Alexballa1
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Disclaimer: This is my first post on the TMF in the six years I've been a part of the community. The story is a little long so have patience as it builds up to the climax. Thanks in advance for reading.
I've had a foot fetish since I was a child and often found myself being attracted to women based on personality and typical body features, but feet especially. If you're familiar with the movie Boomerang, the main character would often take a look at his hook-ups feet to determine if there was a potential relationship. While the look of a woman's feet is not a make or break for me in a relationship it assists with my level of attraction. I grew up in the era where the internet was expanding and I was dependent on AOL for entertainment and discovery purposes. As I got deeper into my fetish I became more curious and sought out information. The internet not only introduced me to a variety of sites to fulfill my current indulgences but introduced me to a plethora of other fetishes associated with feet. Mostly interactions that can be done with feet. I'm mainly attracted to the soles of the feet and all the parts associated with. Everything from the toes and the wrinkles made from wiggling to the arch and the dip of the inner side. So imagine a 12-year-old me witnessing tickling and its focus on touching soles to elicit a reaction. I was immediately enamored with various sites that not only showcased women's beautiful feet but a plethora of toys utilized to make them wiggle, stretch and scrunch. Even more so I fell in love with the reactions created by it. The streams of laughter evoked when the stiff end of the feather hits the arch or the squeal when the electric toothbrush hit the base of the toes. I found myself almost obsessed with sites like Tickling Media Forum, SoleFood Cafe, and Tickle Theater. These sites continually fed my fetish and I wanted to experience these opportunities for myself, so I found myself almost always trying to sneak tickles in at the pool and beach during various summer camps. It was taken as childhood playfulness and no one noticed a thing. As I got older I got slightly manipulative, taking advantage of girls who had crushes on me even going so far to tell a young girl that I could help cure her of ticklishness. It just ended up being me holding her barefoot and running my finger up and down her sole telling her to resist. She was none the wiser and enjoyed the attention, but this happened once as she discovered I was crushing on another girl. Fast forward to college and I'm offering foot massages to my dates probing a bounty of creamy soles for their level of ticklishness. I'd oil them and experiment with the arches, balls, and toes to assess heightened sensitivity looking for reactions. More often than not I would get the result I was looking for. Clumsily running my fingers down a sensitive arch or through a digit would result in a quick pull away, squeal, or quick fit of giggle. I'm loving this, but am reluctant to do more since it would inevitably reveal my fetish. I'd ask questions of my girlfriends to seek aligned interest and almost always questions remained stagnant never moving past query stage due to fear of being revealed. "What's it like getting a pedicure when you're so ticklish?" or "Which part of your foot is the most ticklish, so I don't massage it again?". I found myself craving an authentic tickle experience where I, the ler could find a beautiful woman with beautifully soft and creamy sole to tickle.
Fast forward a few years and I'm dating a beautiful woman who is intelligent, empathetic, independent, goofy, and open. Strangely all the things I'm accustomed to in dating are reversed as she initiates most of the conversation in trying to know me. I still try to indulge my fetish a little bit with the massage question, but she resists immediately because she hates feet. I'm let down, but as mentioned earlier indulgences are not a make or break for me. It sucks at first because her feet are gorgeous. I'm talking size eight long shapely toes, soft wrinkles, mid-size arch, and damn near perfect pedicured polished toes. Her feet are always active from wiggling her toes to caressing one foot with the other, but I remain in control and let the relationship develop in a healthy manner. Eventually, we get to the question of sexual turn on's and I'm dodging her questions left and right, which cause frustrations because I don't like to reveal my secrets to anybody. Hell, not even my closest of friends are aware of my hidden fetish. One night I'm not firing on all cylinders sexually and she's racking her brain trying to think of things to turn me on and I'm distant trying to find ways to tell her about it. I'm a mumbling mess and like a new born child trying to give her tips, but she knows I'm hiding something. She's avid about knowing and I'm anxious to tell her, so I cave in about my foot/tickle fetish. Shockingly, she's relieved because she believed I had testicular cancer or another level of dysfunction. She's curious and begins to let me know that having a fetish isn't a problem with her, but also lets me know that she hates feet and is insanely ticklish. She's barely hesitant with showing her feet and proceeds to place her beautiful soles in my face. Happy as I've ever been I proceed to caress, lick, and suck her toes while she's telling me how weird it feels. Now the foot fetish is one thing, but tickling her is another.
