I guess I'm gonna say whats already been said, and express whats been felt by so so many here...but I gotta vent. I've been interested, fascinated, obsessed with tickling for as long as I can remember...that along with an interest, fascination and obsession with female feet...and I hate it. No, I'm not into dirty feet, smelling feet, etc. Just soft, clean, ticklish feet.
And I'm into having my feet tickled. I'm fanatical about my own feet, very conscious of their appearance. I know it sounds whatever, but I put cream on my feet two or three times a day. I've actually had four women, none of whom know anything about my fetishes, tell me I have really nice feet, which for some reason embarrassed me, though I am flattered.
So starting with the frustration of feeling like a freak my entire life, always afraid of someone finding out or staring, and/or rejection because of it and the frustration of being attracted by a body part that is exposed constantly in warmer months--as someone said, to a "normal" guy, it would be like a woman walking around naked--I hate it.
And yes, it has ruined relationships and the part I hate the most is not being able to seperate the rejection of tickling, especially tickling me, from or taking it as a rejection OF me personally. I really hate that I cannot seperate the two. I know it sounds really weird, especially to me, but when someone tickles my feet, I feel acceptance, affection, etc. and when they don't, I feel rejection, when I should just feel --at the most--disappointment. I'm not talking about someone who knows about my fetish--one or two people do--but more when my bare foot is available, propped up with someone just inches away. I might playfully tickle them, hoping for retailiation, or tease, hoping to get attention back...and I get hurt instead. Man, I hate that! I know it is not intentional and that to many people, a foot is just something you walk on, but for some reason, I take it personal.
I hate it because its always there. Like many of you just hearing the word in casual conversation and my heart stops. I see a shoe dangling and I stare. I see long fingernails or a feather and...well, you get the picture.
I've even expressed interest in friendly female chat, just to talk, vent, share, etc., as some kind of outlet and for some reason can't even get a reply to that. YES, its very frustration AS MANY OF YOU EXPERIENCE AS WELL. Misery loves company 🙂
What also is frustrating is that in "real" life, I'm a popular guy. I'm fairly nice looking or so I've been told. I'm not going to exxagerate. I'm not muscle-bound by any stretch of the imagination and pretty much just a normal build. I like to tease and play and have fun. I think tickling is just a part of that and I'm sure thats how most people who know me see it. They kind of expect that as just part of what I do and the many ways I tease...but it is so frustrating to "feel" the intensity of it and have to hide it. I think almost daily how much simpler life would be without it...and it would.
Well, I've whined enough, but having this forum does help to let it out. (BIG SIGH) I know there are many out there who feel like this. There is so much more but don't even know how to express it...but thanks for letting me...
And I'm into having my feet tickled. I'm fanatical about my own feet, very conscious of their appearance. I know it sounds whatever, but I put cream on my feet two or three times a day. I've actually had four women, none of whom know anything about my fetishes, tell me I have really nice feet, which for some reason embarrassed me, though I am flattered.
So starting with the frustration of feeling like a freak my entire life, always afraid of someone finding out or staring, and/or rejection because of it and the frustration of being attracted by a body part that is exposed constantly in warmer months--as someone said, to a "normal" guy, it would be like a woman walking around naked--I hate it.
And yes, it has ruined relationships and the part I hate the most is not being able to seperate the rejection of tickling, especially tickling me, from or taking it as a rejection OF me personally. I really hate that I cannot seperate the two. I know it sounds really weird, especially to me, but when someone tickles my feet, I feel acceptance, affection, etc. and when they don't, I feel rejection, when I should just feel --at the most--disappointment. I'm not talking about someone who knows about my fetish--one or two people do--but more when my bare foot is available, propped up with someone just inches away. I might playfully tickle them, hoping for retailiation, or tease, hoping to get attention back...and I get hurt instead. Man, I hate that! I know it is not intentional and that to many people, a foot is just something you walk on, but for some reason, I take it personal.
I hate it because its always there. Like many of you just hearing the word in casual conversation and my heart stops. I see a shoe dangling and I stare. I see long fingernails or a feather and...well, you get the picture.
I've even expressed interest in friendly female chat, just to talk, vent, share, etc., as some kind of outlet and for some reason can't even get a reply to that. YES, its very frustration AS MANY OF YOU EXPERIENCE AS WELL. Misery loves company 🙂
What also is frustrating is that in "real" life, I'm a popular guy. I'm fairly nice looking or so I've been told. I'm not going to exxagerate. I'm not muscle-bound by any stretch of the imagination and pretty much just a normal build. I like to tease and play and have fun. I think tickling is just a part of that and I'm sure thats how most people who know me see it. They kind of expect that as just part of what I do and the many ways I tease...but it is so frustrating to "feel" the intensity of it and have to hide it. I think almost daily how much simpler life would be without it...and it would.
Well, I've whined enough, but having this forum does help to let it out. (BIG SIGH) I know there are many out there who feel like this. There is so much more but don't even know how to express it...but thanks for letting me...