The Good Old Days

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An Open Letter To My Tickle Crush

To my Tickle Crush,

You make this thing fun, you know?

There’s just something about you. Maybe it’s magic, maybe it’s something infinitely more but the allure that you have surrounding you, the aura that you have that just draws me in; there’s something about it that I just can’t resist. It’s the same way I can’t resist your flirty looks, your gorgeous smile, your soothing voice…

Or that beautiful laugh…

My god, your laugh.

You ever wish you could just bottle up a sound and keep it with you during the day? Your laugh would be that sound if I could. Or rather, it’d be that sound if I needed to. Good thing it’s already nicely packaged. You see, babe, I’ve got it all figured out; your laugh is the genie in a bottle, and the bottle is your incredible, amazing, beautiful body. All I have to do is rub it in just the right way.

Or in your case, tickle the right way.

And my god do I want to.

I know where you like it. I know that your torso is laced with nerves that need stimulation in the best possible way. I know how badly my fingers want to play with that. How I want to have you hold your arms up nice and high so you can feel the slow, agonizing drag of fingers up and down both of your sides – striking every deliciously sensitive spot that’s hiding under your perfect skin, nestled between the fibers of your muscles, and feeling them charge with energy and electricity…I’d let them switch directions before I get to your ribs because that’s a very different spot, a very different tickle, and we’re just getting started and those sides need more than just one sweep. If I’m thorough, working my fingers up and down and back up in a pattern and a rhythm varying ever so slightly each time that you can’t ever get used to it, and I want to revel in your whimpers, your yelps of surprise, your whines as you bite your lip and try to hide.

Don’t you dare put your arms down, though.

Your ribs will be there for me to play with when you’re ready to be spoiled a bit differently. Remember the first time you told me you liked having your ribs scratched? Remember how you lifted up your shirt to show me just how you liked having it done? The nature of ribs, their horizontal path lends itself so well, like little tracks for my fingers to play along, to scratch ever so lightly, but that’s basically a tickle anyway so let’s not pretend we didn’t both know what you meant when you said you liked having them scratched. I’m going to play them like they’re the strings of the most beautiful instrument so you can sing and grace the two of us with a symphony of your cute, controlled, harmonious laughter.

Cute and controlled, though. Because you know we’re just getting started.

Still with me? Good, because I want you to pay very close attention when my fingers stroke along the hollows of your armpits, which will be nice and taught and sensitive if you’re being a good little tickle toy and keeping those arms up high just like I asked you. It’s a shame, since confiding in me that you didn’t like armpit tickles because you felt like so many people were bad at them I’ve felt that maybe it was off the table, but I think if you work with me I can give you an experience that may sway your opinion. I have an idea of what could work so incredibly well with that, too…as my fingers dance around under your arms like the legs of excited tickle spiders, my lips are going to be on your neck.

Babe, you know I know I deliciously, wonderfully, impossibly sensitive your neck is. How sensitive and erogenous it is. How I can’t help but put my lips there, cover every beautiful inch of it with deep, passionate kisses that will fan the flames burning in the pit of your stomach. When your giggles mix with moans, and that composure starts to slip…there’s something beautiful in that. Feeling you lean back into me because you can’t go left and you can’t go right and the only place to go is closer to me while the sensations of ticklishness fill your body and your heart and soul.

It’s something special. A certain type of energy that may cause my lips to drift up along the angle of your jaw, up behind your ear, and maybe across your cheek and if you so choose to turn my way and let our lips lock together, I certainly wouldn’t complain

Tickly kisses. Now that’s a concept I’m absolutely in love with. I want to feel you giggle into me while we kiss and I tickle and stimulate all the parts of you that I can reach. Feeling you shiver, and maybe even coaxing a moan or two out of you because in the midst of this because I know that you really really enjoy it.

