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I almost always had a foot fetish. Not just any feet. I like pretty feet (whatever that means to me). And this is since I was 5 years old. It was not a sex-related turn on at first. But I knew I was into feet...since forever.
I was recently trying to remember when I first knew I had a tickling fetish. An old friend (female) sent me some pictures from when I was 16 to 20 years old...working during the summers at summer camp. And now...I remember. I was surrounded by pretty women. And eventually, I was bold enough to try some things. But here are the combination of incidents that let me know that Tickling was a thing for me.
One.
There was this Asian American woman. I was 19, she was 18. Beautiful. She was the friend of a woman who would wind up being my "girlfriend" later. Anyway, "Gabby" didn't necessarily even like me that much. I had been at the camp for years and was popular; it was her first year. Anyway, I used to ham it up with the women. Just playing. But my litter undercover perversity was that I would try to sneak in a public tickle. I was mostly just interested in who was ticklish or not. Nothing sexual or invasive or abusive.
Well one day, we were at the pool...and I was just saying hello and making my rounds. Someone saw Gabby and us next to us and asked us to pose for a couple of pictures. We agreed. I put one arm around her. And then with my other hand, I kind of moved "innocently" to her armpit and gave a little tickle. Well. She EXPLODED in laughter. I mean looking right into my face...and screaming laughing. Loud. In front of everyone. She did not try to pull away. The pictures came out beautiful...I still have one of them. And it's been 30 years now. Anyway...once that happened...I knew she was ticklish. Extremely. And sometimes we would be in the same place. And she would say "Oh God, I know you're gonna tickle me." And I would smile and say..."Yep". And she would scream with laughter. I was in heaven. A little later, I felt guilty because I was certainly aroused by the tickling. I thought that was unfair. So I tapered off. But she would sometimes say..."You're going to tickle me now aren't you?" Wow. Again, she didn't really even like me that much. But she definitely liked to be tickled. A fetish for me was almost born.
Two
Christie was 18 too. She was only at camp for a year. One day, she pranked me with whipped cream...spraying it all over me. Hilarious. So I tackled her and began to tickle as my revenge. Usually, ladies try to escape. This woman was interesting. She had a sort of low, gut-based, grunting laugh as I tickled. She did not try to get away. She was moving into it. In fact, as I tried to pull away...she actually held me in place. She was into the tickling. And it was awkward for me...because I loved it...but we were in a public place with lots of people. So I was self conscious.
Soon after we cross paths again. And she was doing all kinds of silly things to try and annoy me or get my attention. Pretty funny...all in fun. And then she got this look in her eye and said "So now you are gonna have to punish me again, right?" We were in the Administration Office and she threw a pillow at me from the couch. So I pinned her down on the couch and started tickling. She had the same reaction as last time. I was on top of her and tickling...but this time she was actually sort of grinding on me...and I know she could tell that I had an erection. And she moved her body against it skillfully as I tickled. She used her hands and arms to hold me on her. But still...there were people around...so I let it go. But...I knew. And she knew. So she became a tickling sex partner for a little bit. Amazing. She wanted to be tickled before reaching orgasm. Wow. A fetish for me was in full effect.
Three
Elaine, the friend of Gabby was 19 when I was 21. I was into the older women (my age or above). But Elaine was hella cute. All the guys were on her. So I didn't really try anything. I was busy. Long story short, one of her suitors was playing with her one day...and he tickled a little bit...and she let out this gorgeous "squeal" (as he still calls it). Giggling away. OMG. I had to have some of that. I took it a little slow and we became friends. But by now, I have a protocol...I am a little bit trained in the "play". I remember we were sitting on a picnic table with kids and parents and staff all around. And Elaine said something silly at my expense. So I had to "get" her. Thus, I pulled off her little tennis shoes and socks...somewhat to get a look at her feet...but also to tickle them. Wow. Her feet were hella ticklish. And she squealed and laughed in front of everyone. And I kept going. The first time was kind of embarrassing to me...because I could not dare stand up after that or everyone would "know". So I sat there and played it off. But we started playing that game every day. She would sit on the picnic table, I would sit on the bench. She would have her legs draped over my shoulder. And we would find an excuse for me to take off her shoes and tickle her. My back was always to her. Yet one day, I must have turned to face her. She said, "Wow...look at the look on your face! You really like this!!!". LOL. Busted.
Elaine became my girl for part of the summer. We were intimate. But never had tickling sex. Just didn't happen. Mostly because I used to always leave at the end of the summer to go back to college out of state.
Hav
When I came home during my Junior Year, I didn't work at the camp; got a real job with the feds for summer. But Elaine was there. And she would call me. Insist that I come see her. I resisted. Not that I didn't want to. But I was busy. After a couple of weeks, Elaine put it on me over the phone. She said, " You know I am really cute today. All the things you like. I'm dressed all in pink. And my sandals are pink. And my toes are pink. My lipstick. And you do remember that I AM TICKLISH!" LOL. I was all over that. Left work early and went to see her. And it was amazing.
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All this was long ago. 30 years. We've been married and divorced. Have children. Live across the country. But we have been in touch. We still kind of flirt. She calls me Superman, I call her Wonder Woman. Her boyfriend broke up with her 7 months ago. So we were on the phone laughing and flirting tonight. And she was telling me how I need to fly home (she still lives in our hometown). I have been resisting. Busy. But she made me laugh tonight. She broke out that pink thing. And her giggling. And she added, seductively..."And you remember how ticklish I am". Bingo. So I agreed. And I told her that I will do it soon. "I want to be sure to get there before you have a new boyfriend". She giggled for several minutes.
