Smiling looks good on you

I recently had a conversation trying to explain what tickling is for me/ what it does for me & I’ve come to realize some people don’t understand that it can be both sexual and platonic simultaneously…. Which I feel like that should go without saying. Things aren’t always just black and white.

I was told it doesn’t make sense how I watch tickle videos and get off to them, how I sometimes get aroused when I’m tickled and how I’ve been obsessed with it my whole life but I’m still able to engage without being turned on sometimes. This person doesn’t believe it’s possible LOL

Some people say for them it’s strictly sexual or vice versa. For others is both, like it’s not that hard to understand.

YES I can engage in tickling and have it just be fun. Have it just be almost like an endurance activity and it won’t make me “wet” or turn me on. In fact most of my tickling experiences have been that way.

On the other hand it can be sexual with certain people that’s fun too.

You can’t expect me to get horny every time I’m tickled. Then other times I’m super turned on and foaming at the mouth from it. Lol

For this reason tickling for me is almost like a hobby rather than a fetish. Maybe on paper it’s considered a fetish but for me it’s so much more.

It’s something that’s engrained into me.

It’s something I’m passionate about and that I enjoy on sooo many different levels.

It’s something that brings me joy and gives me a dopamine rush.

It’s a lifestyle ✨

Anywho, I know the ones who get it, get it.

& the ones who don’t , just can’t.

If you're looking for part one, I linked it below. 🙂

Specifically bird/angel wings, ones that are strong and majestic and make you stare at them in awe.

But imagining a winged humanoid who also happens to be a lee brings up a whirlwind of possibilities…

A friend or partner having to groom their wings as they can’t reach, and them having to sit still as their wings twitch and flutter with every brush.

The lee quickly folding their wings as their friend brushes closer to the skin of their back, behind or heaven forbid between their wings.

Their ler holding a wing out with one hand while teasing the very tips of their feathers with the other.

Pinning them down with their wings spread out, tickling and tickling and tickling until they melt into a giggly puddle beneath their friend.

It’s enough to make them squirm and flap and shed everywhere, feathers of all shapes and sizes, which their ler can easily match up with every other special spot. It happens so often that the winged lee knows exactly where their ler is going for entirely based on what shape of feather they pick up.

And even lee moods in general must be blissful agony, feeling every feather on their wings brush up against one another in the breeze as they giggle softly and appreciate nature heeding their call.

Winged lees are fun, but winged switches are even better. Their friend may receive a swift retaliation…

The avian may sneak up to them and trap them in a hug from behind, crossing their arms and ever so delicately lifting up their shirt…

"I might stop if you cry"

Those helpless little leg kicks! I think someone found her weak spot 🤭

My goodness, such a sensitive little thing! 💮🤭