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Oh yeah, I'm a lifer too.Lifer!!
As far back as I can remember, and that's a long time, I have had a facination with tickling female feet. For years I thought I was a foot fetish because I didn't know a tickle fetish existed. I also thought I was the only person in the world that felt like this. 😱
After reading this question I thought long and hard about "the beginning" and I remember an episode as a kid that changed me forever.
When I was 4 or so my mom took me and a little girl she was watching to the doctor for an appointment of some sort. My mom always had a small daycare as I was growing up and took care of several kids around my age.
The appointment was for the little girl also about my age. We went into the back exam room, I sat on my moms lap as the little girl was sat on the exam table and the nurse began taking off her shoes and socks. After getting her shoes and socks off, I remember the nurse picked up one of her feet and started doing this little piggy on her toes.
The girl was laughing and the nurse then began tickling her little foot with her nails saying something like "ohhh...somebody's ticklish."
I think I was hooked right then and there and this may explain why I have a fascination with Doctor tickle stories. I don't know.
I had forgotten about it until just now. Thanks for this question.
Screen251
As far back as I can remember, and that's a long time, I have had a facination with tickling female feet. For years I thought I was a foot fetish because I didn't know a tickle fetish existed. I also thought I was the only person in the world that felt like this. 😱
After reading this question I thought long and hard about "the beginning" and I remember an episode as a kid that changed me forever.
When I was 4 or so my mom took me and a little girl she was watching to the doctor for an appointment of some sort. My mom always had a small daycare as I was growing up and took care of several kids around my age.
The appointment was for the little girl also about my age. We went into the back exam room, I sat on my moms lap as the little girl was sat on the exam table and the nurse began taking off her shoes and socks. After getting her shoes and socks off, I remember the nurse picked up one of her feet and started doing this little piggy on her toes.
The girl was laughing and the nurse then began tickling her little foot with her nails saying something like "ohhh...somebody's ticklish."
I think I was hooked right then and there and this may explain why I have a fascination with Doctor tickle stories. I don't know.
I had forgotten about it until just now. Thanks for this question.
Screen251
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I'm a convert. Was introduced to the fetish by a female acquaintance. Been doing it ever since.
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Four seems to be a pretty common age. Makes me feel a bit more normal. Haha. Me, I was four years old. I was in a daycare, and we were watching this video, I can't remember the name of it now, but they were singing a song and tickling the kids in the video. And I saw this, and my whole body seemed to tingle, and I didn't understand what it was but I just knew that I needed to be tickled. By anybody. I begged the other kids to tickle me, but none of them obliged. They all looked really confused. I didn't understand it then, but what I was feeling was sexual arousal. A need to be satisfied. Something most four-year-olds are unfamiliar with. Over the next four years, whenever I saw a video or a mere image of somebody being tickled, I wanted it so badly for myself, but people began to regard me as strange. The last time I remember revealing my strangeness was when I was eight years old, enrolled in a different daycare. I suggested playing a tickling game to my group of friends, involving various restraints (for instance, we used my belt to tie the victim's hands to a wooden beam so they could not move). The immobilized person would then be tickle-attacked by the entire group. I found it loads of fun and, of course, always volunteered to be the victim. Eventually my friends grew tired of the game, as children do, and began to move on to other forms of entertainment. When I insisted again and again that we continue playing the tickling game, they finally sensed that something was different about me. Wrong. And just like that, they didn't want to play with me anymore. And I was alone and confused.
As I grew and entered puberty, my strange fetish seemed to take more shape, and I understood certain things. For instance, I understood that I preferred to be tickled by people to whom I was attracted, and if somebody platonic attempted to tickle me, I merely felt uncomfortable. But it wasn't until my junior year of high school that I fully understood who I was and the nature of my strange obsession. And, I'm somewhat ashamed to admit, not until my senior year did I finally confide in somebody. After my third-grade experience, I was terrified of what the people I told would think of me. But I couldn't hide it anymore when it was affecting me so strongly. I told my boyfriend. To my immense delight, he told me that he didn't think I was strange at all. In fact, he sought to understand it, and then to help fulfill it. He's learned to read when I want it, and he's happy to oblige. And you know what? He recently confessed that he may be taking a liking to it too. I'm a lifer, but it's nice to know that there are other people out there who are willing to understand and even join our world.