True story. Old memories. But looking forward to making a couple of new ones.
I was recently trying to remember when I first knew I had a tickling fetish. An old friend (female) sent me some pictures from when I was 16 to 20 years old...working during the summers at summer camp. And now...I remember. I was surrounded by pretty women. And eventually, I was bold enough to try some things. But here are the combination of incidents that let me know that Tickling was a thing for me.
One.
There was this Asian American woman. I was 19, she was 18. Beautiful. She was the friend of a woman who would wind up being my "girlfriend" later. Anyway, "Gabby" didn't necessarily even like me that much. I had been at the camp for years and was popular; it was her first year. Anyway, I used to ham it up with the women. Just playing. But my litter undercover perversity was that I would try to sneak in a public tickle. I was mostly just interested in who was ticklish or not. Nothing sexual or invasive or abusive.
Well one day, we were at the pool...and I was just saying hello and making my rounds. Someone saw Gabby and us next to us and asked us to pose for a couple of pictures. We agreed. I put one arm around her. And then with my other hand, I kind of moved "innocently" to her armpit and gave a little tickle. Well. She EXPLODED in laughter. I mean looking right into my face...and screaming laughing. Loud. In front of everyone. She did not try to pull away. The pictures came out beautiful...I still have one of them. And it's been 30 years now. Anyway...once that happened...I knew she was ticklish. Extremely. And sometimes we would be in the same place. And she would say "Oh God, I know you're gonna tickle me." And I would smile and say..."Yep". And she would scream with laughter. I was in heaven. A little later, I felt guilty because I was certainly aroused by the tickling. I thought that was unfair. So I tapered off. But she would sometimes say..."You're going to tickle me now aren't you?" Wow. Again, she didn't really even like me that much. But she definitely liked to be tickled. A fetish for me was almost born.
Two
Christie was 18 too. She was only at camp for a year. One day, she pranked me with whipped cream...spraying it all over me. Hilarious. So I tackled her and began to tickle as my revenge. Usually, ladies try to escape. This woman was interesting. She had a sort of low, gut-based, grunting laugh as I tickled. She did not try to get away. She was moving into it. In fact, as I tried to pull away...she actually held me in place. She was into the tickling. And it was awkward for me...because I loved it...but we were in a public place with lots of people. So I was self conscious.
Soon after we cross paths again. And she was doing all kinds of silly things to try and annoy me or get my attention. Pretty funny...all in fun. And then she got this look in her eye and said "So now you are gonna have to punish me again, right?" We were in the Administration Office and she threw a pillow at me from the couch. So I pinned her down on the couch and started tickling. She had the same reaction as last time. I was on top of her and tickling...but this time she was actually sort of grinding on me...and I know she could tell that I had an erection. And she moved her body against it skillfully as I tickled. She used her hands and arms to hold me on her. But still...there were people around...so I let it go. But...I knew. And she knew. So she became a tickling sex partner for a little bit. Amazing. She wanted to be tickled before reaching orgasm. Wow. A fetish for me was in full effect.
Three
Elaine, the friend of Gabby was 19 when I was 21. I was into the older women (my age or above). But Elaine was hella cute. All the guys were on her. So I didn't really try anything. I was busy. Long story short, one of her suitors was playing with her one day...and he tickled a little bit...and she let out this gorgeous "squeal" (as he still calls it). Giggling away. OMG. I had to have some of that. I took it a little slow and we became friends. But by now, I have a protocol...I am a little bit trained in the "play". I remember we were sitting on a picnic table with kids and parents and staff all around. And Elaine said something silly at my expense. So I had to "get" her. Thus, I pulled off her little tennis shoes and socks...somewhat to get a look at her feet...but also to tickle them. Wow. Her feet were hella ticklish. And she squealed and laughed in front of everyone. And I kept going. The first time was kind of embarrassing to me...because I could not dare stand up after that or everyone would "know". So I sat there and played it off. But we started playing that game every day. She would sit on the picnic table, I would sit on the bench. She would have her legs draped over my shoulder. And we would find an excuse for me to take off her shoes and tickle her. My back was always to her. Yet one day, I must have turned to face her. She said, "Wow...look at the look on your face! You really like this!!!". LOL. Busted.
Elaine became my girl for part of the summer. We were intimate. But never had tickling sex. Just didn't happen. Mostly because I used to always leave at the end of the summer to go back to college out of state.
Hav
When I came home during my Junior Year, I didn't work at the camp; got a real job with the feds for summer. But Elaine was there. And she would call me. Insist that I come see her. I resisted. Not that I didn't want to. But I was busy. After a couple of weeks, Elaine put it on me over the phone. She said, " You know I am really cute today. All the things you like. I'm dressed all in pink. And my sandals are pink. And my toes are pink. My lipstick. And you do remember that I AM TICKLISH!" LOL. I was all over that. Left work early and went to see her. And it was amazing.
_________________________________
All this was long ago. 30 years. We've been married and divorced. Have children. Live across the country. But we have been in touch. We still kind of flirt. She calls me Superman, I call her Wonder Woman. Her boyfriend broke up with her 7 months ago. So we were on the phone laughing and flirting tonight. And she was telling me how I need to fly home (she still lives in our hometown). I have been resisting. Busy. But she made me laugh tonight. She broke out that pink thing. And her giggling. And she added, seductively..."And you remember how ticklish I am". Bingo. So I agreed. And I told her that I will do it soon. "I want to be sure to get there before you have a new boyfriend". She giggled for several minutes.
True story. Old memories. But looking forward to making a couple of new ones.