My Ticklish Beginings: The First Ten MinutesSo, hi.My Ticklish Beginings: The First Ten Minutes1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes
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I'm Aaron. Yes, that's my real name. It's common enough, right? The scary internet murderers can't find me with just "Aaron" right? I'm totally safe. But yeah. Aaron's the name. I'm 18, I'm a dude – in case you weren't sure despite the dude name and all – and, well, the main thing you need to know about me is: I'm ticklish. I'm very ticklish. Super, ultra, mega, hyper, omega-type ticklish. There are not enough modifiers in the freaking dictionary to express how ticklish I am. It's nuts. It's awful. I can't stand it. I hate it more than anything else in the world.
And I love it, too. I don't know how to explain it, to be honest. While I'm being tickled, it's utter misery. It's torture, pure and simple. I want it to stop. I beg, I scream, I bargain. There have been times when I would rather peel off my skin with my own teeth than endure even one more second of tickling. But when it's over... when the tickling is tucked safely away in my memory... some masochistic corner of my bra