Nylons, high heels, tickling and family...

*Whew* now that was an exciting month - and yet, still more exciting things are afoot - but I'll keep you appraised of those as they appear. So what am I talking about today? Fetish.

I've talked about tickle fetish before - and it seems it's becoming a little more widely understood and accepted in recent times than it ever has before. Perhaps because it's just so easy to get into; all you really need is a gentle caress and some mischievous fingers... So after the conclusion of the Tess Series, I am currently writing Nylon Dreams - the second book in my Tickled Series. It is mainly about the fetish of tickling, and is definitely bound up with nylons and high heels too. Why would nylons have anything to do with tickling you might ask? Well. The answer lies with the fact that tickling is all about sensations, light sensations leading to sensory overload. With whips and floggers and spanking, the sensation is often sharp or heavy, but with tickling, enhancing that lighter sensation is everything, and this is where Nylons come in. You can test the difference for yourself, and just imagine what would happen if someone else was dragging their fingers oh so slowly and lightly across your stockinged flesh? The intensity of the tickle is magnified incredibly, and well, there's also the visual stimulation of such beautiful lingerie - every little helps...

Nylons and tickling is the focus of this book - naturally, it provides so many fantastic opportunities for mischief - but also, as with all things, we don't live in a world of pure fetish 100% of the time - life must have balance. And that means family too. In Tickled Pink, Ellie found her Prince Charming, even if he was a little damaged, it was of no matter, they fell in love. One thing has led to another and in Nylon Dreams, they are married with children and another on the way. Having a family does not eradicate fetishistic feelings - if you have them, they're part of you, and as for Mark and Ellie, tickling is a huge part of who they are. It brought them together - it's what keeps them strong. So in Nylon Dreams - you can see for yourself how they combine their fetishes with a family life... and external threats...

Needless to say - I'll leave the teasing at that point and perhaps - how about an excerpt to see if I can entice you to try a little innocent tickle torture with your significant other....

A tease from Nylon Dreams

Moving his right hand slowly, he detailed intricate patterns over the top of her foot, up to her ankle, along her calf and to the sweet spot behind her knee. He felt her tense momentarily, but she didn’t try to escape, she simply let out a sigh of pleasure – that at least, he recognised. She shifted slightly, stretching and sighing, sliding her feet luxuriously over his crotch, a sensation he couldn’t help but react to. He felt himself swell and thicken as she expertly rubbed him through his trousers, she may not be ticklish at the moment, but it was clear she wanted to carry on this particular course of events. Sliding his hand down her thigh, her dress slipped away revealing her lacy stocking tops and a glimpse of purple satin and lace panties – he simply adored her lingerie choices. He was without a doubt, a very lucky man. He looked down and watched as she rubbed the length of his shaft with her feet. Tingles shot through him as the triple layer of material, his cotton boxers, woollen suit trousers, and her slippery nylon, rubbed and teased him to complete distraction. Groaning he gripped her ankles, holding her still, lifting her right leg to his lips as he kissed the inside of her ankle lightly, and moved slowly up her leg. Slowly dropping onto his knees, he held her legs open as gently as he could, savouring the tease of the nylon shimmering across the skin of his cheeks and neck.

Stopping momentarily he checked she was comfortable, it was in positions like this that the hip dysplasia would cause her the most intense pain. As the baby grew, it was gradually dislocating her hips – a condition more common than many realised, and as the birth grew closer, it would only get worse. But for now, she seemed comfortable, her eyes closed, lips parted slightly, lying on the cushions, stretched out, her neck extended so invitingly. Oh the fun he could have with a feather and her delicate throat, but for tonight, there was only one goal. He would bring her to climax if it was the last breath he took. Slowly working his way down her inner thighs, her scent of arousal filled his senses, his head spun almost as if he was drunk on her. 

Waiting a few beats to see if he could hear little feet sneaking down the stairs, he satisfied himself that he couldn’t, and slipped his work tie out of his pocket. Keeping it hidden in his hand, he leaned over Ellie and kissed her lightly on the lips, taking both of her wrists gently, and before she had a chance to protest, tying them loosely together. Pulling away from their kiss, he then hooked her bound wrists behind her head. Easy for her to escape if she needed to, but enough of a restriction to give her the sensation of helplessness she adored - always a concern when their children were as inquisitive as Sherlock Holmes. Looking down, deep into her eyes, he studied her expression. She looked back at him, half smiling, concentrating, she was clearly aroused but she was also masking a lot of pain – and not the pleasurable sort. There was a tightness around her jaw that belied a grit and determination to push through her suffering, and her complexion was drawn and pale. He tried to remember the last time he’d seen the charming blush of her cheeks but it must’ve been at least a month, perhaps even longer. But for now, she appeared to be enjoying his attentions, and his need to have her laughing beneath his fingers paled into insignificance with how much he needed to give her relief from her suffering, and the endorphins from an intense orgasm would surely do that.

