feet. No reaction.
They were too calloused from years of running to be sensitive. He moved from my knees to my belly. I was disappointed. Maybe it was something I had grown out of. He snaked his way up to my armpit. An outburst of giggles escaped from my mouth. He continued to tickle my armpits while I laughed recklessly.
He stopped for a minute to give me a break and moved to my collarbone. Every time I laughed, he laughed. I was surprised by how much I was enjoying myself. I thought it was going to be annoying. But he tickle fetish masterful at the pacing, bringing me right to the edge of painful laughter, managing to always keep it enjoyable.
It felt wonderful to laugh. I had no idea if, for Ryan, this was erotic and arousing. Maybe his mind was wandering to sweaty, naked places. Maybe he wanted tickling to roll into orgasming. For me, it was lighthearted and jolly without being sexual. Perhaps because I was only interested in Ryan as a friend. My mind wandered back to Luke.
It was too soon to even mention sex or tickling, but I wondered if it would be something interesting to explore. I could tickle fetish how tickling could be a really fun way to lead into super playful sex. I made a mental note to try it someday. Ryan finished tickling me and we both stood in my room, exhausted from laughing for the last hour. Just change my name. It was a common theme I had heard from everyone I had encountered with a fetish. There was an unusual amount of shame. I think it goes back to how we stigmatize sex in general.
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