can i order prednisone online Senior year of high school I was cast as The Nurse at a local all boys high school’s production of Romeo and Juliet. Towards the end of the run, there were a few cast parties. I remember one in particular.
This party I wore a warm sweater over a low cut shirt. I wore the sweater on the way to the party, and took it off once inside. And then my sweater was stolen til I had to leave.
In the interim, one boy in particular started paying attention to me. I found this a little odd, since it seemed like he barely noticed me throughout the run of the play.
We talked a bit, but then he began to tickle me.
I am very ticklish. Immediately I started laughing my head off. I wriggled, squirmed. I smiled and cackled and greatly enjoyed this new found attention, all because I’d chosen this particular shirt.
As the night wore on, I drifted here and there in and out of conversations. He followed me, attack tickles when I least expected them.
There were parents at the party, and I was a bit selfconcious, their eyes occasionally on the two of us.
Once, he came up behind me, danced his fingers over my skin, and I bent over laughing as I had before. Then I saw one of the parents look at us in a way that screamed stop. My hands went to the boy’s hands and gracely pulled them off my body.
When it was time to go, I remember all of a sudden feeling dejected. I realize now it was because, for the first time, I was the center of attention for a boy and I didn’t want that to end.
As an adult, I can glean more from my giggly time than I realized in the moment.
The way I looked at the boy each time he ceased his torment, my breath heavy, my skin flushed.
How, even when he was semi-stalking me, I reveled in the attention.
Urges, desires deep down that I didn’t recognize or understand, but enjoyed.
It was flirtation, physical and intimate. His chest against my back. His hips against my ass.
And I was oblivious.
I don’t mention it much, but I actually love to be tickled. Because I am so reactive, the laughing puts me instantly in a good mood. And the experience also has the lovely side effect of my rapid arousal, I suspect from my memorable teenage experience.
When thinking about tickling in general, I know I have a skewed view. There is the vanilla representation of it being playful, which I completely agree with, but I also finding it incredibly sexy.
Two or more people, bodies near or against each other. One intentionally exploring possibly intimate places to garner a visceral reaction.
To quote a local community leader, That Hot.
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