As I grew and entered puberty, my strange fetish seemed to take more shape, and I understood certain things. For instance, I understood that I preferred to be tickled by people to whom I was attracted, and if somebody platonic attempted to tickle me, I merely felt uncomfortable. But it wasn't until my junior year of high school that I fully understood who I was and the nature of my strange obsession. And, I'm somewhat ashamed to admit, not until my senior year did I finally confide in somebody. After my third-grade experience, I was terrified of what the people I told would think of me. But I couldn't hide it anymore when it was affecting me so strongly. I told my boyfriend. To my immense delight, he told me that he didn't think I was strange at all. In fact, he sought to understand it, and then to help fulfill it. He's learned to read when I want it, and he's happy to oblige. And you know what? He recently confessed that he may be taking a liking to it too. I'm a lifer, but it's nice to know that there are other people out there who are willing to understand and even join our world.
Lifer. Definitely.
There were no sexual aspects until very late (about 20 y/o), but I was already a dyed in the wool tickler. I remember having fantasies about tying up and tickling girls in my class as far back as kindergarten.
I been sick a while....lol
Christopher
There were no sexual aspects until very late (about 20 y/o), but I was already a dyed in the wool tickler. I remember having fantasies about tying up and tickling girls in my class as far back as kindergarten.
I been sick a while....lol
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Lifer, growing up into tickling......still a proud family tradition
Just to be different... I'm a lifer too 😉
One of my earliest memories (I can't have been much older than 3 or 4) is of seeing the girl who lived next door to me jumping barefoot on a bed & me thinking that I would like to tickle her feet. I'd also feel a thrill whenever I saw tickling on the TV or in real life, and would try to get a few tickles of my own in with girls at school every now and then.
Still, until recently it's not been something that I've been comfortable about discussing openly - probably due to the huge number of negative reactions to tickling that I'd see in the world around me! I guess I didn't want to be labelled as a "tickler", so that girls would scream and run at the sight of me. Not that they didn't do that already, of course - I just didn't want them to have another reason to do so 😀
One of my earliest memories (I can't have been much older than 3 or 4) is of seeing the girl who lived next door to me jumping barefoot on a bed & me thinking that I would like to tickle her feet. I'd also feel a thrill whenever I saw tickling on the TV or in real life, and would try to get a few tickles of my own in with girls at school every now and then.
Still, until recently it's not been something that I've been comfortable about discussing openly - probably due to the huge number of negative reactions to tickling that I'd see in the world around me! I guess I didn't want to be labelled as a "tickler", so that girls would scream and run at the sight of me. Not that they didn't do that already, of course - I just didn't want them to have another reason to do so 😀
Lifer. I've always been in a big tickle family, but I didn't become intrigued with it until i read this picture book about a kid who has a bad dream and, among other things, gets tickled by a witch. It was really strange that I kept flipping back to that page...
Anyway, it wasn't until 12, though, that I realized I wasn't alone in this.
Anyway, it wasn't until 12, though, that I realized I wasn't alone in this.
Tickling scenes on T.V.
A number of lifers recall real-life or television tickling moments that stirred them. That's funny, because while I was a tickler as a boy, I didn't have those kinds of reaction when I saw girls getting tickled or an f/ or /f tickling scene in a movie or television show.
As it probably was for many here, the Three Stooge's short subject film Space Ship Sappy was responsible for maybe the first sexy f/m tickling scene I ever saw on television. Well, it was sexy in the sense that the Three Stooges are turned on by the three women who subsequently restrain them and tickle-torture their bare feet. One of the female ticklers, Marilyn Hanold would go on to be a Playboy magazine playmate two years later. But I don't remember having a special reaction to the scene, despite Moe's tickler being that gorgeous woman Marilyn Hanold.
Of course, as my earlier post details, it all changed once I was 13!
A number of lifers recall real-life or television tickling moments that stirred them. That's funny, because while I was a tickler as a boy, I didn't have those kinds of reaction when I saw girls getting tickled or an f/ or /f tickling scene in a movie or television show.
As it probably was for many here, the Three Stooge's short subject film Space Ship Sappy was responsible for maybe the first sexy f/m tickling scene I ever saw on television. Well, it was sexy in the sense that the Three Stooges are turned on by the three women who subsequently restrain them and tickle-torture their bare feet. One of the female ticklers, Marilyn Hanold would go on to be a Playboy magazine playmate two years later. But I don't remember having a special reaction to the scene, despite Moe's tickler being that gorgeous woman Marilyn Hanold.
Of course, as my earlier post details, it all changed once I was 13!
