---This is a little game which Susan and I "made up" as a way to enlarge our fetish experience, and satisfy no small amount of curiosity, as well,... a small 'end-run' around our careful efforts to be discreet.
--- Susan would call one of her girlfriends on the phone and, once their conversation had gotten going, I would tickle Susan's foot. Already fueled by heightened anticipation, Susan would blurt out a shriek of helpless laughter in mid-sentence,... and then make some flimsy apology for the outburst to her friend - though no explanation. We'd usually do this three times,... with me tickling Susan's foot at mischievous intervals in the conversation,... and on the third helpless outburst of giggles, Susan would simply tell her friend, "Look, I'm sorry to be laughing while we're trying to talk, but that stupid M. keeps tickling my feet."
--- Well, folks,... let me tell you,... Susan and I are batting close to a thousand on having her apologetic remark lead to a cameraderie-inspired recounting of all their own tickling and foot fetish experiences. We even made little side wagers on which acquaintance would have the most interesting stories. (One of Susan's friends was an "older" woman - she was 38 and we were 30 - but her feet were exquisite, and she was dating a 25-year-old guy. I definitely won a little phone call wager on them)
--- I admit to being fascinated by the limitless variety of experience just within a rather close community linked by our common fetish "quirk." The phone research game just showed me that this "quirk" is almost a universal experience,... even if they don't share anything of the fetish. I hope the little "game" doesn't strike anyone as too intrusive, as I assure you the various stories are offered most willingly,...sort of "girl talk" I suppose,... and they are fascinating.
--- Susan would call one of her girlfriends on the phone and, once their conversation had gotten going, I would tickle Susan's foot. Already fueled by heightened anticipation, Susan would blurt out a shriek of helpless laughter in mid-sentence,... and then make some flimsy apology for the outburst to her friend - though no explanation. We'd usually do this three times,... with me tickling Susan's foot at mischievous intervals in the conversation,... and on the third helpless outburst of giggles, Susan would simply tell her friend, "Look, I'm sorry to be laughing while we're trying to talk, but that stupid M. keeps tickling my feet."
--- Well, folks,... let me tell you,... Susan and I are batting close to a thousand on having her apologetic remark lead to a cameraderie-inspired recounting of all their own tickling and foot fetish experiences. We even made little side wagers on which acquaintance would have the most interesting stories. (One of Susan's friends was an "older" woman - she was 38 and we were 30 - but her feet were exquisite, and she was dating a 25-year-old guy. I definitely won a little phone call wager on them)
--- I admit to being fascinated by the limitless variety of experience just within a rather close community linked by our common fetish "quirk." The phone research game just showed me that this "quirk" is almost a universal experience,... even if they don't share anything of the fetish. I hope the little "game" doesn't strike anyone as too intrusive, as I assure you the various stories are offered most willingly,...sort of "girl talk" I suppose,... and they are fascinating.
