Vellication86
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This may resonate with some in the TMF community (and others it definitely doesn't). I also want to speak from the heart and acknowledge that I'm not always acting in the best light of public opinion here..
I've only had maybe two or three partners where I could totally share my vulnerabilities surrounding these fetishes and unfortunately they were pretty much extramarital except for when I was a 20 years old perhaps. With that said, I could never figure out if I was more into one of these than the other, or which came first.
I do recall at a young age, I was always fascinated with female feet. I can barely recall this secret excitement when my aunt (through marriage) would visit from out of town and I'd see her 30-something year old feet under the table at dinner or her heels discarded at the front door. Growing up in the early 90's, my heart would beat through my chest and my breathing would change when those Don Turtelli episodes of TMNT would come on TV and April, Caitlyn (and Zach) were non-consensually tickled. I'd be paralyzed in front on the screen for 5 minutes.
But it also didn't seem to end with the tickling. I loved the way that April O'Neil had one boot removed but one still on. Her cartoon foot looking so white and delicate. That boot looked hot, both literally and figuratively and her warm, freshly bared foot was on display.
I eventually learned that feet could do the same thing for me. I remember this same pounding in my chest and now sexual excitement in my teen years when my older brothers girlfriend (now his wife) left her shoes unattended. One time she left a pair of black combat boots at the house for a few days and I must have looked like an anteater burying my snout in there trying to explore that scent. Her feet didn't smell unfortunately, or at least I didn't detect anything, but it was still enjoyable to get this whiff of perfume and I could maybe detect some old cigarette smoke. I'd occasionally take the opportunity to give her shoes a sniff if the opportunity presented itself. It gave me some powerful fantasies because I knew how ticklish her feet were as well. My brother doesn't share these fetishes that I do, but innocently tickled her foot once and she reacted in an almost angry way and explicitly stated to him how ticklish her feet were and that she refused to get professional pedicures.
Years would pass before I could get my hands on any girls feet but eventually I got a few FJ's along the way and quickly developed a strong desire for them. I do hate to admit that I felt the need to stoop to some low actions like temporarily borrowing shoes and using them to get off. This touched off a whole other addiction unfortunately. I was getting EXTREME sexual thrills from sneaking off and sniffing the footwear of female colleagues. One woman in particular had these black tactical work boots and at the end of the work day, she'd leave them in the locker room. There's almost no words to describe how powerful of a reaction this had on me. 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, she would wear these boots that she easily must have been using for 5 years. The sweat mixed with leather and perfume produced the most intoxicating aroma and I'd finish rather quickly. I've taken steps to stop this kinda behavior but geez. That one is a toughy and I know it's wrong.
It brings me to my next point of consensual activity. When you take a minute and try to look at things in the eyes of reality, yes of course you don't want to submit someone to something against their will but the fantasy of nonconsensual tickling seems to "get me". I seem to struggle with this violation aspect of my kink and love tickling as punishment.. I love how uncomfortable and embarrassed women may get when they're forced to remove their shoes unexpectedly or in an embarrassing public situation. If you've seen my posts in the mainstream section, I love that embarrassed reaction when a woman gets a pedicure or a college student gets her reflexes on her feet checked during nursing practicals.. That buildup of them having their shoe and sock removed (sometimes in front of a room full of people) And their foot is touched and it caused them to jerk their leg back as if 12,000 volts just hit it.. and then there's a racial aspect that I seem to seek out where white women get tickled by another race. Not sure if there's a "retribution" fantasy living in me.
Sorry to go on for so long.. needed to vent
I've only had maybe two or three partners where I could totally share my vulnerabilities surrounding these fetishes and unfortunately they were pretty much extramarital except for when I was a 20 years old perhaps. With that said, I could never figure out if I was more into one of these than the other, or which came first.
I do recall at a young age, I was always fascinated with female feet. I can barely recall this secret excitement when my aunt (through marriage) would visit from out of town and I'd see her 30-something year old feet under the table at dinner or her heels discarded at the front door. Growing up in the early 90's, my heart would beat through my chest and my breathing would change when those Don Turtelli episodes of TMNT would come on TV and April, Caitlyn (and Zach) were non-consensually tickled. I'd be paralyzed in front on the screen for 5 minutes.
But it also didn't seem to end with the tickling. I loved the way that April O'Neil had one boot removed but one still on. Her cartoon foot looking so white and delicate. That boot looked hot, both literally and figuratively and her warm, freshly bared foot was on display.
I eventually learned that feet could do the same thing for me. I remember this same pounding in my chest and now sexual excitement in my teen years when my older brothers girlfriend (now his wife) left her shoes unattended. One time she left a pair of black combat boots at the house for a few days and I must have looked like an anteater burying my snout in there trying to explore that scent. Her feet didn't smell unfortunately, or at least I didn't detect anything, but it was still enjoyable to get this whiff of perfume and I could maybe detect some old cigarette smoke. I'd occasionally take the opportunity to give her shoes a sniff if the opportunity presented itself. It gave me some powerful fantasies because I knew how ticklish her feet were as well. My brother doesn't share these fetishes that I do, but innocently tickled her foot once and she reacted in an almost angry way and explicitly stated to him how ticklish her feet were and that she refused to get professional pedicures.
Years would pass before I could get my hands on any girls feet but eventually I got a few FJ's along the way and quickly developed a strong desire for them. I do hate to admit that I felt the need to stoop to some low actions like temporarily borrowing shoes and using them to get off. This touched off a whole other addiction unfortunately. I was getting EXTREME sexual thrills from sneaking off and sniffing the footwear of female colleagues. One woman in particular had these black tactical work boots and at the end of the work day, she'd leave them in the locker room. There's almost no words to describe how powerful of a reaction this had on me. 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, she would wear these boots that she easily must have been using for 5 years. The sweat mixed with leather and perfume produced the most intoxicating aroma and I'd finish rather quickly. I've taken steps to stop this kinda behavior but geez. That one is a toughy and I know it's wrong.
It brings me to my next point of consensual activity. When you take a minute and try to look at things in the eyes of reality, yes of course you don't want to submit someone to something against their will but the fantasy of nonconsensual tickling seems to "get me". I seem to struggle with this violation aspect of my kink and love tickling as punishment.. I love how uncomfortable and embarrassed women may get when they're forced to remove their shoes unexpectedly or in an embarrassing public situation. If you've seen my posts in the mainstream section, I love that embarrassed reaction when a woman gets a pedicure or a college student gets her reflexes on her feet checked during nursing practicals.. That buildup of them having their shoe and sock removed (sometimes in front of a room full of people) And their foot is touched and it caused them to jerk their leg back as if 12,000 volts just hit it.. and then there's a racial aspect that I seem to seek out where white women get tickled by another race. Not sure if there's a "retribution" fantasy living in me.
Sorry to go on for so long.. needed to vent
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