*Forever Turbulant

It can be scary.

That’s a major part of it: the vulnerability. But isn’t that also what makes tickling so wonderful?

Yes, I know, telling people about this is… difficult. It’s hard to explain why something so childlike and innocent can have such profound meaning. Whether you are asking to give or receive tickles, opening up about it can be scary.

What will they think? What will they say? What if they think it’s “too weird?” What if it makes tickling awkward? What if they find it gross?

I know. I get it. Finally “out-ing” yourself can be absolutely TERRIFYING. But it can also be rewarding. And bring a lot of relief.

For those of you that have already shared your fetish/kink/passion/etc. with the world, you probably can give stories good and bad of how it went. Regardless, I myself am struggling with finally letting my own friends know how much I love tickles.

No, how much I love being tickled.

THERE. SEE? I SAID IT! I fricken LOVE being tickled.

And you wanna know why? I’LL TELL YOU WHY, so sit down and listen to a thing!

“This hurricane in my brain is a burden I bear,” yet tickling seems to be the one thing that makes all the noise cease. Every day I fight my depression and it is loud and exhausting and scary…

So scary it suffocates me.

There are moments I swear I will never smile or laugh again. There are memories that make me believe I don’t deserve to to be happy. And all too often I believe those lies and become numb in an attempt to salvage what’s left of me.

Tickling makes my numbness disappear in a blaze of nerves and wiggling and SQUEALING and laughter and smiling so hard your cheeks hurt! Your body is forced to react on instinct so you have no more time to worry. Tickling brings me back to the present. It is how I ground myself. It calms the raging storm and gives me the strength to regain control. Tickling is the biggest “I love you” and “I’m going to protect you” and “I’m thinking of you” and “You can trust me” and “Your happiness means everything to me” and “I’ll do whatever I can to bring the happy back.”

And it doesn’t always have to be the tickles that just WRECK me. I’m talking tracing shapes on my knees while you study. I’m talking about a slight squeeze to the side as you pass by. I’m talking about neck nuzzles that make me giggle when I’m stressed. Or raspberries when I refuse to do my homework. Or simply resting your hand on my stomach as I (attempt to but is way too ticklish to) nap.

Tickling is playful. Tickling is intimate. For me it has no sexual or romantic meaning because it’s just LOVE. Love between friends, between family, between people that just want to see you smile.

Why do you think I only let certain people tickle me? Why do you think tickling is always on my mind? Why do you think I’m always CRAVING AND CRAVING to laugh my sorrows away? Why do you think it takes A HELL OF A LOT just to tickle someone else, even poke their side?

It’s because it is more than just touch. More than bonding. More than physical affection. Tickling is one of the many ways that you show me that you love me. Maybe that’s why telling others about it is so scary… You’re afraid they’ll reject your passion and take their love with them.

If they do reject it, they don’t deserve your love in the first place.

So yeah, I get it. It’s scary to put yourself out there and be vulnerable in an entirely new kind of way. I’ve tried to repress these feelings of just wanting to melt in happiness for so, so long… But it is unfair to the people that DO love me and DO care about me and WILL NOT LEAVE ME to not tell them about this important part of me!

The ticklish part of me that enjoys hearing others laugh, REALLY laugh. The ticklish part of me that wants someone to be addicted to my laughter. The ticklish part of me that just wants to learn how to love my body, my voice, MYSELF again. The ticklish part of me that wants to be happy. Really, truly happy.

Don’t be afraid. This is something you hold dear, obviously. So why hide it? Indulge yourself for the sake of knowing that this makes YOU happy.

Because you deserve happiness. I deserve happiness.

And this is my first step towards being happy again.

Confession: I love being tickled.

Josh is staying at my place for the next two weeks or so. He was taking apart my computer to install a new graphics card. I was bored and laying on the couch browsing social media and what not. I don’t remember exactly how it started, but I grumbled or something (probably saw an article about Trump) and he was like “Hey, no being grumpy!” I just kinda nodded and went back to scrolling, I was laying on my stomach and I’m a bit taller than the length of the couch so my feet hang off just a bit, when I notice he gets up, and then sits on top of me and stARTS JUST SQUEEZING at my sides and hips! So obviously I get all flaily and make some stupid weird noises. Then he goes and sits back down with the computer while I try and compose myself. Eventually I emerge from hiding under my hair and arms, expecting to go back to my phone. Well he notices I’m up obv, and he then says, “Well, are you going to thank me??” And I’m like “of course not what the heck wHAT??? No I didn’t want that no…” and just kind of progressively bury my head in the couch. “That wasn’t a thank you..” *muffled* “I knowww…” /.\ “So just say it” *still muffled* “but I don’t wannaaa” “Say it or I’m coming back over there…” *Still muffled, slightly panicked tone* “Th-thank u..” “For what?” *kicking the couch* “I caaaaan’t” “I’m getting up…” “WAIT OK WAIT-….” and at this point I’m panicking because fRICK I CANT SAY THAT WORD but if I don’t he’s gonna come back and then it’ll still seem like I wanted that and aaaaaa, my brain just kind of collapses in a pile of blush. I realize he’s still waiting, as I’ve been mumbling god-knows-what trying to get myself to say the word, he replies “Yes?” And soMEHOW I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT I FRICKEN DID IT AND I SAID *Still muffled* “thank you f-for..t- ti- ticklingmemrghmphrfg” “You’re welcome!” *assorted mumble sounds into the depths of the couch* So I eventually unfluster myself enough to go back to my phone and act like nothing happened. And then not much longer after, I see him quickly get up, sit on my ankles on the end of the couch and juST WRECK MY FEET GAH “You thanked me so you obviously like this…”

So helpless, so ticklish

You know you want to be tickled

You can deny it as much as you like… but I know ;)

I know you already feel the butterflies in your belly… I know you want to feel someone tickling all of your spots…I know you are blushing for me… ;)

Then again… it is all part of the game isn’t it?

Pretending you do not want it. Crave it. Must have it!

Go ahead, keep playing your little game of denial.

I will just be here, waiting oh so patiently for you to tell me those wonderful words:

commission for monstercatpbb @ FA

So my boyfriend and I are on an over night trip for our school’s beta club and he came into my hotel room. I was alone since my roommates were just roaming around and blah blah blah. My boyfriend sat on my back (while i was facedown in the mattress) and started massaging my back since i’ve been sore lately from tennis. He massaged my body up and up until he reached my rib cage and I squealed out loud. Then that’s when it all started. He immediately dug into my sides and I just laughed and squealed loudly into my blanket that I was resting on. As the tickles got harder and faster by the second, my laughter got louder and higher pitched. His hands sped from my ribs to my sides to my thighs and back again. Over and over. It seems to never end for me. Then he flipped me over, pulled up my tank top and starting giving my raspberries. {HOLY JESUS THEY TICKLE LIKE HELL}. I started laughing even louder and kicking my legs. I screamed once or twice as he began to assault my belly with swiftly moving fingers and an evil mouth.

Sides/hips

you just can’t get away from a ler who’s got your sides.

go ahead, twist and turn, move youe arms up and down trying to block me.

roll around on the floor and try to duck and dodge my fingers.

try and get away. if you’re pinned, you’re sides are probably the most vulnerable no matter what you try to do.

spider tickles, squeezing them. they are all for the ler to enjoy.

Remember when somebody would try to get you to flinch so they could hit you twice?

The game is quite simple…the ler wiggles their fingers at the lee and if the lee flinches they get 2 minutes of tickles. It can be in any place, public or private, at any tickle spot on the lee.