My Story
Well, the tickling thing had been there since childhood.
I was with a woman from the mid 70s to the mid 80s. It was a very sensual relationship, with foot massages, both ways. During the last four years, I was talked into moving to Boston with her, when she experienced a personality change. Out there, she wanted to become strickty passive, where I did all the work, and she got all the pleasure. Hence, we were closing in on the end of the relationship.
She had her size 10s up in my lap, and her feet looked so sexy, I leaned over and started to lick them. She bolted upright, angry, sayng how gross that was. Well, no more of that. Since I wasn't getting foot massages any more, I went on strike mself. (Actually, I went on strike in a couple of feilds that she suddenly thought that the man should be doing all the work without any want of mutual pleasure.)
Since this was now a repressed pleasure, I started seeing womens feet in a whole new light. There was an extra magic that I hadn't seen before. Since that relationship ended, I've found that women loved attention to their feet, and have evev photographed feet, just to admire their own beauty.
Don't get me wrong MidriffGazer, I also really do enjoy the sight of a cute bare midriff, and bely tickling is also a major part of my religion. Bare feet just hold a special kind of sensual magic that I love to drown myself in when given the chance. Burying my face in a pair of soft beatuiful soles is a pleasure unmatched.
Also I feel fortunate i that regard, as during the summer there are many more bare feet than bare bellies. At least up here in Seattle.