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Maybe my friendship with Ryan had evolved to a point of mutual respect and trust. Ryan and I finished our meals and didn’t discuss tickling for another six months… until I changed my mind about his offer. Also, the idea of being tickled senseless sounded torturous. We were platonic friends and I wanted to keep it that way. It would be weird to indulge him in his fetish. “If you ever want to try it, we could have a tickling session.”ĭespite the intrigue, I didn’t want to try it. “Fascinating,” I said with wholehearted sincerity. It was like he was telling me about his weekend plans. Not often though it’s pretty expensive.” He was unapologetic, didn’t miss a beat. “Would you want your roommates to walk in on you nonstop laughing for 30 minutes?” “Like over your clothes? Like no one cums?” I asked. Sometimes we meet up in hotels and we just tickle each other.” “What do you do with these partners? I mean, is it sexual?” If you like to be tickled, you’re a Lee, which means you need to find a Ler.”
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I meet most of my tickle partners in online forums.” There are a ton of people who have a tickling fetish. That could have been an innocent thing to search for, but I knew, for me, it wasn’t.” I typed ‘tickling’ into the Google search engine. I remember being in my house on Halloween and looking around to make sure no one would catch me. While shoving falafel in my mouth, he started to tell me about his love for tickling. “I realized pretty early on that I loved it more than normal people. Intrigued, I met Ryan at a Middle Eastern restaurant. “If you want to meet up, I have a fetish you might be interested in learning about.” I had recently attended a BDSM class and posted a status on Facebook about my experience. It’s about my journey to get my sexy back by exploring the underground sex and dating scene in New York City. We decided to remain friends, so I wasn’t surprised when he asked me to join him for dinner a few months later to catch up.Īt the time, I was balls deep (not literally) in writing my second book, The Coitus Chronicles. I enjoyed his company and appreciated his sense of humor, but I didn’t want to rip his clothes off and kiss him in dark alleys. We went on a few dates before ultimately realizing we weren’t compatible for the long-term. He was a comedian, funny and witty in a non-asshole sort of way. Ryan had a tickling fetish and I was about to scratch it. “Weaponry” in the world of tickling meant things like hairbrushes, feathers and oils.