It just recently hit me that my body is in fact, weird, especially in the tickling department. My ticklish sensors are both annoyingly sensitive and higly off at the same time. What I’m about to describe to you is in no shape or form of exaggeration. This is my body, being weird.
One of my tickle hotspots lies on the right side of my waist (don’t even dare), and it becomes the most active when I’m thinking about…said waist. That’s right. Since I am typing this, it also means that I’m automatically thinking about it. So I’m being slightly tickled at the waist at this very moment. My own body can tickle myself. How brutally screwed up is that?
There must be something psychological about it, you know? I’ve probably been tickled at the waist by annoying relatives, asshole brothers and that one creepy kid who had a crush on me in kindergarten all of my life, so now every time I even focus on my right waist, my body cringes and prepares for the tickle-fest (when they’re really isn’t one).
Here’s the second part. When my boyfriend and I nap together (we like naps), he sometimes spoons me (we like spooning). Every time I feel his breathing down on the back of my neck, it tickles the right side of my ass cheek. I’m not kidding and it happens Every. Damn. Time. You would think his manly breath would tickle the back of my neck because that’s where it’s coming in contact with, but no, my body is all sorts of screwed up, wires are probably crossed, thus one side of my ass cheek ends up getting the tickle-rape.
I can never be spooned again.