i am very ticklish and i cant help laughing even if i am angry ;) i don't stay angry for long

I'm extremely ticklish, you don't even have to touch me and I just start laughing or dodging your finger! I hate when I'm trying to be serious or am mad and my husband starts tickling me, it's really frustrating. He's trained himself not to laugh so I can nevr get him back. What's with that anyway? Do men feel that it's not manly to be ticklish?

OMG I'm so ticklish. It pisses me off when I get tickled even if I'm not mad or angry. I start to cry, because it hurts me.

I am tickilish to a point that is a bit absurd. If I know you're trying to tickle me, I'll laugh and react without you even touching me.

Actually, when I'm tickled it hurts. I suppose that means I'm extreamly ticklish. I actually hate being tickled, people dont seem to get that and most people assume I'm a bit confused so they tickle me *again* (then I get angry, and then end up getting tickled agin becuase they think it'll make me happy).

what is hate is the humiliation and frustration of being beaten in a wrestling match by a certain woman who defeats me by wearing down my defences by tickling me in my weak spots. I am a 35 year old woman who has a very adversarial relationship with my sister-in-law, call her Jane. We simply detest each other. Last month, we had an argument and started pushing each other. she put me in a headlock and asked me to give up. I got enraged and got out of the headlock and jumped on her, yelling in front of about 10 people that I was going to teach her a lesson. She is much smaller than me and about 10 years younger. I put her in a head lock but she started poking my ribs which caused me to let go. We squared off again and I was panting, but she was totally calm, with this evil smile and then said "looks like fat-ass is ticklish! I got panicked at that point, because I am extremely ticklish and tried to protect my ribs but by doing that she slapped my face, which got me absolutely enraged. I then screamed and lunged at her but her damn fingers found my weak spot on my ribs and I laughed and let go again. I was now very embarrassed and was blushing with frustration, but we kept grapling and her fingers kept tickling my weak spots. I was getting completely exhausted trying to fight her off and not laugh, and then the worst thing happened- i was so worn out i couldnt even stop her from slapping me again. then i made my mistake and lunged at her but she tripped me and landed on top of me. to my absolute horror she straddled my chest and pinned my arms above my head helplessly, then slowly crawled up to pin my biceps with her knees. I used every ounce of strenght to stop this but I just couldnt- i was exhausted and panicked that i would be pinned with my arms useless to fight back. finally she got me- totally pinned with my face locked between her knees. I could see my friends looking away in embarrasment, and they stopped yelling encouragement to me. i think they were as ambarrased as I was. then Jane did the unthinkable- she placed her finger nails in my exposed and horribly ticlish armpits and asked me to beg for mercy. I just coulndt do it- and told her to screw off and that she was a fat pig. that was a really stupid move because she went to town on my pits. I went nuts, bucking and laughing like a hyena. one of my friends yelled "let her up, she's beat". I couldnt stop laughing and bucking, was now completely and utterly defeated. I felt such frustration and shame and letting this bitch get the better of me in this match. she stopped and asked me again to admit defeat. I had no choice, and weakly said "you got me". this really killed my to say that. then she said "say you have a fat ass" . I got enraged again and told her where to go, then started screaming "no god no please dont tickle my pits anymore" but she went to town again. finally she got up from me, and i was so exhausted i couldnt move. i was thoroughly and soundly beaten in every sense of the word

I used to be very ticklish. When I was a teen, my brother snuck up on me while I was reading and tickled my foot. My physical reaction to it resulted in my poor little brother's tooth being broken -- not out of anger, but from the kicking jerk the tickle caused. I have never been ticklish since.