Kissing her once more, he continued a trail of butterfly kisses down her neck, whilst pulling her light jersey wrap-over dress apart at the bust, exposing her purple lace bra, matching her panties perfectly. Sliding a hand inside the inviting lace, he folded each cup over so that her breasts were freed from their confinement, but still pointing up and outward for his enjoyment. Her large red nipples were hard now, the sight causing him to breathe out heavily as the aching in his groin intensified. He longed to rub himself against her, feeling her warmth and softness, but he daren’t put his full weight on her. So he simply remained on all fours, and dipped his head to take her nipples in his mouth, treating each in turn. Swirling his tongue gently, he flicked and sucked and nipped her erect peaks. He delighted in her squirming and quiet whimpering, despite whatever pain she was enduring, she was very clearly nearing orgasm. Starting to kiss down her body further, he gave one last pinch to her nipples, and kissed the full swell of their growing baby. “Forgive me for ravishing your mother” he thought as he planted an extra kiss on her stomach for his child, and continued his journey to his final destination.

Without breaking pace for a minute, he hooked her panties to one side and dipped his head between her legs. Peppering kisses on her mound, sucking each of her labia into his mouth and nibbling them gently, the swollen flesh tasting so sweet to him. He considered that it was often the things you miss the most that offer the most delicious rewards. Lapping her juices, he teased her engorged clit with the very tip of his tongue, lightly tickling in tandem as he could not resist skittering his fingers along her hip bone, across the underside of her bump. He had thought perhaps that if she was aroused - her skin sensitised, that maybe, just maybe, she might be a little ticklish again. Mark tested a number of areas of bare flesh, desperately trying to elicit a response, any sort of ticklish pleasure from her - but much to his continued anguish, nothing worked. Not one twitch or movement to escape. The growing ball of frustration hardened in the pit of his stomach as each of his attempts failed. “None of this is about you Mark” he thought as he tried his hardest to focus on the situation in hand. “Finish this, give her what she needs”. Gritting his teeth, he plunged a finger inside her, whilst lapping her clit with the flat of his tongue, increasing the pressure as frenzied gasps greeted his ears. He continued his assault on her as he slipped his tongue alongside his finger, her wetness flowing like a river now. Moving down further, he feathered his tongue around her anus, causing Ellie to arch her back and cry out as her breathing became more ragged. Sliding another finger inside her and adding one to her now lubricated ass, he went back to sucking her clit as he felt her body tense beneath him. Onward, focussed now, he was not going to stop until he had attained the goal he had given himself, and as her whimpers continued, he knew he was so close to victory. Just a few seconds more and he was rewarded by Ellie’s shuddering body, her thighs clamping around his head as she spasmed with pleasure, losing control of her limbs, and yet he continued still. He knew he could force another orgasm from her, and one was never enough in his mind. 

Tickling - Pleasure or torture?

It doesn’t matter how many times I discuss it, or with how many different people, it never fails to surprise me the varying reactions which occur for the topic of tickling. I suppose it’s the ‘Marmite’ effect as we call it here in the UK, you either love it, or hate it. I have yet to find anyone who has stated ‘Tickling? Well, I can take it or leave it really’, and it is that lack of indifference which drew me to the practice like a moth to a flame. Just what is it about tickling that either sends shimmers of delight coursing through your veins, or has your skin crawling in terror? There are a number of themes to explore, two of which I will detail here, however it is a very complex fetish, and can be combined with many other quirks. Apologies for the brevity of my musings, but I am happy to discuss and expand more if I pique your curiosity!

To tickle lightly or not to tickle lightly?

Let’s start with the science bit. There are two technical names for tickling, knismesis and gargalesis. As old faithful Wikipedia states it:- “Knismesis and gargalesis are the scientific terms, coined in 1897 by psychologists G. Stanley Hall and Arthur Allin,[1] used to describe the two types of tickling. Knismesis refers to the light, feather-like type of tickling. This type of tickling generally does not induce laughter and is often accompanied by an itching sensation.[2] Gargalesis refers to harder, laughter-inducing tickling, and involves the repeated application of high pressure to sensitive areas.[2] This “heavy tickle” is often associated with play and laughter.” Essentially, light or heavy tickling. I rather have an appreciation of tickling myself as I enjoy a light drag across my soles from time to time, and there’s nothing more relaxing than a light tickly caress. I tend to find fetishists fall into one group or the other with regard to heavy or light tickling, it is very rare you will find a ticklee who enjoys both. The tickler however, may choose to practice both types of tickling, but I’ve not found a situation yet where they’re practiced on the same person. I think this has mostly to do with the fact that they’re both such wildly different sensations. With knismesis, it is a much more sensual, teasing caress, designed to make the skin goosebump, to sensitise the skin as much as possible, but with gargalesis, it can become painful from increased pressure in sensitive spots, and bruising can occur if you are not careful, or you’re unlucky enough to be prone to bruises.

