Maybe a lee, maybe a ler 🤷🏻‍♂️

DISTINGUISHED GUESTS OF MY BLOG. MY NAME IS GEORGE! I FEEL LIKE I'M TALKING TOO LOUD, EVEN THOUGH OUR PROXIMITY DOESN'T REQUIRE THIS KIND OF VOLUME.

Yes, that was a "Minions" reference. If you got it, you have permission to DM me without reading the rest. If you didn't, keep reading. Sorry, I don't make the rules 🤷🏻

What am I doing again? Oh, right...

My name is George. I'm 29 years old and I'm from Greece. I'm a math teacher, gamer, and self proclaimed singer (in my bathroom or while cleaning).

Tickle related: I'm a switch leaning ler, but when I get a lee mood... It's a LEE MOOD 🤣

I've been here for quite some time, but was silent, almost never posting anything. Recently I decided to change that, so... Sorry in advance.

This Is mostly a tickle blog, even though I will occasionally post random thoughts or other stuff. (I have no idea what I'll be posting, to be honest)

So, themes:

Tickle thoughts

Tickle teases (when I feel less self conscious and worried that nobody is gonna like them 🤣)

Random memes

Other stuff 🤷🏻

I would love to get to know more people from the community, so feel free to follow, message or just shout at your phone and hope I'll listen 🤣 (I warned you, my humour is broken!)

Just keep it respectful.

AND NO MINORS!!!!!

I think that's it for now. Thank you

"What is the word?"

WHY ARE THESE SO FREAKING AWESOME?!?!?

If any of you ever see me in person, bring me lots of those!!!!! 🤣

Hello my friend!!!!!! Thank you so much!!! 🩵

🙈👀🙏👩‍💻🙅‍♀️🦁🦄🌹🌹🌹🌹🚘🔮

OKAY BYYYYYYEEEEE!!!!

omg hiiii!!!!! Thank you so much for the ask!!!!!

I'm glad to hear that my posts fluster you 😏

Seems like they have that effect on many people 🥰

You too?!? I'm not ticklish!!!!!!!!!! 🫣

You don't need to learn self defence... It's gonna be useless any way, when all it takes is just a poke 😉

Do you really think I'm a fierce ler? 🥰 Wanna try and find out for sure?? 😉

Can't wait for you to travel here so I can tickle you, since I'm also a "tickle crush" for you 😏

🙈👀🙏🏻🐣🌹🎭🚘🎵

Omg another one!!!! Hi my friend!!!!!!! 🩵

Awwww I'm so happy that my teases are too much for you 🥰😉

I don't know about beautiful, but I'm not ticklish!!! Those are lies!!!!!! The chick is lying!!!!!!! 🫣

I'm really really grateful for your blog as well and I'm honoured to be your tickle crush!! You're one of mine as well! 🥰

As for the "🎭"... Honestly, I don't think I have a "persona" here. This is actually the place where I get to really be myself, because I'm being open about a part of myself that almost nobody in my life knows. Plus, I have no filter most of the time, so you've probably already met the "real" me 🤣 (especially you 🩵)

You'd really travel to tickle/be tickled by me?? Even though I've already bought all the tools that drive you crazy?? 😏

I'm so honoured 🥰 (and I'm definitely NOT counting the days)

Then, a warm feeling spreading from the tips of their wiggling fingers to your chest, as you feel the first drags of their nails on your spots. Your body reacts instantly. It tenses momentarily and pulls on the bonds that keep you in place. But you aren't really trying to get away... You're in this position willingly, after all.

As their fingers speed up a bit, the ticklish feeling becomes more intense forcing your mouth open, and the first giggles burst through, like water in cracked dam. Your giggles are a bit strained, still, as if you're trying to keep them in. But there's no point.

