An Ethnic Encounter

[TrueTickler]

Before I relive my experience, a little about me. I have never posted to this forum before, but decided it was time to do so, at the prompting of one of my female friends. She is aware, and has been a part, of several of my ticking encounters in the past. I am a very fortunate man indeed, who has had many erotic encounters over the course of my live, which I would now like to share with you. I only ask that you do not judge me regarding my scruples, and decisions and situations that some might refer to improper. I enjoy living life to the fullest, and I have crossed many “boundaries” to engage in my escapades. All of the stories will relay are not fictitious, and the product of my endless pursuit of tickling encounters, and my passion for female feet. With all this noted, I’ll begin with one of experiences.

A powerful fantasy come to life it was, for sure. I remember when I was visiting my friends place, and her Middle-Eastern sister was in-country from overseas. She was tall, stunning, with size eleven feet that had a very nice arch to them.

Well, I happened to stop by to see my friend, when her sister answered the door. She had known me previously through my friend, but I was surprised when she let me in, given the protocols of her Islamic faith. She proceeded to tell me her sister was not home, and that she was exhausted, being seven months pregnant, and was resting on the couch when I arrived. After letting me in, she went back to the couch and ceremoniously propped her feet up on the armrest of the couch, exposing her pretty soft feet.

I immediately became fixated, and knew I had to find a way to get my fingers on those soles. So I walked over to her and displayed a concerned look on my face. I then asked her if she was alright, because the health of her feet was telling me different. With a look consternation, she sighed, and asked “what do you mean”. I simply said that I am a amateur Reflexologist, and her feet were neurologically telling me that her system was slightly off, but that I could help her.

Now I know it can be unacceptable for any man to touch an Islamic woman in even remotely a sensual way, and especially by a non-Muslim, but I went on to say that I could “adjust” her condition through acupressure on the soles of her feet. She gave a strange look, and asked, “what if I don’t”? I responded by letting her that her equilibrium would degrade. She paused for a minute, and hesitantly stated, “please make it quick, my feet are sensitive”.

I felt a surge of excitement course throughout my body, and stepped towards her feet, placed my hands on them, and began to vigorously message them. I immediately noticed that she was fighting the sensation, but after several minutes, she relaxed and accepted the experience. Now, that would have been enough for me, but I decided to push my proverbial luck, and transfer to a tickling mode.

I told her that in Reflexology, hard must always be followed by soft. I then began to lightly trace my fingers down the soles of her feet, giving plenty of attention to her arches and toes. Literally, her eyes enlarged to the size of pie-plates, and she began to bite her left hand, in trying to fight the experience.I was completely taken at this point, and in my mind, I badly wanted to tickle her until she screamed for me to stop. She arched her feet and scrunched her toes, and said to me, “please stop, that’s enough”. I refused her plea, and kept tickling her, as an uncomfortable quiet fell over the room. I gave myself to the idea that this was becoming a non-consensual experience, and that was intoxicating to me.

I continued to tickle her for almost five minutes, and though she could have easily pulled her feet from the couch’s armrest, she never did. It was absolutely exhilarating, and ranks in my top ten tickling experiences.

Unfortunately she told her sister about what happened, and she and it challenged our friendship for a long while. This is often the price I have paid to pursue my tickling desires, but I have been fortunate to have lived a life of amazing encounters.

I will share more of them, if the TMF members approve.

 

[Jack Sanfini]

Before I relive my experience, a little about me. I have never posted to this forum before, but decided it was time to do so, at the prompting of one of my female friends. She is aware, and has been a part, of several of my ticking encounters in the past. I am a very fortunate man indeed, who has had many erotic encounters over the course of my live, which I would now like to share with you. I only ask that you do not judge me regarding my scruples, and decisions and situations that some might refer to improper. I enjoy living life to the fullest, and I have crossed many “boundaries” to engage in my escapades. All of the stories will relay are not fictitious, and the product of my endless pursuit of tickling encounters, and my passion for female feet. With all this noted, I’ll begin with one of experiences.

A powerful fantasy come to life it was, for sure. I remember when I was visiting my friends place, and her Middle-Eastern sister was in-country from overseas. She was tall, stunning, with size eleven feet that had a very nice arch to them.

Well, I happened to stop by to see my friend, when her sister answered the door. She had known me previously through my friend, but I was surprised when she let me in, given the protocols of her Islamic faith. She proceeded to tell me her sister was not home, and that she was exhausted, being seven months pregnant, and was resting on the couch when I arrived. After letting me in, she went back to the couch and ceremoniously propped her feet up on the armrest of the couch, exposing her pretty soft feet.

