I'm a 25 year old med student whose been lurking on this site for WAY too long. I figure the best way to start embracing my tickle/foot fetish is to share one of my favorite stories.
This story is from back in my days as a college senior. It involves my best friend (and not so secret crush) Marie: 21 years old, 5'6", 125 lbs with a slim dancer's body, shoulder length blond hair and lovely blue eyes. FYI I'm about 5'11" with a moderately muscular build.
Marie and I were chillin' on the futon in my dorm room watching TV after a weekend lunch at Applebee's. We were chatting and joking around as always when she slips off her white flip-flops and puts her bare feet right in my lap. Now her feet are gorgeous and slender with red nail polish and moderately long toes. Her soles are butter soft, a surprise for a dancer's feet.
A little back history on Marie. We've been friends since high school and I'd never once told her of my tickling or foot fetishes. Yet, I'm fairly certain that she knew since, being the testosterone-driven male that I am, I could never stop tickling, massaging and staring at her bare feet whenever they were exposed. Irony is that I'm pretty sure she had a foot fetish as well. She loved to have attention and touches lavished on her feet. She was even known to lick other people's feet on occasion, including mine (that's another story). Only catch was her feet were incredibly ticklish.
So, as was her habit, she loved to tease me and torture me with her feet, and boy, she wasn't disappointing this time. Her lovely feet were sitting in my lap, so I did the only logical thing I could think of: give her a foot massage.
"You could at least ask for a massage," I told her (not that I was suffering, mind you).
She just laughed in reply. Am I really that easy to read?
Anyhow, we kept on talking as my thumbs worked steadily up and down her soles. Then, out of nowhere, she asked, "do you remember when I licked your foot that one time?"
At that point, I was thinking, "Oh man, I GOTTA do this! It's now or never."
"Yeah," I replied. "I owe you for that, don't I?"
I grabbed her left foot firmly between my hands and before she could react, I ran my tongue slowly and steadily up the length of her sole, from the very bottom of her heel to the very tip of her pretty pedicured toes. Then I ran my tongue back down all the way to her heel again. She bucked like a bolt of lightning had just shot up her body. Her back arched instantaneously and she nearly wacked her head on the arm rest of my futon. She let out a gasp and a loud melodic laugh. Baby, I was on a roll and this was no time to stop now. I continued to hold her foot and now meticulously slid my tongue between each of her toes, being careful not to go too fast, to savor the moment. Oh man, the sensation of those toes squirming around my tongue was heavenly. She was holding a pillow over her face trying not to scream, rolling her body left and right. Surprisingly, she kept her foot amazingly still throughout all her spasms. I slowly moved down her toes, leaving each one glistening in my tongue's wake. Once I finished with the last couple of toes, I let up.
She took a few seconds to catch her breath, then she raised her head and looked at me with a flirtatious smirk.
"How did it taste?" she asked jokingly.
"I'm not sure," I said, "I need to try the other one." She was giving me another in and I wanted to keep this train rolling a little longer.
I firmly grabbed her right foot and again trailed my tongue up and down the soft sole of her foot, this time moving in a to-and-fro manner as I went. As expected, she nearly hit the roof, this time laughing loudly without restraint. I began sucking on each of her toes, starting with the big toe. I savored each one for about 5 seconds before moving on to the next. Her second toe was memorable for the little toe ring she wore. Her toes quivered as I sucked on each one. She was laughing her ass off, working in an occasional "Geez! Stop!" here and there. After dwelling on her pinky toe for a few extra seconds, I let her go. She laughed for a few moments longer.
"So?" Marie eventually asked while still staring at the ceiling.
"It tastes like a foot," I jokingly replied. But lemme tell ya, it was a good foot.
Marie and I never dated despite my most fervent wishes. She eventually made her way to a really great guy and they're getting hitched this August. But that's OK. We're still great friends. I get free cake at the wedding. And I'll always have that awesome memory to keep with me.
Thanks!
This story is from back in my days as a college senior. It involves my best friend (and not so secret crush) Marie: 21 years old, 5'6", 125 lbs with a slim dancer's body, shoulder length blond hair and lovely blue eyes. FYI I'm about 5'11" with a moderately muscular build.
Marie and I were chillin' on the futon in my dorm room watching TV after a weekend lunch at Applebee's. We were chatting and joking around as always when she slips off her white flip-flops and puts her bare feet right in my lap. Now her feet are gorgeous and slender with red nail polish and moderately long toes. Her soles are butter soft, a surprise for a dancer's feet.
A little back history on Marie. We've been friends since high school and I'd never once told her of my tickling or foot fetishes. Yet, I'm fairly certain that she knew since, being the testosterone-driven male that I am, I could never stop tickling, massaging and staring at her bare feet whenever they were exposed. Irony is that I'm pretty sure she had a foot fetish as well. She loved to have attention and touches lavished on her feet. She was even known to lick other people's feet on occasion, including mine (that's another story). Only catch was her feet were incredibly ticklish.
So, as was her habit, she loved to tease me and torture me with her feet, and boy, she wasn't disappointing this time. Her lovely feet were sitting in my lap, so I did the only logical thing I could think of: give her a foot massage.
"You could at least ask for a massage," I told her (not that I was suffering, mind you).
She just laughed in reply. Am I really that easy to read?
Anyhow, we kept on talking as my thumbs worked steadily up and down her soles. Then, out of nowhere, she asked, "do you remember when I licked your foot that one time?"
At that point, I was thinking, "Oh man, I GOTTA do this! It's now or never."
"Yeah," I replied. "I owe you for that, don't I?"
I grabbed her left foot firmly between my hands and before she could react, I ran my tongue slowly and steadily up the length of her sole, from the very bottom of her heel to the very tip of her pretty pedicured toes. Then I ran my tongue back down all the way to her heel again. She bucked like a bolt of lightning had just shot up her body. Her back arched instantaneously and she nearly wacked her head on the arm rest of my futon. She let out a gasp and a loud melodic laugh. Baby, I was on a roll and this was no time to stop now. I continued to hold her foot and now meticulously slid my tongue between each of her toes, being careful not to go too fast, to savor the moment. Oh man, the sensation of those toes squirming around my tongue was heavenly. She was holding a pillow over her face trying not to scream, rolling her body left and right. Surprisingly, she kept her foot amazingly still throughout all her spasms. I slowly moved down her toes, leaving each one glistening in my tongue's wake. Once I finished with the last couple of toes, I let up.
She took a few seconds to catch her breath, then she raised her head and looked at me with a flirtatious smirk.
"How did it taste?" she asked jokingly.
"I'm not sure," I said, "I need to try the other one." She was giving me another in and I wanted to keep this train rolling a little longer.
I firmly grabbed her right foot and again trailed my tongue up and down the soft sole of her foot, this time moving in a to-and-fro manner as I went. As expected, she nearly hit the roof, this time laughing loudly without restraint. I began sucking on each of her toes, starting with the big toe. I savored each one for about 5 seconds before moving on to the next. Her second toe was memorable for the little toe ring she wore. Her toes quivered as I sucked on each one. She was laughing her ass off, working in an occasional "Geez! Stop!" here and there. After dwelling on her pinky toe for a few extra seconds, I let her go. She laughed for a few moments longer.
"So?" Marie eventually asked while still staring at the ceiling.
"It tastes like a foot," I jokingly replied. But lemme tell ya, it was a good foot.
Marie and I never dated despite my most fervent wishes. She eventually made her way to a really great guy and they're getting hitched this August. But that's OK. We're still great friends. I get free cake at the wedding. And I'll always have that awesome memory to keep with me.
Thanks!
Thanks for telling us about it. 
