Just want to get an idea from everyone, when did you first realize that you had a fetish for tickling? For me it was the seventh grade, when I realized what watching a classmate tickling the stocking feet of a girl in our class was doing to me. How about you?
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When did you first realize you had a tickling fetish?
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First, I liked to be tickled on my feet and to tickle others feet too. That was the only tickle spot for me. Later I started to enjoy to tickle/being tickled on other spots. That was the time when I realized that I love tickling. 
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I loved being tickled and tickling as long as I can remember, back to age 4. So I cannot point to a time that I realized it.
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First Realization & Sealing the Deal
My first realization that I had a tickling fetish came last semester when I started to realize that I looked at ladies (preferably with no stockings + feet visible) & imagined tickling them instead of having sex with them. The deal was sealed when I traveled to Europe, looked at all the british women in skirts, bare legs, & even some open-toed sandals on New Year's, & dreamt that I was tickling at least a few of them.
My first realization that I had a tickling fetish came last semester when I started to realize that I looked at ladies (preferably with no stockings + feet visible) & imagined tickling them instead of having sex with them. The deal was sealed when I traveled to Europe, looked at all the british women in skirts, bare legs, & even some open-toed sandals on New Year's, & dreamt that I was tickling at least a few of them.
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When I went to a dance with my dad and came home with my mom.
(Break out you biology books if you failed to get thet.)
(Break out you biology books if you failed to get thet.)
I knew I liked tickling a LOT well before I knew it was a sexual liking, or knew what a fetish was. I don't think that any particular event triggered it; by the age of 5 or 6 I just knew that I loved tickling adults and other kids, or seeing them being tickled. I even tied up my babysitter when I was 7 or 8 just so I could tickle her (and learned in so doing that I needed to learn basic knots).dig5446 said:
I sexualized tickling at about the same time that I discovered what sexuality was - call it age 12, give or take a year. By that time it was just a matter of applying the word "sexual" to the liking I'd had for years.
Sorry, but Biology 101 didn't enlighten me. I'm still clueless.Ray<3tiklishft said:
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It was the babysitter that did it for me
It was around Christmas time and my parents were going off to paries and I was left alone with a babysitter. There was this one sitter named Tina who came over wearing black stockings and shoes not unlike the ones up above in miss nylons picture. I was sitting on the floor playing with something and she was sitting on the couch across from me reading a magazine. Her legs were crossed. I remember it vividly because she kicked off her shoes and when I looked up, I suddenly had this very warm feeling when I saw her foot in front of me. A strong emotional desire burned inside of me to want to touch and tickle that foot. It was strange because I also felt flush and very nervous. For the next ten minutes I found myself scooching as close as I could to that foot until finally it was practically right under my nose. I hesitated and waited for a long time before I made a decision to reach out and tickle the underside of Tina's silky stockinged foot. The touch of my fingers on her foot shot a sensation of electricity through my body and my head was light as a feather. My throat closed up so that when Tina began to giggle, realizing what I was doing, and asked in a playful way If I thought her foot was a toy, I couldn't respond. I continued to tickle her nylon clad toes and glide my fingers across her curvey arch, and make circles around her heel. Tina all the while tried to hold back her laughter, not wanting to disturb my fun, and feabily attempted to read her magazine. She only laughed out loud once while pulling her foot away from me to recross her legs and I moved to the other side so that I could continue to tickle her. I do remember asking at some point if it tickled and she responded by saying "Yes, but I'm tough, I can take it!" From then on it became a game as to how long I could tickle her before she would pull her feet away. At one point she pulled her feet all the way up onto the couch with me jump up to sit beside. I then pulled her feet onto my lap and tickled each foot for a few seconds as she alternated pulling one away then the other as it became too much for her. Our little game went on for at least 20 minutes before she finally ended it by asking me to stop because she was too ticklish and was getting tired. I reluctantly agreed, but every few mintues or so for the rest of the night I would give her a quick little tickle...until It was forced to go to bed. I remember I did not sleep well at all, thinking about this new exciting and expericnence This pretty much did me in from that point on.
