Tits and Ask: My Girlfriend Won’t Stop Laughing During Sex

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My girlfriend is super fucking ticklish. To the point that whenever we’re in bed, the slightest friction against her will set her off laughing. At first it was a turn-off. After a year, I got used to it. But now as we get into our second year together, it’s really becoming an issue for me. Is asking her to seek medical help out of the question?

KEN SAYS: First of all — and I ask this with all due respect — are you sure she’s laughing because she’s ticklish? I mean, I’m pretty ticklish, too. But if a lady’s working me with her mouth like it’s 140 degrees in the shade and my cock is the last cherry popsicle on earth, you could fire thirty rounds of feathers at my armpits and it probably wouldn’t phase me.

Even if it is solely due to ticklishness, that’s still not all that great. Because laughter really is the last thing you want to hear coming out of the woman you’re having sex with, second only perhaps to vomit or, “By the way, my name’s Robert.” I have a hard enough time maintaining focus while fucking as it is; wondering if a woman’s laughter was caused by a tickle or my ridiculously inadequate penis would cause a complete system shutdown.

Don’t get me wrong; some laughter during sex can be awesome. It’s way better than crying–which is another sort of problem altogether–and if it’s accompanied by a little playfulness, it can often intensify the mood. But a woman seized in a fit of guffaws while I’m trying to guide the Denmark Express through foreign waters? That’s not gonna work.

I don’t know if you want to suggest medical help, but you clearly need to address the problem. Where, precisely, is she most ticklish? Is it her stomach or her sides? Tell her to slap a T-shirt on and get fucking. Is it her legs or feet? A pair of knee-high socks might help that out. Is it her neck? Ask her to wear a scarf. You might think you’re screwing Nanook of the North, but if she stops laughing, it’ll all be worth it.

ARIEL SAYS: *donotmakeTickleMeElmojoke, donotmakeTickleMeElmojoke…*

Ahem. Well, after extensive research (read: Googled “freakish sensitivity to being tickled”) it seems it may be psychological, i.e., a defense mechanism. Therefore, it may be up to her to decide (or not) to deal with this.

One example given is for her to say to herself, “I am a car. Cars are not ticklish.” In other words, she talks herself out of it. Of course, if I had to do this exercise, I’d be all, “I am Beyonce. Beyonce is not ticklish.” And then use that same formula for not going to work (“I am Beyonce. Beyonce is above that cubicle-pleb bullshit”) and not paying my rent (“I am Beyonce. Beyonce does not pay rent, landlords pay Beyonce, etc.”)

But back to you, dear. I can see what used to be funny, like OMG, so cute when you giggle and squirm like that, has now become, oh fucking Christ I BARELY touched you and you sound like a hyena going through PTSD at Burning Man, could you PLEASE pull y’self together?!? So, is she getting as sick of it as you are? Is it a way for her to get attention? Is it an excuse to not get intimate (or kill the mood?) It may indeed be a sign of something deeper going on (and less humorous.)

So yeah, I encourage you to have the talk, at the very least to see where her head is at. If she refuses to seek help or thinks you are a perpetual wet blanket to her perpetual case of the giggles, it may be time to retire… TICKLE ME ELMO (sorry, sorry, sorry!!!)

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