If you think after your neck and your lips my mouth will be satisfied, you must’ve forgotten how oral of a person I am because by now I ought to be working my way to your collarbone and down your shoulder, repositioning myself on top of you as my lips trail down your body. You know where I’m going too, don’t you? Once I get to your navel, all I need to decide is right or left, and maybe make sure I’m holding you steady because when I start kissing your sides you know you’re in for it. You KNOW you’re in for that sensation that you’re so in love with, that drives you absolutely insane and with all that tickling you just went through, I’m so curious to see how it’s going to make you squirm, and find that perfect little spot that will make you beg, that will make you scream with that laughter that I love. I want to feel your obliques tighten under my lips…and I may just have to bring my fingers back into the mix too bringing us almost completely full circle from where we started…but we’re nowhere near done. Babe, trust me. I have so much more in store for you…

See, I’ve thought of this a lot. You know I have. I know you have. I want it. I want it with you in the most intimate of ways. In the truest of ways. And every time we share it, I fall more and more in love with you.

So what do you say, Tickle Crush? Do you want to play?  

Ever yours,

-Kai

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Took this for a dear friend with a thing for tickling and hands "that have been involved in things they love."

I haven't forgotten about you all though. Hope everyone is doing well. 

-Kai 

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Indefinite Hiatus

Gunna be taking a bit of a break from this page. Severe lack of inspiration and the impossibly slow rate of outputting content just isn't workin out. Plus with school starting up again I'm need to make sure I get off to a good start. 

Feel free to unfollow and what not if you feel the need. I won't hold it against ya. And while I can't say exactly when I'll be back, I solemnly swear that when I return it'll be with a bang.

I love you all. Stay gold, kiddies.

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So what if someone hugged you and then started tickling you? :P

They’d best hope they’re stronger than me, otherwise that might not go over so well for ‘em~

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Boxers or briefs?

Boxer briefs. 

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Oh dude you like Soul Eater? Fancy yourself as Stein, eh? That's absolutely doki doki material. Gotta love mad scientists.

I know, right? Stein’s a cool dude. Strong as dicks, but with a fatal flaw. It works. 

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What are you like in your real life? Like you sound like the kind of person that runs stuff in your circle of friends and has girls falling all over them. Like you know how to manipulate people (not in a bad way, you just seems charismatic). But maybe I'm wrong....

I do run stuff, but usually only when things need to get done. If me and the chums are just kicking back dicking around then I just go with whatever. 

Charismatic, huh? Well, that's definitely a good thing...but I'd like to think I'm more trustworthy than anything else. 

In all honesty, you'd have better luck asking someone who knows me as opposed to actually asking me. 

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If I said it was my birthday, would you tickle me~?

Well I mean I'd probably wish you a happy birthday and grill you delicious food first...

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For your next audio post can you just fap so we can all hear what you sound like when you cum? :3

Ahahahaha...

...What?

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Which make the better 'lees? Those who are submissive and ready for a good time, or those who put up a fight?

"Better" is a completely subjective term. There’s no universal law that suggests one kind of ‘lee is better than another.

Now, in terms of personal preference…I lean more towards the second. I like a challenge, be it physical, verbal, mental, whatever. After all, what good is a victory you didn’t earn, right? 

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you say you have good reflexes right? as soon as they took their first step towards you were one step ahead? prove it.

I saw this ask coming before you even sent it. 

How's that for proving it?

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Yeah, I meant 'lers. >.< I was trying to be all probing and inquisitive to see how scary you could really be and I feel like an idiot for that mistake. But wow I am not disappointed by your response anyways. What would it take to get you in that sadistic zone, exactly? Or is that too invasive?

Don't feel like an idiot. It happens all the time, trust me! Glad you dug the answer, though. I had fun typing that one out.

What does it take? Consent. Consent and a thorough understandng of what you're getting yourself into. I mean, as much of a fantasy as mindbreak is for me I'm decidedly not in the business of actually traumatizing anyone. Ya know what I mean?

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Under any circumstances are you a playful, harmless 'ler?