It was around Christmas time and my parents were going off to paries and I was left alone with a babysitter. There was this one sitter named Tina who came over wearing black stockings and shoes not unlike the ones up above in miss nylons picture. I was sitting on the floor playing with something and she was sitting on the couch across from me reading a magazine. Her legs were crossed. I remember it vividly because she kicked off her shoes and when I looked up, I suddenly had this very warm feeling when I saw her foot in front of me. A strong emotional desire burned inside of me to want to touch and tickle that foot. It was strange because I also felt flush and very nervous. For the next ten minutes I found myself scooching as close as I could to that foot until finally it was practically right under my nose. I hesitated and waited for a long time before I made a decision to reach out and tickle the underside of Tina's silky stockinged foot. The touch of my fingers on her foot shot a sensation of electricity through my body and my head was light as a feather. My throat closed up so that when Tina began to giggle, realizing what I was doing, and asked in a playful way If I thought her foot was a toy, I couldn't respond. I continued to tickle her nylon clad toes and glide my fingers across her curvey arch, and make circles around her heel. Tina all the while tried to hold back her laughter, not wanting to disturb my fun, and feabily attempted to read her magazine. She only laughed out loud once while pulling her foot away from me to recross her legs and I moved to the other side so that I could continue to tickle her. I do remember asking at some point if it tickled and she responded by saying "Yes, but I'm tough, I can take it!" From then on it became a game as to how long I could tickle her before she would pull her feet away. At one point she pulled her feet all the way up onto the couch with me jump up to sit beside. I then pulled her feet onto my lap and tickled each foot for a few seconds as she alternated pulling one away then the other as it became too much for her. Our little game went on for at least 20 minutes before she finally ended it by asking me to stop because she was too ticklish and was getting tired. I reluctantly agreed, but every few mintues or so for the rest of the night I would give her a quick little tickle...until It was forced to go to bed. I remember I did not sleep well at all, thinking about this new exciting and expericnence This pretty much did me in from that point on.
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Well I've always liked tickling girls as I did it at every opportunity growing up. But I never really knew it was an actual fetish until I checked on the internet and found a lot of sites which actually sold videos for it. Eventually leading me here.
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i remember trying to tickle the nurse that delivered me. 
My tickling fetish developed gradually. It started by my reading articles in Leg magazines about tickling during the 1980s and 1990s. I didnt truly become aware that tickling was a "fetish" to me, until I started corresponding with my late pen pal Don Fraser in 1997, and we began our habit of exchanging letters, and asking female pen pals tickling questions, and then sharing the pen pals answers with each other. At that point, with each answer we got, it began to dawn on me just how intense the fetish was. So, I have had a tickling fetish for over eight years now.
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When I was probably around 5, see I was always tickled on my feet when I was about that age, and I had a huge foot tickling thing for my Aunt's stockinged feet. From that point on my foot tickling fetish grew bigger and stronger as I did! 
I never remember a time when I didn't enjoy tickling or getting tickled or watching someone get tickled. I used to look forward to cartoons that had tickling in them. I used to ask my mom to tickle me.
I didn't realize it was a fetish though until I get some idea of what sexuality is and how tickling really affected me. Then it wasn't until I get the internet and typed tickle into Yahoo that I relaized I wasn't alone.
I didn't realize it was a fetish though until I get some idea of what sexuality is and how tickling really affected me. Then it wasn't until I get the internet and typed tickle into Yahoo that I relaized I wasn't alone.
I think it was a more slow realisation that I liked tickled. It was around the same time as puberty was getting go for me, I was around 13 or 14 and I just wondered why I reacted a certain way when my friend tickled another of my friends. I finally realised it was a fetish when I did a search for tickling and found a few websites about it. Then I fully realised how tickling effected me.
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after seeing my best friend's mom get intensely tickled
as odd as it might seem, seeing my best friend's mom intensely tickled started it for me! I was 12 or 13 and got "those feelings" watching a classic scene. Ive written here before about Mrs Wills (see the thread on "tickling people's moms") but it was that first scene that started the ball rolling for me with her and then many MANY others. It was her 25th anniversary party and this gorgeous woman looked all the more beautiful in a gorgeous short tan party dress, sheer clear hose and gold heels, bright red painted nails, beautifully made up. She was to begin with a "real looker" and a fun loving always laughing party-type who always shed her shoes quickly. Toward the end of the party it happened! Her "early-twenties-some" nephew whom im sure is one of us here took her by the hand to a big long couch telling her he was going to give her a foot massage for a present. Though she had her heels off previously she had been saying goodbye to guests and had put them back on as she walked them out to their cars. What happened next marked me for life. The husband went to walk the dog with his remaining male guests, i was there to help clean up, my friend walked his elderly aunt home down the street. The nephew took her to the couch and removed her heels and laid her back and left to hide her heels. Then he returned with pillows to prop her head up, leaving again to return with a red feather duster. When he came back with that she started giggling and mildly protesting, knowing what was going to happen. Several women there laughed and encouraged hin on! He sat at the other end of the couch, put her feet in his lap, started a quick massage and then went into ticking. She howled in laughter, writhing about! He tickled away holding her ankles as she laughed and laughed! I was dumb-struck! This went on for a LONGGGG time! She laughed and howled, rolled all around with her skirt rising lots, pleading and begging and loosing her breadth as he tickled away. He taunted her, made her beg, but never really stopped. She looked absolutely gorgeous rolling all over that couch! Occasionally hed use the feather duster which also made her laugh, plucked a few single feathers from it and they seemed to make her laugh all the harder! Along the way hed had lightly tied her ankles and wrists with yarn which had the effect of getting her rolling around laughing all the more as her daughter, sister and a few friends encourged him on as they did the dishes in the kitchen! The effect it had on me was shocking to me and i was embarased to stand. Id say this went on for almost an hour, when he finally untied her and let her up she was breathless and to me stunningly beautiful! When her husband returned she gave him a most sensuous kiss and told him still giggling and breathing heavy "ive just been tickled to death!" From then on i was hooked! It led to my putting lots of moves on her (detailed in that other thread) as well as girls my own age, future dates, etc.and now my beautiful wife with whom i share this! But witnessing this classic scene both gave me and confirmed in me a lifelong INTENSE tickling fetish that i have enjoyed and pursued! Thankyou Mrs Wills for showing me the way and for giving me the confidence to pursue foot tickling with beautiful women!
