This is a photo from realtickling.com
If anyone knows the movie this photo is from, please post it in a comment here. Thanks!
I will be glad to edit this post and credit the link.
Obviously the movie doesn’t follow the same theme as my fantasy, but I’m sure it’s a great one.
Until next time, thanks for stopping by!
She even goes so far as to plainly tell her tickler, “I really want you to come back and tickle my feet again. Anytime you want, for as long as you want!”.
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Women Who Enjoy Having Their Feet Tickled :)
It was from a young man, 19 years old, who is currently struggling, in a moral sense, with his tickle fetish.
He seems, from the posts on his blog (click HERE), to be very religious. I can relate to his plight as I used to be very religious, and thought masturbation, sexual lust, and desire were bad, sinful, and detestable by God. The only way out was marriage. according to the New Testament, 1 Corinthians 7:9, “But if they cannot contain, let them marry: for it is better to marry than to burn” (sic, with passion).
I will say this too, if there is a God, and I’m technically an agnostic, so I don’t purport to be able to prove either way that there is or isn’t, but if there is, I think the version of God creating human beings to have to constantly fight their urges to have sex is one of the cruelest practical jokes of all time. We are sexual beings. We have to have sex, and be sexually aroused to keep the species going. Do we need to have intercourse with anything that moves? No. Do we need to exercise some constraint in certain social situations? Absolutely. Should we still respect each others’ rights to privacy and not wanting to engage in certain sexual acts? Of course. Is it possible that masturbating 6 times a day to tickle fetish videos may be a bit limiting in terms of becoming a productive citizen? Probably. But to feel an endless sense of guilt and disappointment of who you are sexually is to repress the most unifying aspect of all us humans, as well as all other organic life, on the planet. When you stop trying to deny this part of yourself, you may find that the rest kind of takes care of itself.
Having a certain set of things that turns you on sexually is not a detriment to you as a human being. What is a detriment, is trying to cover it up and make it look like something that it’s not, a part of you. Embrace the fact that you are aroused by the female foot. Embrace the fact that you enjoy tickling and seeing others tickle said foot. There is nothing wrong with that reaction. We are all hard wired to have sexual feelings about various stimuli in our respective environments. Again, without this hard wiredness, so to speak, we would all be doomed and probably wouldn’t be here in the first place. We’d still be some stromatolite photosynthesizing light into energy in Australia. Not a bad existence if you like that kind of thing, but I happen to think being a human being is pretty freakin’ amazing.
Some more fun I had in Fireworks.
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#1 12-17-2008, 07:46 PM
TMF NOVICE Join Date: Sep 2002
Tickling my babysitter under the table
My parents went away for the weekend and Jennifer, my baby-sitter at the time, came over to watch me for the weekend. She was 21 and in college. I was young, but the experience is one that I will never forget.
Jen had strawberry blond hair and unlike most women with that colored hair, she was not fair-skinned. In fact, she could get a nice tan during the summertime. She was very pretty! I had always had a crush on her, as I’m sure a lot of guys did. Amazingly enough though, as far as I knew, she never had a boyfriend. I remember that she ran track in school, because she would always come over with her running shoes when she would baby-sit me.
I think it was on a Saturday one December that it happened. It was almost the end of the semester for her and she was beginning her finals. In fact, she had just finished one that morning. I had been out playing with my friend until noon or so, when my friend had to leave to go somewhere. So I was bored and went home. Good choice!
The fridge was opposite the table on the other side of the kitchen, and for some stupid reason, we kept the sodas in the crisper. As I reached down for my soda, I heard a “clunk” and turned around towards the sound to see that one of Jennifer’s shoes had hit the floor.
Now, before I continue, let me tell you about her and her feet on that particular day. She was a little dressed up, a nice skirt, a cute sweater, and stockings, the dark flesh color kind I think. Now, remember that I mentioned she was a track runner? Her legs were very nice, strong, not overly muscled, just shapely and her feet had great arches. Her legs were crossed and her one shoe, a red pump, had hit the floor. The other, however, was still dangling from her toes on her right foot.
I guess I was right, because she didn’t even take notice. So I sat under the table while she studied, looking at her perfect feet, wanting so badly to reach out and stroke the bottom of that foot dangling the shoe, which was right in front of my face! My heart was pounding, my throat was swelling. Oh man, how I wanted to touch those feet!
Every once in a while she would bob that shoe up and down on her toe, and every once in a while I would try to reach out my finger to touch that foot while it moved. But I just couldn’t get the nerve up! I didn’t want her to get mad.
She giggled and said, “What are you doing down there?”
Oh oh! “Nothing,” I stupidly responded.
Then she put me on the spot. “Are you tickling my feet?”
Well, duh! But I just couldn’t respond. “What should I do?” I thought to myself. The smart thing! I started to tickle her again! This time she started to giggle and move her foot all around. Her shoe eventually fell off, giving me access to her toes. Then I moved to her other foot, the one where the shoe had already fallen off, and tickled it, exploring ever inch, top and bottom in complete joy.