Feet Fiend
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For as long as I can remember ever since I first developed a foot fetish, Some of the first people who's feet I was enamored with were those of my many aunts. I think they're the reason why middle aged/older ladies feet tend to be my type when it comes to my foot fetish. For the sake of privacy I will call the aunt in this story "Lazuli" since her hair style and overall personality always reminded me heavy of Android 18 from Dragon Ball, so I chose that name since that is her real name before she became known as 18. She was the aunt who's feet I was obsessed with the most, idk what it was about them but to this day, I don't think I've fallen for anyone's feet quite like I did for her's.
Now me being a little foot freak wasn't the only reason I loved Aunt Lazuli, Her son (aka my cousin) and I are very close and so growing up, I was at their house a lot, they often let me stay over during school breaks. In that time, I grew very close to her, and she became almost like a second mother to me. Lazuli was even cool enough to occasionally play games with us, her two favorites being Mario Party 5 and Ice Age 2 on GameCube. Now a ground rule they had in their household was to leave your shoes at the door, since their home was mostly made up of carpet. This was fine by me, because that meant that every time I went over, she was always barefoot. All those years of me staring and getting flustered by her feet, I knew I had to tickle her. If any of you have read my crush tickling story, you may remember that I had a project where we had to incorporate a random object into our art, and I had chosen a feather. After that day of tickling my crush I carried the feather with me pretty much everywhere, and during one of my stays at my cousin's house, I had it on me with mischievous intentions.
One evening, after taking a shower, I made my way towards the closet where my pack of clothes was kept to grab a pair of socks, and as I did this I noticed Aunt Lazuli, my cousin's older sister and her boyfriend were sitting on the couch, watching TV and having a conversation. Aunt Lazuli was sitting on the long part of the couch with her legs outstretched and bare soles crossed over each other and propped up. I knew this was my chance to finally get her, so I grabbed my sketchbook with the feather inside and sat down at her feet. She was short enough that there was enough space for me to sit there and still have a small gap between me and her feet, so I was able to play it off naturally. As we were talking and laughing, I eventually went for it. I started stroking the feather on her feet, and looked up at her. She gave a nonchalant shake and said "I don't feel it." I turned the feather to the stiff end and started tickling her with that, and again she gave me the same nonchalant shake. I even tried my fingers and even then she gave no ticklish reaction. I was heartbroken. The most beautiful pair of feet in the world, and they weren't ticklish 💔. I was devastated for the rest of the week while I stayed there. It was like being a kid and finding out Santa Claus isn't real.
On one of my last days staying there, I woke up earlier than the rest of the household, and noticed Lazuli's feet sticking out from the blanket she was sleeping under. Their home was a two bedroom so while my older cousin got a room to herself, the rest of the family shared one room, so I would alternate between sleeping in there with them or on the couch in the living room. This was one of the stays that I slept in the room, and when I did, me and my cousin would sleep on the floor. I was coping hard after she resisted my tickle attempts and wanted redemption. Sleepy tickles aren't really my style since I feel non-consensual tickles borders more on creepy or cruel than it does playful and cute but I was desperate. I took my feather out and started stroking it on her big toe. To my surprise, her toe slightly twitched. I started stroking it on her sole and again, it slightly twitched and she started slowly rubbing her feet together. My jaw dropped. She did everything in her power to resist my tickles so that I would think she wasn't ticklish and I wouldn't be constantly pester her with tickling. I continued tickling her and her feet scrunched and twitched as the feather danced around on her soles. She began to stir in her sleep and I could tell she was waking up. I quickly ducked back down on the floor and acted casual by pretending I had been playing on my 3DS. She got up and I greeted her with "Good morning, Aunt Lazuli" and she greeted me back before going to the bathroom to wash up. I just sat here stunned but overjoyed.