as odd as it might seem, seeing my best friend's mom intensely tickled started it for me! I was 12 or 13 and got "those feelings" watching a classic scene. Ive written here before about Mrs Wills (see the thread on "tickling people's moms") but it was that first scene that started the ball rolling for me with her and then many MANY others. It was her 25th anniversary party and this gorgeous woman looked all the more beautiful in a gorgeous short tan party dress, sheer clear hose and gold heels, bright red painted nails, beautifully made up. She was to begin with a "real looker" and a fun loving always laughing party-type who always shed her shoes quickly. Toward the end of the party it happened! Her "early-twenties-some" nephew whom im sure is one of us here took her by the hand to a big long couch telling her he was going to give her a foot massage for a present. Though she had her heels off previously she had been saying goodbye to guests and had put them back on as she walked them out to their cars. What happened next marked me for life. The husband went to walk the dog with his remaining male guests, i was there to help clean up, my friend walked his elderly aunt home down the street. The nephew took her to the couch and removed her heels and laid her back and left to hide her heels. Then he returned with pillows to prop her head up, leaving again to return with a red feather duster. When he came back with that she started giggling and mildly protesting, knowing what was going to happen. Several women there laughed and encouraged hin on! He sat at the other end of the couch, put her feet in his lap, started a quick massage and then went into ticking. She howled in laughter, writhing about! He tickled away holding her ankles as she laughed and laughed! I was dumb-struck! This went on for a LONGGGG time! She laughed and howled, rolled all around with her skirt rising lots, pleading and begging and loosing her breadth as he tickled away. He taunted her, made her beg, but never really stopped. She looked absolutely gorgeous rolling all over that couch! Occasionally hed use the feather duster which also made her laugh, plucked a few single feathers from it and they seemed to make her laugh all the harder! Along the way hed had lightly tied her ankles and wrists with yarn which had the effect of getting her rolling around laughing all the more as her daughter, sister and a few friends encourged him on as they did the dishes in the kitchen! The effect it had on me was shocking to me and i was embarased to stand. Id say this went on for almost an hour, when he finally untied her and let her up she was breathless and to me stunningly beautiful! When her husband returned she gave him a most sensuous kiss and told him still giggling and breathing heavy "ive just been tickled to death!" From then on i was hooked! It led to my putting lots of moves on her (detailed in that other thread) as well as girls my own age, future dates, etc.and now my beautiful wife with whom i share this! But witnessing this classic scene both gave me and confirmed in me a lifelong INTENSE tickling fetish that i have enjoyed and pursued! Thankyou Mrs Wills for showing me the way and for giving me the confidence to pursue foot tickling with beautiful women!
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I think it was about four or five I was watching a teenage mutant ninja turtles episode where april was having her foot tickle tortured by one of the bad guys. I think that was one of the things that made me like foot tickling. And on robocop II how that girl was having her foot tickled (I kept rewinding it and my brother got irritated). And just last year I learned that made tickling websites and that I was a so called foot-tickle fetishist.