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i'm a lifer too
even before i started going to school all i wanted to do to any good looking female i saw was tickle her - i was shameless about it then too, i would tickle women (whether i knew who they were or not) on a whim, and they would laugh and say "how cute"... wouldn't it be great to be able to get away with it now?
i would ask women and girls if they were ticklish, tickle them, ask them to tickle themselves
when i got to school, instead of 'kiss chase' i played 'tickle under the foot chase' with three girls... we would play it day after day, and they made up this rule that if one got caught they all had to come and line up for tickles... and while i was tickling they would tell each other, and me, how much it was tickling... suggest to each other ways of being able to bare the tickling more "if you hop up and down it makes it easier to stand"
i wonder if any of the girls i played these games with have grown up loving tickling
any games about anything would end up in tickling if i had anything to do with it... war, cowboys and indians, would result in someone (i would always try my best to get girls involved just for this very reason) getting tickled, for information, for punishment... any reason i could contrive that would get the prettiest girl(s) i could recruit to be tickled silly
a few times there was a mutiny and it would be me who got the tickling... which was great as well
as i got older it became something i couldn't talk about, i would blush and get nervous if tickling was even mentioned, just hearing a girl say it would cause me to almost pass out
i thought about tickling girls every second of every day, every pretty girl - still do
into my teens, if i saw anything tickle related on tv i would become paralysed with terror and arousal, my heart pounding (i'm sure it was loud enough that my parents heard it) as if to burst out of my chest - this was the time when the "selina scott getting tickled by emu" holy grail (for me) happened, and the "dave allen at large" sketch where cleopatra gets tickled to death by her asp rather than bitten - both of these i saw with my folks in the room, and i'm sure they considered calling an ambulance as i was freaking out in my chair, bright red, burning up, heart pounding - then rushing off to... well... i'm sure you all know what i was rushing off to do *ahem*
i still feel the same really, my heart still pounds if i think there might be tickling coming in a film, or if i see a girl get tickled, or a girl says tickle, tickling, ticklish
erm... sorry... that rambled on a bit didn't it
great thread btw, i really like that there are so many who have been the same their whole lives
even before i started going to school all i wanted to do to any good looking female i saw was tickle her - i was shameless about it then too, i would tickle women (whether i knew who they were or not) on a whim, and they would laugh and say "how cute"... wouldn't it be great to be able to get away with it now?
i would ask women and girls if they were ticklish, tickle them, ask them to tickle themselves
when i got to school, instead of 'kiss chase' i played 'tickle under the foot chase' with three girls... we would play it day after day, and they made up this rule that if one got caught they all had to come and line up for tickles... and while i was tickling they would tell each other, and me, how much it was tickling... suggest to each other ways of being able to bare the tickling more "if you hop up and down it makes it easier to stand"
i wonder if any of the girls i played these games with have grown up loving tickling
any games about anything would end up in tickling if i had anything to do with it... war, cowboys and indians, would result in someone (i would always try my best to get girls involved just for this very reason) getting tickled, for information, for punishment... any reason i could contrive that would get the prettiest girl(s) i could recruit to be tickled silly
a few times there was a mutiny and it would be me who got the tickling... which was great as well
as i got older it became something i couldn't talk about, i would blush and get nervous if tickling was even mentioned, just hearing a girl say it would cause me to almost pass out
i thought about tickling girls every second of every day, every pretty girl - still do
into my teens, if i saw anything tickle related on tv i would become paralysed with terror and arousal, my heart pounding (i'm sure it was loud enough that my parents heard it) as if to burst out of my chest - this was the time when the "selina scott getting tickled by emu" holy grail (for me) happened, and the "dave allen at large" sketch where cleopatra gets tickled to death by her asp rather than bitten - both of these i saw with my folks in the room, and i'm sure they considered calling an ambulance as i was freaking out in my chair, bright red, burning up, heart pounding - then rushing off to... well... i'm sure you all know what i was rushing off to do *ahem*
i still feel the same really, my heart still pounds if i think there might be tickling coming in a film, or if i see a girl get tickled, or a girl says tickle, tickling, ticklish
erm... sorry... that rambled on a bit didn't it
great thread btw, i really like that there are so many who have been the same their whole lives
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Lifer without really knowing or exploring it until i met another lifer who did. I'd always just unconciously added it into my life with friends and lovers...
Lol, I was 20, and saw Howard Stern's Christmas Tickle episode before I learned I wasn't alone. Wish I woulda known there were others when I was 12.
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I couldn't help but laugh when I read this, cause I've felt the exact same way! I would blush, my heart would pound, I would have a hard time breathing and was just feeling really unwell whenever tickling was only mentioned.
I'm a lifer too
I was sexually aroused by tickling in a very young age. I don't know exactly when it started but four years seem to be the common age..
