Under My Feather

“No no, try it like this.”

“See? Those are the reactions you should be getting.”

“Don’t worry about her screaming and whimpering. We can tape her mouth shut. Just focus on the technique I showed you.”

“Now let me show you the absolute worst spot.”

“Yep, just like that. Hear that laughter?”

then tracing a small brush all across the front of your underwear…

Move them closer. Pull them back. Let you squirm yourself into a mess before I’ve even touched you. You’re losing it already and I haven’t started.

Many people feel a quiet shame at the thought of telling others they love tickling — never realising that:

1. others don’t give what we love the same weight we do. What feels central to us simply looks to them like one more piece of who we are;

2. those who care about us are far more likely to learn to appreciate an unfamiliar side of who we are, rather than to start questioning everything they’ve always believed about who we’ve been to them;

3. and if a relationship happens to crack, it wasn’t your confession that caused the fracture — it only revealed it. And maybe that’s a mercy in disguise.

I know there’s plenty of people who aren’t embarrassed to tell people and talk about it (kudos honestly), but a majority of us find it difficult.

It was my biggest deepest darkest secret for the longest time. I was mortified at the thought of someone finding out.

Eventually I started telling men I was involved with, but my closest female friends still don’t know. I told one girl friend when I was drunk and I still feel weird that she knows sometimes 😂 Meanwhile literally nobody has reacted in a negative or judgmental way when I told them.

While on one hand, I do kinda like it being my little secret double life lol I do wish I did didn’t feel ashamed and embarrassed about it still.

If you like tickling nipples, don't neglect tickling them THROUGH the lee's shirt, let the fabric do its job of being a nagging barrier that offers for torment instead of protection.

scribbling the breasts are fun, but nipples are a fun spot because they require such specific attention. Small point that is still torturous with light tickles. A lazy circular thumbing, a light prodding with a voracious tongue, ticklish massages of a single pointer finger

the way such a small spot can drive the back to arch, the toes to curl, gasps to fight their way out the lips, hips to buck and eyes to water

the way SO many tools can work on them, oils and lotions to make them more sensitive, the slow maraud of a feather, each bit of plumage grazing and overlapping with them, circling them lightly with a paintbrush before teasing the bud with the brush, or attacking them with the soft march of the bristles of a makeup brush, swept an up and down over the breast