I immediately became fixated, and knew I had to find a way to get my fingers on those soles. So I walked over to her and displayed a concerned look on my face. I then asked her if she was alright, because the health of her feet was telling me different. With a look consternation, she sighed, and asked “what do you mean”. I simply said that I am a amateur Reflexologist, and her feet were neurologically telling me that her system was slightly off, but that I could help her.

Now I know it can be unacceptable for any man to touch an Islamic woman in even remotely a sensual way, and especially by a non-Muslim, but I went on to say that I could “adjust” her condition through acupressure on the soles of her feet. She gave a strange look, and asked, “what if I don’t”? I responded by letting her that her equilibrium would degrade. She paused for a minute, and hesitantly stated, “please make it quick, my feet are sensitive”.

I felt a surge of excitement course throughout my body, and stepped towards her feet, placed my hands on them, and began to vigorously message them. I immediately noticed that she was fighting the sensation, but after several minutes, she relaxed and accepted the experience. Now, that would have been enough for me, but I decided to push my proverbial luck, and transfer to a tickling mode.

I told her that in Reflexology, hard must always be followed by soft. I then began to lightly trace my fingers down the soles of her feet, giving plenty of attention to her arches and toes. Literally, her eyes enlarged to the size of pie-plates, and she began to bite her left hand, in trying to fight the experience.I was completely taken at this point, and in my mind, I badly wanted to tickle her until she screamed for me to stop. She arched her feet and scrunched her toes, and said to me, “please stop, that’s enough”. I refused her plea, and kept tickling her, as an uncomfortable quiet fell over the room. I gave myself to the idea that this was becoming a non-consensual experience, and that was intoxicating to me.

I continued to tickle her for almost five minutes, and though she could have easily pulled her feet from the couch’s armrest, she never did. It was absolutely exhilarating, and ranks in my top ten tickling experiences.

Unfortunately she told her sister about what happened, and she and it challenged our friendship for a long while. This is often the price I have paid to pursue my tickling desires, but I have been fortunate to have lived a life of amazing encounters.

I will share more of them, if the TMF members approve.

Thanks for sharing, that sounds like an incredible amazing experience. Did this woman or you say the word tickling or ticklish or tickle ? Did she ever let out a giggle ? Were her nails painted and did she have nice feet ? Was she pretty ? Was her head covered ?

 

[TrueTickler]

Thanks for sharing, that sounds like an incredible amazing experience. Did this woman or you say the word tickling or ticklish or tickle ? Did she ever let out a giggle ? Were her nails painted and did she have nice feet ? Was she pretty ? Was her head covered ?

First, my friend, and all of her four sisters, are literally gorgeous, with equally impressive feet. I don’t say this lightly, as I tend to have high standards in women. I tried for a long time to date my friend, and eventually succeeded in doing so, as she does not strictly practice her faith. If I may say, the rest of her physique was as inspiring as her feet.

Her sisters toes had a clear polish to them, but not with any color. Regarding the word “tickle” or “ticklish”, she never directly used it in our conversations, but her feet were absolutely responding sensitively to the tickling. Lastly, her head was covered the entire time I was in my friends home.

 

[Jack Sanfini]

First, my friend, and all of her four sisters, are literally gorgeous, with equally impressive feet. I don’t say this lightly, as I tend to have high standards in women. I tried for a long time to date my friend, and eventually succeeded in doing so, as she does not strictly practice her faith. If I may say, the rest of her physique was as inspiring as her feet.

Her sisters toes had a clear polish to them, but not with any color. Regarding the word “tickle” or “ticklish”, she never directly used it in our conversations, but her feet were absolutely responding sensitively to the tickling. Lastly, her head was covered the entire time I was in my friends home.

Wow. When finally dating her sister, your friend did you ever tickle her ? Did she ever say the word ? Tell us how you tickled her. I Love these kind of experiences. Thanks for sharing.

 

[milagros317]

Welcome to the TMF, TrueTickler, and congratulations on making your first posts. 😀
This is a wonderful place. Have fun here.

I do recall a passage in The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini, a novel set in Afganistan, indicating that a Muslim husband might wish to kill another man who touched his wife's bare feet, even as innocently as a shoe store clerk might do so. So be careful.

 

[TrueTickler]

Wow. When finally dating her sister, your friend did you ever tickle her ? Did she ever say the word ? Tell us how you tickled her. I Love these kind of experiences. Thanks for sharing.

I have tickled her many times before. Fortunately, she has let go of the past involving her sister, but it wasn’t easy getting there.