I would tickle my friends especially on their feet (had a foot fetish too back then) and I always knew it was more than just a fun game to me
i think some of my first experiences was with my cousin and brothers. we used to play this doctor game (which I happened to come up with
) where one would be the patient and the others were doctors who tickled the patient. the one who were patient could not laugh but only say ouch! and pretend it hurt.I miss that game
I first discovered that tickling was a fetish when I was about 13-14 years old, and nearly passed out when I found out about tickling websites!
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I have a few vague memories about my childhood tickling experiences (lifer by the way) but the one that really sticks in my mind is when I was i dont know 5 6 7ish, my neighbour was round and we were playing in the garden. I wouldnt care about it back then I would just tie her to the slide, take off her shoes and socks and tickle the crap out of her feet with different 'tools' from the garden lol. Good times.
Now we are both older and I still know her (we are not as good friends as we were) but I wouldnt dream of doing it now. I wonder as well if she remembers all those times that I tickled her feet and whether she jst doesnt think anything of it or maybe thinks its turned into a fetish for me. Or maybe she's got better things to think about lol!!!
Now we are both older and I still know her (we are not as good friends as we were) but I wouldnt dream of doing it now. I wonder as well if she remembers all those times that I tickled her feet and whether she jst doesnt think anything of it or maybe thinks its turned into a fetish for me. Or maybe she's got better things to think about lol!!!
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Lifer as well. My first memory of my fascination with tickling is actually from kindergarten when I was 4 or 5. It's one of the most vivid of my early memories. We always had 'naptime' in the middle of the day when they'd set up cots and turn off the lights for a forced nap after lunch. Well one day the kids were unusually rowdy and didn't want to take a nap so one of the kindergarten teachers went from cot to cot unmercifully tickling the kids into an uncontrollable frenzy until they were exhausted to tire them out so they'd go to sleep--she apparently had a thing for tickling too! I remember lying there hearing the other kids laughing hysterically for what seemed like forever hoping she'd come my way. She never did but I remember lying there fantasizing that I'd be her next victim. Other kids were saying, "Don't tickle me! don't tickle me!" which of course meant they wanted to be tickled, but it made such a deep impact on me hearing the other kids being tickled to death unmercifully for what seemed like several minutes that I was kinda paralyzed with fascination, too frozen to say anything because I wanted it so bad but didn't want to admit it. It wasn't sexual at that age, but fascinating just the same.
I've thought about it a lot since then trying to figure out exactly what it was about it that fascinated me and the only way I can think to put it is that tickling is a way of giving and receiving totally uninhibited unbridled joy. Pure joy. And I think it's the fact that it's so uninhibited when we're being tickled that scares us a bit or makes us shy about expressing it openly. It's so pure in a sense that it's a bit embarrassing to talk about it if you don't know how open someone is to hearing it put so simply. Does this strike a chord with anyone? There's a thread right now asking what our simple pleasures in life are and tickling is, to me, among the most simple and innocent pleasures I can think of. It doesn't get any simpler does it? I mean we tickle babies. And I think it's the fact that it is so simple, so 'unsophisticated' in a certain sense that makes us somewhat embarrassed about admitting we like it to nonticklephiles. But that, to me, is like embarrassment over admitting that we enjoy eating, another simple activity.
So I don't understand my own embarrassment about talking about it to nonticklephiles. To me it really does seem quite normal and natural and as I kind of half-jokingly say in my profile I wonder about nonticklephiles and ask myself, 'what's wrong with them?' Is it just a repressed attitude about tickling among the general public that we are not repressed about but because we're in the minority we somehow think we're the ones who are strange? I don't know, more and more I'm accepting it totally and thinking those who think it strange are the strange ones. But I digress...
In elementary school I was always getting in trouble for tickling girls. I couldn't understand what was so bad about it I suppose because I saw a teacher doing the same thing to kids in kindergarten. If a teacher did it then it must be ok, right? I just thought that these elementary school teachers were too repressed (I had very liberal parents). And then later when I was in 4th or 5th grade I had this teenage babysitter in the neighborhood who would spoon me in my bed to help me go to sleep while she slowly stroked my bare stomach with her long filed fingernails. I don't know whether she thought it was relaxing to me or whether she knew how arousing it was but it was intense because it seemed like it was a game for her to see if she could arouse me as if she was practicing for her boyfriend or something because occasionally she'd run her nails just underneath the waistband of my shorts. I wanted her to think it was relaxing me to sleep and didn't want to admit it was arousing so she'd continue so I had to be still which made it more intense--she'd do it for like a half-hour each night she sat for me and my little brother and it drove me apeshit!! I remember thinking at the time how lucky her boyfriend was and that I'd have to have a girlfriend like her one day--as well as encouraging my folks to go out so they'd have to call my favorite sitter!
