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A few people have asked if I've ever had a partner who loved tickling, and the short answer is yes.

Last year I was living in England for six months as part of an internship program. While there, I met a girl who we'll call Callie. Callie and I happened to run into each other one night at a bar, and we exchanged numbers before parting ways and going home. We stayed in contact through texting in the following weeks and we were getting along great, prompting me to ask Callie on a second date, or our first official date.

We met at a small but nice restaurant in town. To help form a better picture of us, I'm about 5'9" tall and around 165 lb., with shoulder-length curly dark brown hair, light skin with freckles, brown eyes, and glasses. My build is average but my stomach is on the softer side, and I would call it "pudgy." Callie was about the same height as me but a bit slimmer, maybe 150 lb., with short cropped brown hair, big blue eyes, and tan skin, and she did football (not competitively) making her a bit more fit than me.

I showed up at the date in dark skinny jeans, a crop top and denim jacket, and sneakers. Callie wore a tight, form-fitting off-shoulder crop top, skinny jeans, and heels. We started off with a pleasant meal at the restaurant, after which we migrated to a nearby club for some dancing and drinking. At that point, we'd already had a bit to drink and I'm a lightweight, so I was feeling it.

Almost immediately after Callie and I got to the crowded club, we were at the bar waiting to get our drinks when Callie turned around quickly, not realizing how close by I was, and completely elbowed me in the stomach. Now, my belly is not at all defined, and it's a bit on the chubby side, so her elbow sank right into my soft tummy with no resistance.

It hurt a bit, although I was more surprised than anything, but Callie was much more upset about it that I was. She immediately started apologizing and rubbing my belly. Eventually I was able to assure her that I was fine, really, and we were able to get our drinks and do some dancing in the club. My tummy was a bit sore, but nothing major.

The whole time we were at the club, Callie kept touching my stomach and patting the spot she'd elbowed, and asking if I was alright. I kept assuring her that it was fine, and I let her touch my belly even though I flinched almost every time she did, just because I'm so ticklish. Eventually, after we'd had a lot to drink we headed out to a nearby park so we could sit and talk some more. At the park, Callie was rubbing my bare stomach, and saying stuff like, "Are you sure your belly's feeling okay? You don't have a bellyache?"

I was drunk and Callie had been touching my belly the whole night so I finally said, "Really, my belly's fine, I'm just ticklish."

Callie was immediately fascinated by that, and she started wiggling her fingers over my stomach and saying, "Really? Your belly's ticklish? So this tickles?" And I was a drunk mess so I was just giggling and squirming while this cute girl tickled me... until she got a little close to my belly button and I blurted out, "Nohohot thehehere!"

So of course, she was determined to find out what spot I didn't want her tickling. After tickling all over my belly, she accidentally poked a finger into my belly button and of course I burst out laughing. I swear, she lit up and started wiggling her finger around in my navel saying, "You have a ticklish belly button? That's so cute! This must really tickle, huh? I've never met anyone with such a ticklish little belly button!"

Eventually I pleaded off on the fact that my tummy was full of wine and beer and couldn't possibly handle any more tickling, and Callie and I spent a bit more time together before we left and went home. As we continued seeing each other, she kept tickling me. Not often, but perhaps once a week. I would be lying on the couch with my shirt ridden up, or wearing a crop top, or lounging around in pajamas, and she would give my belly and belly button a quick (or sometimes more prolonged) tickle.

I tickled her a few times as well, but Callie was only ticklish on her feet. And even then, she wasn't nearly as ticklish as me. She just wasn't a very ticklish person at all, and it was clear that she preferred tickling me over being tickled herself.

At the end of my internship I moved back to the States, and although we're still in touch and good friends, we realized that long-distance just wouldn't work for us. Hence, I'm no longer dating someone who tickles me. However, having had a partner who tickled me, I've realized that I definitely want to date more people who will!

Description

A few people have asked if I've ever had a partner who loved tickling, and the short answer is yes.

Last year I was living in England for six months as part of an internship program. While there, I met a girl who we'll call Callie. Callie and I happened to run into each other one night at a bar, and we exchanged numbers before parting ways and going home. We stayed in contact through texting in the following weeks and we were getting along great, prompting me to ask Callie on a second date, or our first official date.

We met at a small but nice restaurant in town. To help form a better picture of us, I'm about 5'9" tall and around 165 lb., with shoulder-length curly dark brown hair, light skin with freckles, brown eyes, and glasses. My build is average but my stomach is on the softer side, and I would call it "pudgy." Callie was about the same height as me but a bit slimmer, maybe 150 lb., with short cropped brown hair, big blue eyes, and tan skin, and she did football (not competitively) making her a bit more fit than me.

I showed up at the date in dark skinny jeans, a crop top and denim jacket, and sneakers. Callie wore a tight, form-fitting off-shoulder crop top, skinny jeans, and heels. We started off with a pleasant meal at the restaurant, after which we migrated to a nearby club for some dancing and drinking. At that point, we'd already had a bit to drink and I'm a lightweight, so I was feeling it.

Almost immediately after Callie and I got to the crowded club, we were at the bar waiting to get our drinks when Callie turned around quickly, not realizing how close by I was, and completely elbowed me in the stomach. Now, my belly is not at all defined, and it's a bit on the chubby side, so her elbow sank right into my soft tummy with no resistance.

It hurt a bit, although I was more surprised than anything, but Callie was much more upset about it that I was. She immediately started apologizing and rubbing my belly. Eventually I was able to assure her that I was fine, really, and we were able to get our drinks and do some dancing in the club. My tummy was a bit sore, but nothing major.

The whole time we were at the club, Callie kept touching my stomach and patting the spot she'd elbowed, and asking if I was alright. I kept assuring her that it was fine, and I let her touch my belly even though I flinched almost every time she did, just because I'm so ticklish. Eventually, after we'd had a lot to drink we headed out to a nearby park so we could sit and talk some more. At the park, Callie was rubbing my bare stomach, and saying stuff like, "Are you sure your belly's feeling okay? You don't have a bellyache?"

I was drunk and Callie had been touching my belly the whole night so I finally said, "Really, my belly's fine, I'm just ticklish."

Callie was immediately fascinated by that, and she started wiggling her fingers over my stomach and saying, "Really? Your belly's ticklish? So this tickles?" And I was a drunk mess so I was just giggling and squirming while this cute girl tickled me... until she got a little close to my belly button and I blurted out, "Nohohot thehehere!"

So of course, she was determined to find out what spot I didn't want her tickling. After tickling all over my belly, she accidentally poked a finger into my belly button and of course I burst out laughing. I swear, she lit up and started wiggling her finger around in my navel saying, "You have a ticklish belly button? That's so cute! This must really tickle, huh? I've never met anyone with such a ticklish little belly button!"

Eventually I pleaded off on the fact that my tummy was full of wine and beer and couldn't possibly handle any more tickling, and Callie and I spent a bit more time together before we left and went home. As we continued seeing each other, she kept tickling me. Not often, but perhaps once a week. I would be lying on the couch with my shirt ridden up, or wearing a crop top, or lounging around in pajamas, and she would give my belly and belly button a quick (or sometimes more prolonged) tickle.

I tickled her a few times as well, but Callie was only ticklish on her feet. And even then, she wasn't nearly as ticklish as me. She just wasn't a very ticklish person at all, and it was clear that she preferred tickling me over being tickled herself.

At the end of my internship I moved back to the States, and although we're still in touch and good friends, we realized that long-distance just wouldn't work for us. Hence, I'm no longer dating someone who tickles me. However, having had a partner who tickled me, I've realized that I definitely want to date more people who will!