My favorite experience was when I took her to a casino, and had her sit at a Blackjack table. I secretly bought the two guys on either side of her a round of drinks if they would tickle her feet while she played. This experience almost made my loose my composure, in excitement. I’ll share it sometime soon.

If the truth be told, I’m meeting her out tonight, and I'm confident it will end up in a sexual/tickling experience by the end of the night.

Any special requests, if it goes this way?

 

[TrueTickler]

Welcome to the TMF, TrueTickler, and congratulations on making your first posts. 😀
This is a wonderful place. Have fun here.

I do recall a passage in The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini, a novel set in Afganistan, indicating that a Moslem husband might wish to kill another man who touched his wife's bare feet, even as innocently as a shoe store clerk might do so. So be careful.

Thank you my friend, for the advice. I do indeed need to always be careful of such aggressive reactions, and I appreciate the concern.

Fortunately, her family isn’t quite that radical. None the less, I’m sure my encounter would not have been received well, it it has become known.

 

[Wesker28]

My favorite experience was when I took her to a casino, and had her sit at a Blackjack table. I secretly bought the two guys on either side of her a round of drinks if they would tickle her feet while she played. This experience almost made my loose my composure, in excitement. I’ll share it sometime soon.

Sounds like an incredible experience. Please do share that.

 

[Studious_Hustler]

Literally, her eyes enlarged to the size of pie-plates

I thought this story was supposed to be "not fictitious"

 

[TrueTickler]

I thought this story was supposed to be "not fictitious"

I’m not sure exactly what your driving at. You do understand that this statement was simply for effect?

 

[TrueTickler]

Sounds like an incredible experience. Please do share that.

I’ll be posting this story tonight per your request, Wesker28.

 

[P4E]

Can vouch for you that middle Eastern women have nice feet, a work colleague is from Kuwait & has shown me her feet several times, size 7 uk, long toes & stunning soles.

 

[Jack Sanfini]

I’ll be posting this story tonight per your request, Wesker28.

True, can you post a photo of her or even just her feet ? We'd love to see it. Kept thinking of that awesome Casino story !

 

[TrueTickler]

True, can you post a photo of her or even just her feet ? We'd love to see it. Kept thinking of that awesome Casino story !

I have both photos and videos of her, but almost all of those include her face or something that could identify her in them, and that is something that she would never allow. I can certainly take footage of her, without her identity, being compromised, but I somewhat feel guilty if I don’t let her know what my intentions are.

This will be an interesting bridge for me to cross, but I’m excited to try.

 

[TrueTickler]

Can vouch for you that middle Eastern women have nice feet, a work colleague is from Kuwait & has shown me her feet several times, size 7 uk, long toes & stunning soles.

Before I was with my first Middle-Eastern woman, I never thought that their feet would collectively be so attractive. I was more than proved wrong, and I am finding that most of the girls I run across have at least acceptable feet, and some, simply gorgeous.

 

[Jack Sanfini]

I have both photos and videos of her, but almost all of those include her face or something that could identify her in them, and that is something that she would never allow. I can certainly take footage of her, without her identity, being compromised, but I somewhat feel guilty if I don’t let her know what my intentions are.

This will be an interesting bridge for me to cross, but I’m excited to try.

I certainly understand your concerns, footage of her feet but not revealing her identity would be cool. I see tons of Middle Eastern women since I live and work in NYC. Some are more westernized byt they all seem to have nice feet. I've always wanted to tickle their feet.

 

[TickleYeti]

Before I relive my experience, a little about me. I have never posted to this forum before, but decided it was time to do so, at the prompting of one of my female friends. She is aware, and has been a part, of several of my ticking encounters in the past. I am a very fortunate man indeed, who has had many erotic encounters over the course of my live, which I would now like to share with you. I only ask that you do not judge me regarding my scruples, and decisions and situations that some might refer to improper. I enjoy living life to the fullest, and I have crossed many “boundaries” to engage in my escapades. All of the stories will relay are not fictitious, and the product of my endless pursuit of tickling encounters, and my passion for female feet. With all this noted, I’ll begin with one of experiences.

A powerful fantasy come to life it was, for sure. I remember when I was visiting my friends place, and her Middle-Eastern sister was in-country from overseas. She was tall, stunning, with size eleven feet that had a very nice arch to them.

Well, I happened to stop by to see my friend, when her sister answered the door. She had known me previously through my friend, but I was surprised when she let me in, given the protocols of her Islamic faith. She proceeded to tell me her sister was not home, and that she was exhausted, being seven months pregnant, and was resting on the couch when I arrived. After letting me in, she went back to the couch and ceremoniously propped her feet up on the armrest of the couch, exposing her pretty soft feet.

