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This happened a long time ago and is still fresh in my mind. It's the late 90s, we are at my wife's cousin's home, and we are all in our early 20s. This is a year before I married her. She used to live with her cousin's family. My wife is from another state. She was coming out of a long and kind of abusive relationship (the guy was a jerk).
So, her cousin's family invited her to live with them for a time to get some distance from him. Well. It turns out that I was kind of dating her cousin, Elisa (that's her real name). It wasn't really a serious relationship, but I met my wife through her. I'm gonna call her Amanda (her stage name).
So, Elisa decided to change colleges and moved to Canada, so we kind of broke up. So I started to date Amanda, and it was a secret for a while.
Long story short. It became a Mexican soap opera drama.
Anyway, some time passed, Elisa eventually came back, and we kind of mended things. Now, Elisa knew two things about me: I love feet and tickling. She wasn't really ticklish on her feet, but her sides were her weak spot. Elisa was never barefoot when we dated and never used toenail polish. But now she was barefoot all the time and had nice nail polish. By then, Amanda already knew I loved feet and tickling (yeah, I was kind of open about it when I dated someone) and was okay with it. But she also noted that Elisa had started going barefoot in my presence. And I spent a lot of time in that house. It was really hard for me not to look; her feet were spectacular, well, both had amazing feet. And it was obvious that she was teasing me. So Amanda also went barefoot.
One day, we were hanging out in the dining room, and suddenly, out of nowhere, Elisa climbed onto the table and put her legs over a chair back. Her soles were pointing in my direction, and she looked at me with an expression of "would you dare?" Everything happened in slow motion. I could feel my blood pressure and heartbeat increase; I could feel my pants getting tighter.
Her soles were soft and pink, the soft and pink of someone who for years never was barefoot. Her toenails were black. Black like my rotten soul. She had me and she knew it. She knew the effect this had on me. At that distance, I could smell them. Those feet were calling me, were there for me, and I wasn't going to touch them. I really wanted to, but I was pulling back with all my willpower. I don't know what my face was doing, but Amanda was next to me and noticed immediately. So Amanda was the one who pulled Elisa's feet towards her, looked her in the eyes, and put her hands, claws up, and slowly moved them towards her soles. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Both knew what they were doing to me. She finally touched her soles and slowly scratched her arches.
Elisa started to giggle, but that was impossible! She's not ticklish on her feet. I knew that. But that was happening right in front of me. She was probably faking it, but I didn't care. Amanda kept scratching her soles, and Elisa never pulled back her feet, but her feet reacted naturally to the scratching and spread her toes. She was spreading her toes and crunching them back. Amanda continued with the same motion, light scratching with all her fingers in both soles, Elisa continued giggling. In my head, I was joining her, grabbing her ankles, tickling one of her soles, but I knew this was a test. They were testing me. An unplanned test. That must be, I thought. Amanda finally got bored with the feet and went straight to her sides, tickling her. Elisa screamed and laughed. I knew that was authentic because I had done the same to her in the past. Finally, Elisa pulled back, and I was there just standing like an idiot.
That never repeated, Elisa never went barefoot in front of me again. She went back to Canada, met a guy, married him, and eventually came back. That MF tickled my wife once, and that messed up my head, but that's a story for another time.
So, her cousin's family invited her to live with them for a time to get some distance from him. Well. It turns out that I was kind of dating her cousin, Elisa (that's her real name). It wasn't really a serious relationship, but I met my wife through her. I'm gonna call her Amanda (her stage name).
So, Elisa decided to change colleges and moved to Canada, so we kind of broke up. So I started to date Amanda, and it was a secret for a while.
Long story short. It became a Mexican soap opera drama.
Anyway, some time passed, Elisa eventually came back, and we kind of mended things. Now, Elisa knew two things about me: I love feet and tickling. She wasn't really ticklish on her feet, but her sides were her weak spot. Elisa was never barefoot when we dated and never used toenail polish. But now she was barefoot all the time and had nice nail polish. By then, Amanda already knew I loved feet and tickling (yeah, I was kind of open about it when I dated someone) and was okay with it. But she also noted that Elisa had started going barefoot in my presence. And I spent a lot of time in that house. It was really hard for me not to look; her feet were spectacular, well, both had amazing feet. And it was obvious that she was teasing me. So Amanda also went barefoot.
One day, we were hanging out in the dining room, and suddenly, out of nowhere, Elisa climbed onto the table and put her legs over a chair back. Her soles were pointing in my direction, and she looked at me with an expression of "would you dare?" Everything happened in slow motion. I could feel my blood pressure and heartbeat increase; I could feel my pants getting tighter.
Her soles were soft and pink, the soft and pink of someone who for years never was barefoot. Her toenails were black. Black like my rotten soul. She had me and she knew it. She knew the effect this had on me. At that distance, I could smell them. Those feet were calling me, were there for me, and I wasn't going to touch them. I really wanted to, but I was pulling back with all my willpower. I don't know what my face was doing, but Amanda was next to me and noticed immediately. So Amanda was the one who pulled Elisa's feet towards her, looked her in the eyes, and put her hands, claws up, and slowly moved them towards her soles. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Both knew what they were doing to me. She finally touched her soles and slowly scratched her arches.
Elisa started to giggle, but that was impossible! She's not ticklish on her feet. I knew that. But that was happening right in front of me. She was probably faking it, but I didn't care. Amanda kept scratching her soles, and Elisa never pulled back her feet, but her feet reacted naturally to the scratching and spread her toes. She was spreading her toes and crunching them back. Amanda continued with the same motion, light scratching with all her fingers in both soles, Elisa continued giggling. In my head, I was joining her, grabbing her ankles, tickling one of her soles, but I knew this was a test. They were testing me. An unplanned test. That must be, I thought. Amanda finally got bored with the feet and went straight to her sides, tickling her. Elisa screamed and laughed. I knew that was authentic because I had done the same to her in the past. Finally, Elisa pulled back, and I was there just standing like an idiot.
That never repeated, Elisa never went barefoot in front of me again. She went back to Canada, met a guy, married him, and eventually came back. That MF tickled my wife once, and that messed up my head, but that's a story for another time.
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Thanks for sharing your experience here. 