It was a massive relief to know that behind her tough facade, she was hiding ticklish feet. I kinda just let her think her trick worked, and left her be. I got my satisfaction, no need to pester her with a weakness she clearly didn't want anyone exploiting. I haven't been able to see her as often due to my aunts and uncles having a lot of family drama recently, but I am at least still on good terms with them, so I'm sure I'll see them again soon. I tried digging through family pictures for a pic of her feet, and this photo was the best one I could find, it's not the best but it's something. On a final note, the pair of feet behind hers also have a story attached to them I plan on sharing at some point, so stay tuned.
Now me being a little foot freak wasn't the only reason I loved Aunt Lazuli, Her son (aka my cousin) and I are very close and so growing up, I was at their house a lot, they often let me stay over during school breaks. In that time, I grew very close to her, and she became almost like a second mother to me. Lazuli was even cool enough to occasionally play games with us, her two favorites being Mario Party 5 and Ice Age 2 on GameCube. Now a ground rule they had in their household was to leave your shoes at the door, since their home was mostly made up of carpet. This was fine by me, because that meant that every time I went over, she was always barefoot. All those years of me staring and getting flustered by her feet, I knew I had to tickle her. If any of you have read my crush tickling story, you may remember that I had a project where we had to incorporate a random object into our art, and I had chosen a feather. After that day of tickling my crush I carried the feather with me pretty much everywhere, and during one of my stays at my cousin's house, I had it on me with mischievous intentions.
One evening, after taking a shower, I made my way towards the closet where my pack of clothes was kept to grab a pair of socks, and as I did this I noticed Aunt Lazuli, my cousin's older sister and her boyfriend were sitting on the couch, watching TV and having a conversation. Aunt Lazuli was sitting on the long part of the couch with her legs outstretched and bare soles crossed over each other and propped up. I knew this was my chance to finally get her, so I grabbed my sketchbook with the feather inside and sat down at her feet. She was short enough that there was enough space for me to sit there and still have a small gap between me and her feet, so I was able to play it off naturally. As we were talking and laughing, I eventually went for it. I started stroking the feather on her feet, and looked up at her. She gave a nonchalant shake and said "I don't feel it." I turned the feather to the stiff end and started tickling her with that, and again she gave me the same nonchalant shake. I even tried my fingers and even then she gave no ticklish reaction. I was heartbroken. The most beautiful pair of feet in the world, and they weren't ticklish 💔. I was devastated for the rest of the week while I stayed there. It was like being a kid and finding out Santa Claus isn't real.
On one of my last days staying there, I woke up earlier than the rest of the household, and noticed Lazuli's feet sticking out from the blanket she was sleeping under. Their home was a two bedroom so while my older cousin got a room to herself, the rest of the family shared one room, so I would alternate between sleeping in there with them or on the couch in the living room. This was one of the stays that I slept in the room, and when I did, me and my cousin would sleep on the floor. I was coping hard after she resisted my tickle attempts and wanted redemption. Sleepy tickles aren't really my style since I feel non-consensual tickles borders more on creepy or cruel than it does playful and cute but I was desperate. I took my feather out and started stroking it on her big toe. To my surprise, her toe slightly twitched. I started stroking it on her sole and again, it slightly twitched and she started slowly rubbing her feet together. My jaw dropped. She did everything in her power to resist my tickles so that I would think she wasn't ticklish and I wouldn't be constantly pester her with tickling. I continued tickling her and her feet scrunched and twitched as the feather danced around on her soles. She began to stir in her sleep and I could tell she was waking up. I quickly ducked back down on the floor and acted casual by pretending I had been playing on my 3DS. She got up and I greeted her with "Good morning, Aunt Lazuli" and she greeted me back before going to the bathroom to wash up. I just sat here stunned but overjoyed.
It was a massive relief to know that behind her tough facade, she was hiding ticklish feet. I kinda just let her think her trick worked, and left her be. I got my satisfaction, no need to pester her with a weakness she clearly didn't want anyone exploiting. I haven't been able to see her as often due to my aunts and uncles having a lot of family drama recently, but I am at least still on good terms with them, so I'm sure I'll see them again soon. I tried digging through family pictures for a pic of her feet, and this photo was the best one I could find, it's not the best but it's something. On a final note, the pair of feet behind hers also have a story attached to them I plan on sharing at some point, so stay tuned.
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