Midwestern Tickle

Hey friends, nice to meet you!

Call me J! I use he/they pronouns. I'm 24 years old, from the Midwestern US, and am happy to talk/make friends!

I'm a switch leaning ler with a preference towards upperbody tickling. I'm a novice ler who loves soft tickles but will also be pretty cruel if the opportunity presents itself. Super happy that my partner allows me to experience my fetish without sharing the same interest! If you have questions about navigating that situation, I'm happy to talk!

I'm open to all questions/DM's besides roleplay/creepy messages. Anonymous or not, I'm happy to hear from you. Also NO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR

I'm a huge nerd and love pokemon and literature. I write poetry and am open about most facets of myself! I'll only share my real name and perhaps my face if we get to know each other.

Glad to meet you, hope to hear from you!! Happy tickles and t-words!

I have to start this story off with an embarrassing truth: I was in an improv troupe in college. Despite how shameful it felt to ask for a suggestion from an uncaring Starbucks, I actually loved my time on the team. The people were just as shameless and energized as myself and I felt pretty at home with them. They're still some of my best friends!

Well anyways...

We held parties with the rest of the improv groups pretty often, and through these parties, I met the joyful Lee of this story!

I was pretty elevated and had to take a seat on a bean bag against the corner of the room, and my future friend just so happened to be sitting there too. We just started talking and realized we had the same vibe. During the conversation, the "T word" came up. Funny how that happens, huh?

We were talking about massages and how we always giggle when we a masseuse gets that spot.

As I was about to talk about how I needed to get a massage again soon, she fucking lunged at me and starting tickling the shit out of my ribs. She poked my sides as I wriggled off of the bean bag. "Now you don't need a massage right?"