The grin on their face turns wicked as they really get into it. Using precise, targeted strokes on your most ticklish spots. Your giggles turn into full blown laughter now. Uncontrollable and free, since you've stopped trying to stay silent. It really tickles. But that warm feeling hasn't left your chest. Even as your reactions turn more wild, your face shows a hint of desperation and your limbs try to get free, you're still loving this. They keep you in this state for a while... Skillfully targeting the spots that they know will drive you crazy. And just when you're on the edge, they ease up again.

Your laughter dies down, turning into a mixture of soft giggles and breathless pants. The calm before the storm...

Cause it's time for the final part of your "torment". They paused just to get the tools... You know which ones. And they do too.

They start abruptly, forcing a yelp followed by a scream, as your body tenses again. And that's when the first pleas come out... Your face turns bright red, your voice gets more desperate and your laughter burst through. Hysterical and eventually, desperate...

You keep begging, asking for mercy or a respite.

Hello my friend!!! Thank you for the ask!!!!! 🩵🩵

Omg you like my teases?!? 😱😱 (you've told me but it's always nice to hear 🤣)

Thank you so much!!!! And I am grateful for your blog as well!!! 🙏🏻🩵

And as for tickles in my future... You're spot on 😉

There are things coming that I can't talk about yet but I am very excited about!!!!!! 😏🥳

So every time there's an event/gathering (e.g. NEST, AUNT etc.) all the way over in the US, I find myself staying off Tumblr for days. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that these events exist for people to socialise and make new friends (I'm choosing not to mention all the controversy that's been going on, because I'm not informed enough to express a public opinion. I support who I support privately), and I'm happy to see everyone posting about their experiences and talk to friends that tell me they had a great time. I'm not saying I'm "jealous" in a bad sense, I'm just saying that there's always that thought in the back of my head that's saying "you'll never be like them", I guess. And I'm not blaming anyone for posting about it. Of course you'll post and share your experience! I love to read about them all. I have the "problem", I know that.

But at the same time, I feel like I'm missing out. Like the fact that I am unable to attend these things, means that I will never be a "real" member of the community. Like I'm somehow "inferior". Idk how to explain it properly (so I probably shouldn't even be posting about it 😂). And yes, I'm very happy and content with what I have now, it just feels like there's a whole different "world" that I'll never be able to be a part of.

Idk... I guess I'm trying to explain why I have been absent once again, while at the same time expressing an "unfiltered" thought stuck in my head for the last few days. Maybe trying to see if I'm the only one feeling this way.

Anyway, I really mean no offence to anyone and I apologise in advance.

Agonisingly slow, featherlight tickles, up and down your feet, nails trailing every wrinkle on your soles...

Your ler, pretending they aren't paying attention, but their smirk as you yelp and giggle says otherwise...

"It's been a while since I played with your tummy..."

They say with their usual, deep voice, wiggling their fingers inches above your torso. An adorable yelp, maybe even a cute:

"No! Wait!"

Is all you can say before they made contact... Their fingers lightly tracing up and down your sides, making you squirm left and right like ticklish worm. And all of a sudden, they switch... They start tapping your ribs like a piano, or counting them one by one... They map your entire tummy with their nails, inch by inch, making sure to find the precise spots that make you howl, and stay there. And when you feel like you can't take any more, that's when they lean in and whisper

"Shhh... You're gonna be okay. You know you love this. I haven't even gotten to your armpits yet ..."

Guide on how to really tickle a lee's upper body:

Play the piano on her ribs

Trace your nails on her belly very slowly

Dig into her sides and squeeze

Rapid pokes everywhere!

Press your thumbs on that spot above her waist (we all know which one 😉)

Nibble her sides

Tiny finger vibrations on her ribs and sides

That precious, bushy face followed by a couple of nervous giggles, and a desperate attempt to avoid eye contact... That little shiver running down your spine... The way you shift in your seat, as if looking for a way out -even though you're exactly where you wanted to be... Simply delicious....

So go on... Keep acting bratty... Keep teasing through messages... Keep saying that you're not ticklish... Keep insisting that you don't beg...