I immediately became fixated, and knew I had to find a way to get my fingers on those soles. So I walked over to her and displayed a concerned look on my face. I then asked her if she was alright, because the health of her feet was telling me different. With a look consternation, she sighed, and asked “what do you mean”. I simply said that I am a amateur Reflexologist, and her feet were neurologically telling me that her system was slightly off, but that I could help her.

Now I know it can be unacceptable for any man to touch an Islamic woman in even remotely a sensual way, and especially by a non-Muslim, but I went on to say that I could “adjust” her condition through acupressure on the soles of her feet. She gave a strange look, and asked, “what if I don’t”? I responded by letting her that her equilibrium would degrade. She paused for a minute, and hesitantly stated, “please make it quick, my feet are sensitive”.

I felt a surge of excitement course throughout my body, and stepped towards her feet, placed my hands on them, and began to vigorously message them. I immediately noticed that she was fighting the sensation, but after several minutes, she relaxed and accepted the experience. Now, that would have been enough for me, but I decided to push my proverbial luck, and transfer to a tickling mode.

I told her that in Reflexology, hard must always be followed by soft. I then began to lightly trace my fingers down the soles of her feet, giving plenty of attention to her arches and toes. Literally, her eyes enlarged to the size of pie-plates, and she began to bite her left hand, in trying to fight the experience.I was completely taken at this point, and in my mind, I badly wanted to tickle her until she screamed for me to stop. She arched her feet and scrunched her toes, and said to me, “please stop, that’s enough”. I refused her plea, and kept tickling her, as an uncomfortable quiet fell over the room. I gave myself to the idea that this was becoming a non-consensual experience, and that was intoxicating to me.

I continued to tickle her for almost five minutes, and though she could have easily pulled her feet from the couch’s armrest, she never did. It was absolutely exhilarating, and ranks in my top ten tickling experiences.

Unfortunately she told her sister about what happened, and she and it challenged our friendship for a long while. This is often the price I have paid to pursue my tickling desires, but I have been fortunate to have lived a life of amazing encounters.

I will share more of them, if the TMF members approve.

Dont know how likely this is, but pretty disappointed to see outright deception and forced noncon.... experiences like that are what give people such an aversion to what should be a joyous and positive experience 🙁

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[TrueTickler]

Dont know how likely this is, but pretty disappointed to see outright deception and forced noncon.... experiences like that are what give people such an aversion to what should be a joyous and positive experience 🙁

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My apologies if you don’t approve of my tactics, but for me, those brief moments where a ticklish endeavor becomes non-consensual are usually the most erotic. The “line” that I won’t cross is where pain or extreme discomfort become the experience. It’s simply knowing when to cease activity, and understanding what reasonable limits are.

Lastly, if “deception” was a criteria to be considered off-limits, then literally many of the members to this site, who have been involved in tickling for a long time such as myself, would be guilty of it.

Anyways, I respect your opinion, none the less.

 

[TickleYeti]

My apologies if you don’t approve of my tactics, but for me, those brief moments where a ticklish endeavor becomes non-consensual are usually the most erotic. The “line” that I won’t cross is where pain or extreme discomfort become the experience. It’s simply knowing when to cease activity, and understanding what reasonable limits are.

Lastly, if “deception” was a criteria to be considered off-limits, then literally many of the members to this site, who have been involved in tickling for a long time such as myself, would be guilty of it.

Anyways, I respect your opinion, none the less.

Ultimately, how you choose to act is up to you, but I caution you against inflicting any form of trauma/negative experience on an unwilling person for the sake of your own pleasure, that's a slippery slope, and the bottom of that slope is dark indeed.

And whether or not anyone else does a thing certainly doesn't make it right, again, your final call on how to proceed, just wanted to share some caution.

Cheers

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[TrueTickler]

Ultimately, how you choose to act is up to you, but I caution you against inflicting any form of trauma/negative experience on an unwilling person for the sake of your own pleasure, that's a slippery slope, and the bottom of that slope is dark indeed.

And whether or not anyone else does a thing certainly doesn't make it right, again, your final call on how to proceed, just wanted to share some caution.

Cheers

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I agree with you, and to support your position. I have often noticed how forced tickling is often incorporated in sadomasochistic activities, and accompanies such things as bastinado.

While I understand and appreciate the power of fantasy, this is a specific road in reality that no decent person should travel.