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hmm
It was wierd for me. I knew I liked it but it never occured to me how intently I did untill my cousin "bethany" came up to me when we were staying at my aunts house. I was a typical 9 year old boy, I was intent on watching my dinosaur program when all of a sudden my cousin came in the bedroom and put her socked feet in my face while leaning on the bed so she had access to mine. She started slowly tracing her fingers on the heel of my foot, I moved out of reach...but she persisted. I giggled and told her to stop. She then wiggled her toes well within reach taunting me...at that point I wanted to get her back. I decided instead to take my socks off to see what she would do. as I figured she kept going, but this time, she was more agressive. she started slowly on my heels and traced around the outside of my arches, my feet at that time were little and very senstive. I almost lost it, she then decided to use all of her fingers under my toes as hard as she could. OMG I almost died I tried not to laugh to loud. I forgot my dinosaur program entirely. I was almost in tears before she stopped. Finally I was able to break free and told her I was gonna get her back, Instantly she moved her feet on my lap teasing "I dare you"...it was obvious she loved being tickled...she was fifteen and the coolest "adult" Ive known so I figured why not..I loved this girl like she was my sister, Id do virtually anything for her, so I haphazzardly tickled her saying goofy stuff like kitchy kitchy coo and what not..but it did not seem to bother her. but for me it was like a light bulb went off, it was mean but plaful at the same time, I wondered how far she would let me go. she was wearing white socks with this cute little flower design on them, so I traced the outline of the flower with my finger she scrunched her toes and just looked at me I tried to set her off my trail by saying things like wow big foot is ticklish. she wore about a nine, and her feet were kinda pinkish with white arches. she stuck her tongue out at me and that was the final insult...I said "fine lets see how long u can go" and I slowly took off her sock. She had big feet compared to mine, so I started with just one finger...her reaction was amazing. she closed her eyes so she would not laugh and just kept sitting there with her toes and eyes scrunched up. I was having fun so I tickled with all of my fingers and she finally let out a yelp, and started to pull away. Obviously I was not gonna let THAT happen after all she started it. So I jumped and wrapped my legs around hers, and spidered all up and down her feet, she laughed and kept trying to get away. about three min into it, it got quiet and I looked back to find tears streaming down her face and silent laughter eminating from her cheast...I let her go after that. and she laid back as if dead...I cuddled up next to her and she put her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. after that moment Ive LOVED playing tickle games. Every time I was babysat by "Bethany" since we have always both ended up barefoot. gee magine that?
BTW she was adopted so Kentucky jokes do not apply.
It was wierd for me. I knew I liked it but it never occured to me how intently I did untill my cousin "bethany" came up to me when we were staying at my aunts house. I was a typical 9 year old boy, I was intent on watching my dinosaur program when all of a sudden my cousin came in the bedroom and put her socked feet in my face while leaning on the bed so she had access to mine. She started slowly tracing her fingers on the heel of my foot, I moved out of reach...but she persisted. I giggled and told her to stop. She then wiggled her toes well within reach taunting me...at that point I wanted to get her back. I decided instead to take my socks off to see what she would do. as I figured she kept going, but this time, she was more agressive. she started slowly on my heels and traced around the outside of my arches, my feet at that time were little and very senstive. I almost lost it, she then decided to use all of her fingers under my toes as hard as she could. OMG I almost died I tried not to laugh to loud. I forgot my dinosaur program entirely. I was almost in tears before she stopped. Finally I was able to break free and told her I was gonna get her back, Instantly she moved her feet on my lap teasing "I dare you"...it was obvious she loved being tickled...she was fifteen and the coolest "adult" Ive known so I figured why not..I loved this girl like she was my sister, Id do virtually anything for her, so I haphazzardly tickled her saying goofy stuff like kitchy kitchy coo and what not..but it did not seem to bother her. but for me it was like a light bulb went off, it was mean but plaful at the same time, I wondered how far she would let me go. she was wearing white socks with this cute little flower design on them, so I traced the outline of the flower with my finger she scrunched her toes and just looked at me I tried to set her off my trail by saying things like wow big foot is ticklish. she wore about a nine, and her feet were kinda pinkish with white arches. she stuck her tongue out at me and that was the final insult...I said "fine lets see how long u can go" and I slowly took off her sock. She had big feet compared to mine, so I started with just one finger...her reaction was amazing. she closed her eyes so she would not laugh and just kept sitting there with her toes and eyes scrunched up. I was having fun so I tickled with all of my fingers and she finally let out a yelp, and started to pull away. Obviously I was not gonna let THAT happen after all she started it. So I jumped and wrapped my legs around hers, and spidered all up and down her feet, she laughed and kept trying to get away. about three min into it, it got quiet and I looked back to find tears streaming down her face and silent laughter eminating from her cheast...I let her go after that. and she laid back as if dead...I cuddled up next to her and she put her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. after that moment Ive LOVED playing tickle games. Every time I was babysat by "Bethany" since we have always both ended up barefoot. gee magine that?
BTW she was adopted so Kentucky jokes do not apply.
