The everyday voyeurism of our fetishes

[YouNeverKnow175]

One of my favorite aspects of both of my fetishes — tickling and feet — is the naturally voyeuristic thread that runs through them. I think this has a lot to do with how ordinary they are to most people — which creates a bizarre and intense juxtaposition for those of us who find them anything but ordinary.

Because the thing is, for people like us, the most erotic thing we can imagine will just....happen, in ordinary situations, out of the blue. We might be hanging out with a group of friends and all of a sudden a tickle fight breaks out. Someone is being held down and tickled and laughing and begging and pleading and we're just supposed to act normal as if it's nothing. And then it'll end and everyone will go back to normal and our hearts are pounding, adrenaline rushing.

Similarly, for those of us who simply adore feet, we could be in a coffee shop and suddenly the beautiful person next to us is playing with her shoes under her chair, revealing her bare soles. Or similarly, hanging out with friends who are all barefoot. Acting like it's completely nothing. And to us they're revealing the most erotic, alluring part of their body. Just like that.

I imagine there are plenty of other ones like these — fetishes for very everyday occurrences — sneezing, for example. And plenty of people really love hands.

We're not seeking out these situations — we're just trying to go about our lives. And all the while we find ourselves witnessing. Being inadvertently teased, even tormented. Secretly, silently observing the most exciting things we could imagine, without anyone knowing. Our powerful, potent, little secret.

 

[milagros317]

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... we could be in a coffee shop and suddenly the beautiful person next to us is playing with her shoes under her chair, revealing her bare soles.

A problem comes when such an event causes an erection which we wish to conceal.

 

[maniactickler]

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A problem comes when such an event causes an erection which we wish to conceal.

Thats why i always carry a hat with me.

 

[FreshPedicure]

I think about this a lot. Tickling and bare feet/bellies/armpits can be totally innocuous to most vanilla people and yet it can really kick off our brains in a totally different way. Seeing tickling happen in any kind of public or social setting is probably the thing I find myself thinking about most when it comes to the tickle kink. And seeing a woman expose her soles in those settings is something I absolutely love. And it always raises questions: does she know that people might be looking at her feet? Does she ever think in that moment that someone might tickle her? If she's got her feet propped up on something (ottoman, dashboard, lounge chair, etc.) does she feel in some way entitled to place her bare feet up and totally exposed--is there a certain brattiness or something that is implied?

I think we all know people who seem to make a habit of such things, and those people are fascinating. And with regard to tickling specifically: I always wonder if the person getting tickled in public is thinking that it may seem at all inappropriate or intimate or even sexual. And on the flip side, is the tickler(s) thinking about how it may look or in even if it's turning them on in some way?

All very fun to think about!

 

[Wesker28]

One of my favorite aspects of both of my fetishes — tickling and feet — is the naturally voyeuristic thread that runs through them. I think this has a lot to do with how ordinary they are to most people — which creates a bizarre and intense juxtaposition for those of us who find them anything but ordinary.

Because the thing is, for people like us, the most erotic thing we can imagine will just....happen, in ordinary situations, out of the blue. We might be hanging out with a group of friends and all of a sudden a tickle fight breaks out. Someone is being held down and tickled and laughing and begging and pleading and we're just supposed to act normal as if it's nothing. And then it'll end and everyone will go back to normal and our hearts are pounding, adrenaline rushing.

Similarly, for those of us who simply adore feet, we could be in a coffee shop and suddenly the beautiful person next to us is playing with her shoes under her chair, revealing her bare soles. Or similarly, hanging out with friends who are all barefoot. Acting like it's completely nothing. And to us they're revealing the most erotic, alluring part of their body. Just like that.

I imagine there are plenty of other ones like these — fetishes for very everyday occurrences — sneezing, for example. And plenty of people really love hands.

We're not seeking out these situations — we're just trying to go about our lives. And all the while we find ourselves witnessing. Being inadvertently teased, even tormented. Secretly, silently observing the most exciting things we could imagine, without anyone knowing. Our powerful, potent, little secret.

This is why it is always interesting to talk to you.