Oh, sure. Not every situation calls for me revealing all my tricks, after all. I know when certain things are appropriate and when they aren't.

Though harmless ain't a word I'd use to describe myself. ...How about effective? Let's go with that. Always effective.

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Kaiiiiiiiiii come tickle my feet

Not gunna make it easy on me, are ya?

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God fucking damn. You are so scary it's uncontrolably hot.

I'm only scary when I'm in the zone, I promise. 

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That's such a hunch I think you had a bunch! either way. I love the you that is U, and all that do!

A bunch hunch? Nay, twas but a once hunch that were had. The me that is I, is it? It is clear, understood, for even the blind I sees all. 

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Could you describe to us how you're sadistic as compared to other 'lees? *steeples my fingers in mild intrigue as I wait for an answer*

I’m gunna go ahead and assume you mean other ‘lers?

Personally I’d say it’s because of this: The sexual aspect of tickling isn’t my primary concern. Don’t get me wrong; it IS sexual to me, and I would indulge in the sexual aspect of it, but only if I have very specific and very well defined relationship with my victim. Otherwise, it’s just not the main focus. I don’t really care much to try that hard to get off to it.

Nor do I care how much you get off. 

Now I know you probably think “Oh big deal, you ain’t no special snowflake for that,” but hear me out a second. If you’re reading this, chances are you have a tickle fetish. And chances are if you have that, you’re very into the sexual aspect of tickling. So if you, as a ‘lee, wanted to get tickled, there’s likely a sexual context to it. “Turn me on, make me cum,” basically. Assuming the situation is appropriate, I mean.

Right?

Same with ‘ler’s these days. I feel like there are a lot of us out there that would be into tickling with one hand and beating off with the other. After all, we love what we do. So much so that we want to get off to it just like you. After all, what’s hotter than seeing a squirming, helpless, and aroused ‘lee at your disposal reacting specifically to what you’re doing to them?

Right?

So one is tickling, one is being tickled, and you’re both insanely turned on and a tickle fight becomes all hot and steamy and you might fuck and it’ll be all gravy when you’re both basking in the afterglow of it all.

Right?

But see, the thing about that is that there’s a defintive end point. There’s a goal. There’s a spot that you both know is being worked towards. You want to be tickled ideally to cum a few times, and I’m sure that’s something your ‘ler understands. You want to tickle and get an orgasm or two out of it, and I’m sure that’s something your ‘lee gets. And that’s all well and good; do your thing, jelly bean.  

But what if you remove that understanding? What if you find yourself at the mercy of someone who doesn’t play to your goals? Suddenly the light at the end of the tunnel, your metaphorical limit, is no longer in sight. Suddenly “Okay, three orgasms will be nice” doesn’t apply. Suddenly you can’t be like “Well, he’s gunna nut once so all I have to do is hold out until then,” cuz my pants ain’t even unzipped. Instantly you are sent spiraling into darkness with no sense of depth or distance. Suddenly you’re lost and at the mercy of someone whose goals you do not know. So you can’t say when it’ll stop. You can’t rest your head on that information of knowing the goals that are being worked towards.

You don’t know because I’m not the same.  

I wanna watch you squirm, writhe, and wriggle. I want to hear you laugh, and beg, and plead. And I’ll do it at my own discretion. Beg me to stop and very well may keep going. Beg me to keep going and I very well may leave the room. Even if you get so turned on, so aroused, so mind nummbingly horny that all you can think is “Screw the tickling, I just want to be fucked!” It. Won’t. Matter.

My goal is not to get you off. My goal is not to get off myself. My goal is my goal and you will not know it.

Think for a second. Tell me that isn’t wicked. Tell me it doesn’t scare you to have every shred of control stripped from you. Tell me it doesn’t frighten you to play a game you don’t even know the rules to. Tell me you aren’t a little worried at the prospect of becoming totally and completely the embodiment of the word “Helpless.”

Tell me that isn’t sadistic.

And tell me it doesn’t make you at least a little bit curious.