But I was fascinated with tickling too. So in high school and college that's how I flirted with girls. I grew up in the South where flirting is an artform. Some girls didn't care for my tickling flirts but most seemed to like it--not coz they were into tickling necessarily but because they thought it was confident of me to walk up to her and tickle her as if I'd known her for years. I only did it with girls who I could tell had some interest in me and didn't overdo it--just one little tickle. One time in college we were on some kind of SGA retreat and I tickled a girl I had a crush on who was bending over reaching for her bag. She was wearing a halter top so her waistline was exposed so I reached over and tickled her on her right side just above the hipbone and got that ticklish spot right on the mark. She was surprised at how much it tickled because she thought she wasn't ticklish and just gave me this fascinated stare for the longest time. I've tickled a couple of girls until they totally lost control and peed in their pants...well, I'll save that for the 'true stories' section!
Just a few memories. But it's interesting how it seems to be contagious. Reading the other posts here it seems to be exposure to others being tickled, whether in real life, movies, cartoons or whatever that awakens it in us at whatever age. And once awakened it's always there.
I've thought about it a lot since then trying to figure out exactly what it was about it that fascinated me and the only way I can think to put it is that tickling is a way of giving and receiving totally uninhibited unbridled joy. Pure joy. And I think it's the fact that it's so uninhibited when we're being tickled that scares us a bit or makes us shy about expressing it openly. It's so pure in a sense that it's a bit embarrassing to talk about it if you don't know how open someone is to hearing it put so simply. Does this strike a chord with anyone? There's a thread right now asking what our simple pleasures in life are and tickling is, to me, among the most simple and innocent pleasures I can think of. It doesn't get any simpler does it? I mean we tickle babies. And I think it's the fact that it is so simple, so 'unsophisticated' in a certain sense that makes us somewhat embarrassed about admitting we like it to nonticklephiles. But that, to me, is like embarrassment over admitting that we enjoy eating, another simple activity.
So I don't understand my own embarrassment about talking about it to nonticklephiles. To me it really does seem quite normal and natural and as I kind of half-jokingly say in my profile I wonder about nonticklephiles and ask myself, 'what's wrong with them?' Is it just a repressed attitude about tickling among the general public that we are not repressed about but because we're in the minority we somehow think we're the ones who are strange? I don't know, more and more I'm accepting it totally and thinking those who think it strange are the strange ones. But I digress...
In elementary school I was always getting in trouble for tickling girls. I couldn't understand what was so bad about it I suppose because I saw a teacher doing the same thing to kids in kindergarten. If a teacher did it then it must be ok, right? I just thought that these elementary school teachers were too repressed (I had very liberal parents). And then later when I was in 4th or 5th grade I had this teenage babysitter in the neighborhood who would spoon me in my bed to help me go to sleep while she slowly stroked my bare stomach with her long filed fingernails. I don't know whether she thought it was relaxing to me or whether she knew how arousing it was but it was intense because it seemed like it was a game for her to see if she could arouse me as if she was practicing for her boyfriend or something because occasionally she'd run her nails just underneath the waistband of my shorts. I wanted her to think it was relaxing me to sleep and didn't want to admit it was arousing so she'd continue so I had to be still which made it more intense--she'd do it for like a half-hour each night she sat for me and my little brother and it drove me apeshit!! I remember thinking at the time how lucky her boyfriend was and that I'd have to have a girlfriend like her one day--as well as encouraging my folks to go out so they'd have to call my favorite sitter!
But I was fascinated with tickling too. So in high school and college that's how I flirted with girls. I grew up in the South where flirting is an artform. Some girls didn't care for my tickling flirts but most seemed to like it--not coz they were into tickling necessarily but because they thought it was confident of me to walk up to her and tickle her as if I'd known her for years. I only did it with girls who I could tell had some interest in me and didn't overdo it--just one little tickle. One time in college we were on some kind of SGA retreat and I tickled a girl I had a crush on who was bending over reaching for her bag. She was wearing a halter top so her waistline was exposed so I reached over and tickled her on her right side just above the hipbone and got that ticklish spot right on the mark. She was surprised at how much it tickled because she thought she wasn't ticklish and just gave me this fascinated stare for the longest time. I've tickled a couple of girls until they totally lost control and peed in their pants...well, I'll save that for the 'true stories' section!
Just a few memories. But it's interesting how it seems to be contagious. Reading the other posts here it seems to be exposure to others being tickled, whether in real life, movies, cartoons or whatever that awakens it in us at whatever age. And once awakened it's always there.