In Tickled Pink, I explored sensual tickling, as although both practices are considered highly erotic, for me, it was easier to understand the sensual and light touches as being something tender and loving, and innately sexual. Something else to remember is that either style of tickling is a high endurance activity. Huge trust is required for the ticklee as they are often tied down, and when laughter begins, there are elements of breath control involved. I’m sure you can think of a time when you have laughed so hard that you found yourself short of breath? The same is also true here, however in an often more intense fashion. The tolerances of each ticklee must be carefully observed to save harm occurring, and of course if restraint is involved, with any bondage activity, a quick release must be provided at all time. Finally, it’s not just the ticklee who could find themselves in trouble as the gleeful tickler may find a thrashing limb come loose and make contact if a knot has worked itself free, so they must be vigilant for their own safety too.

What and who to tickle with?

The good thing about tickling is you don’t really need any specialised tools to partake, just some wriggling fingers is more than enough in most cases. However, if you decide you need a little something else, there are a number of favourites, some of which are obvious, others that are perhaps not so obvious. For example, feathers and brushes, large and small are all implements that are associated with tickling, even in the most innocent of circumstances. Then you have harder objects that you may not think could have such ticklish effects, like a comb, or a pencil, or even a vibrator used lightly across skin, pretty much anything you can think of can be used in a devilishly evil fashion! So once you’ve selected your instruments of torture, just who can you tickle? I have found that it doesn’t appear gender specific. The male isn’t generally the tickler and the female isn’t always the ticklee. As with the gender equality, so is the power exchange balance, many ticklers consider themselves Switch, with desire both to tickle and be tickled. Yes, there are some that remain defined by Dominant and submissive roles, but I notice more than any other fetish I’ve explored that Switches appear plentiful. Sexual orientation doesn’t seem to be a huge bother either, with many Bisexual, Gay and Lesbian couples and groups enjoying the freedom it brings. Indeed groups can often be a large part of tickle play – what could be more pleasure or more torture than lots of hands wriggling across your body?

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There is so much more to the genre that I can detail here, the ‘Nylon tickle’, ‘Sexual tickling’ etc but if you wish to delve further into the topic yourself, there is a wealth of information available to research. Tickling Media Forum, FetLife, and many more I probably haven’t even encountered yet! If you thought yourself indifferent about tickling before, perhaps you can close your eyes and think back to that last time someone ‘accidentally’ tickled you. Did you want to get away from them at any cost? Or did you feel a tingle flutter deep in your stomach at the thought of returning that tickle, or being helpless to their fingers? So – if I’ve whetted your appetites, here’s the synopsis and an excerpt from my latest release! Enjoy – if you dare…

Tickled Pink by Tessa Wanton available now

She moved us in her first book, TheTraining of Tess, as she explored the fine line of submissive training. Now, Tessa Wanton is exploring not only the world of BDSM but the world of Fetishes in this Erotic Romance.

NaughtyNights Press is proud to announce Ms. Wanton’s second book

Tickled Pink!

Synopsis

Ellie Cassidy is a confident and efficient Executive PA with an extremely demanding boss, Mark. Ever capable, she knows that he would be lost without her, but what Ellie doesn’t realize, is quite how much he does need her. One day when she is locking up the office for the evening, she is abducted and subjected to an experience which changes her life forever. Mysteriously tortured in a most unexpected way, terrified beyond anything she had ever felt before, she discovers that some agony is sweet enough to stir her, even against her will.

Shocked by the turn of events, Ellie grows closer to her captor – her boss –and a torrid love affair sizzles between them, showing just how deep Mark’s passion for her runs. Experimenting with new and exciting erotic situations, she is shown a world of delight, filled with laughter and tickling, and other kinky pleasures. Wrapped up completely in Mark, she falls deeply in love with him, until one fateful weekend when he reveals a deep, dark secret which threatens to destroy everything between them – and everything she had ever known about him.

Laughter, terror and high-heeled shoes abound in this tale of discovery and love, never before has tickling been so appealing! But, one final question stands in the way of their everlasting happiness. Will Ellie be able to overcome the shattering revelation that Mark has to declare?

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