Good Question, Jen
I am afraid I am in the predicament that you mention. I have been in tickling and female feet every since I was four years old. I literally grew up tickling my aunts and neighborhood female playmates for as long as I can remember. To me, feet and tickling are like pure sex. In fact, I can't even enjoy sex at all unless feet or tickling are involved...even if only imagined. I've known my wife for over 12 years and we've been married for a little over 8 of those years. She is a wonderful woman and great mother and she compliments me in several ways. We met in college and up until a year after we were married I could tickle her at will. She has such an incredible laugh and some of the most beautiful feet that I have ever laid eyes on. She would even wear sexy shoes that accentuated her arches and pretty toes while we were dating because she knew I was into feet.
About a year after we were married, I was tickling her on the bed and she pounded her fist so hard in between my shoulder blades that I thought I would die from suffocation. She revealed to me for the first time how she absolutely HATES to be tickled. She stopped wearing sexy shoes as well. Imagine my stark terror at this important revelation. It literally equates to false advertising. Imagine trying something in the store and it works just fine. You like it, purchase it , and bring it home. It works just fine; like it did in the store, for brief time, but, shortly after one of its many functions ceases to work. That's kind what it's like. She says that she was caught up in the infatuation of the fact that I chose to be with her in college and that she would do anything for me then. (I was pretty popular and was told on a few occassions that I was a hottie). I didn't date much because casual sex was not important to me. I wanted a woman that I could build my life around...a woman that I could love and be loved by. A woman who could satisfy ALL of my needs and I believed that I had found that in my wife....which I did. Over the past several years she has gotten a tad bit better; however, at times, I experience a major tickle deficiency. I have indulged my burning desires over the internet and have met several interesting playmates...a few of which I have actually met and tickled to shreds. I find myself longing for a regular tickle partner all the time, of course, to the total oblivion to my wife who would consider this an act of infidelity because of the sheer emotional and erotic pleasure that tickle produces for me. Don't get me wrong. I love my wife, but I am a tickler at heart...Its engrained in me. I must tickle or DIE!Anyone want to be my secret little ticklemate?
HWoods
