I Love Talking About Tickling

Most of my stories are college-related, it's where I was finally able to shed my inhibitions and be who I want to be. My first roommate in the dorms was a lanky, self-described "real dork" and she was! We soon developed our own brand of corny humor and became familiar enough with each other to share playful bumps and shoves, to kid and take turns playing practical jokes on each other. One evening, we got back to our room after eating at the cafeteria and I just decided I couldn't resist another second and I launched into a full-on tickle attack. Tickling is an obsession of mine and has been since I can remember- first with family and relatives, then with friends and crushes. I was delighted to discover that Lena, my fun roomie, was hysterically ticklish from ears to soft soles and I was the first to relent because my own hands were tired! She promptly rallied and gave me the same sort of tickle attack I'd inflicted on her. We were tickle buddies the rest of our freshman year. She found a boyfriend eventually and so we tickled less often- I'm into other females- but that first burst of tickling activity makes me tingly to this very day.