I've tested her feet out during the first worship sessions and she has the most ticklish arches, often pulling away when I nibble on the inside. The second time I experiment is in typical flirty fashion with us play fighting and me taking advantage of her ticklish arches and bringing her to submission. The third time around I convince her to let me do it for 30 seconds. During the ask I notice just how reluctant she is and her continuous sighs and groans about the process. Taking into consideration I go light. I spider my fingers over her soles hitting her arches primarily. I tease and start with one finger gently stroking her arch and adding more fingers to drag along the middle of her sole. It's cute, she resists for a couple of seconds before succumbing to bubbly giggles, occasional squeaks, and a plethora of NO's! Needless to say, I don't let it define our sexual relationship and we're able to enjoy ourselves without incorporating it. So we've been dating for close to a year and we've had two tickle trials and each didn't exceed longer than 30 seconds until this weekend. During her period we prefer not to have sex and cuddle and make out as a substitute, but this time around she is apologetic and states what else can she do to substitute for no sex. Immediately I suggest a 1min 45 tickle session. She reluctantly agrees. I've been ready for this for a long time now. I take my time massaging lotion over every crevice of her soles ensuring I add an extra layer so her soles glisten. She lays on her back and I sit on her legs prepared with my fingers and a big pen cap to surprise. I tell her to take a couple of breaths to prepare and finally start the timer. I start off with her right foot and dig my fingers into her incredibly sensitive arch eliciting electric toe wiggling and scrunches. Her laughter is always a build up fluctuating from a mid-range,"Hehehehehehehehe" to a pronounced "AhhhHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH". To spread out the time I pause the clock and give her a quick break because of the intensity. I get back to business incorporating both hands this time. Her feet flex and a stream of laughs continually pour out as I strategically stroke two fingers up and down both her soles. Per usual, her arches are the main objective, as I switch from both feet to one. Gripping her toes inwards so I can run along the grooves of her soft wrinkles that form at the arches. She is beside herself with laughter but has become slightly accustomed to the fingers. With thirty seconds left I give her another break and proceed to brandish my ultimate weapon the PEN CAP. I start the clock again and run my fingers gently up her soles with subtle laughter coming forth. Without any warning I take the pen cap to her right arch. Immediately she burst in electric laughter bucking in vain as I simultaneously get the left arch with my finger and the right with the pen cap edge. As the 15 seconds wind down I motion quick writing zig zags sinking her into helpless ticklish laughter. She moves her feet side to side, covers one over the other, and rubs them furiously to reduce the ticklish sensation but to no avail. The clock beeps and I get off her legs leaving her breathless. I return to her side and plant a kiss on her cheek. Without saying much of word she returns to sleep.
The next day plays out pretty normal in terms of interaction, as we go out, visit friends, and binge on Netflix. As sure as the day came it comes to a close and we're back in bed. We stay up talking for hours and eventually come onto the subject of my fetish and how it came to fruition. I give her the rundown of how it all developed and she begins to apologize once again for the lack of sex. Again she asks, "How can I make it up?". Of course, I suggest tickling, but this time I get to incorporate various tools to explore her creamy soles. There are sighs and groans, but she's eager to make it up to me so she obliges. This round I retrieve a tooth brush, hair brush, and pen cap. This time I say I'm going to tickle her with the designated tool until she guesses, once she guesses I then subject her to 30 seconds of tickling with the specific object. Finally, the end session will be non-stop tickling for 1 min with two tools of my choice. I begin with a quick exploration of her feet while asking a question about her sensitivity. I have her place her feet on my lap and I begin soft tickling with my fingers. My general exploration of the tickle journey starts at her plump toes. I’m slightly disappointed as there is no reaction in between her toes and she proceeds to tell me of the lack of tickle, but it all changes when I discover a secret spot. I lightly run my index finger down the base of her pinky toe causing her to buck and let out a quick giggle. “That tickles! That tickles!”, she screams! I keep a quick mental note of this for the upcoming session. I continue my exploration of her feet, running my index finger down the base of her toes, the ball of her foot, the heels, but especially the arch. Light giggling proceeds throughout the duration of my assessment. I take my time with both feet asking which tickles more. She says it’s too hard to tell, but I quickly help her make the distinction by digging my nail deeper into each arch separately. The right foot is the winner as she doesn’t hesitate to retract her foot from my iron grip. Now that I’ve fully assessed her soles I prepare for the real session. I apply a dollop of lotion to both feet ensuring that the glisten of the previous session is more than the previous. The application of lotion on her soles is even eliciting soft giggles and I realize her level ticklishness has slightly risen in the past day. She turns over on her belly and I sit down on her legs more intent on making this a more thrilling experience than the last. Without a moment’s notice, I apply both index fingers to her arches and begin to madly scribble causing her to giggle. This time around she’s trying to resist, but it’s difficult because she has to guess what I’m using to tickle her feet. With no real means to hold back her laugh, she’s squeaking and guawffing. Because my fingernails are so sharp she’s unsure and screams out, “I DON’T KNOW”! It’s adorable and I dig deeper with two fingers scribbling on the balls and arches of her feet. “HehehehehahaahahaF-F-Fingers”! she squeaks. For guessing, I give her a reward, a full 30 seconds of tickling. I draw tiny circles, scratch up and down, and zig across her beautiful feet driving her mad with delightful giggles. With fingers completed I move to my next favorite tool, the toothbrush. I begin moving it vertically across the base of her toes. The brushing is music to my ears and I love the sound when the toothbrush runs across her arches. She arches her back and lets forth a peel of giggles. “HeheheheheTOOTHBRUSH”, she screams surprisingly. Didn’t expect her to guess it so soon, but it doesn’t matter because I have 30 seconds to play with her tootsies a little longer. I begin my assault moving the brush in a circular motion along her arch making sure to alternate between the base of the toes. She bucks and wiggles trying to escape, but it doesn’t matter. I reward her efforts by brushing the toothbrush against the underside of her cute pinky toe. “OHMYGODhehehehehehehehehe”, she screams! I’m excited that the technique brought such a reaction. I finish the final seconds by madly moving the toothbrush across the balls of her feet. I let her catch her breath because the next tool is bound to make her laugh harder than previously. The pen cap edge had incredible effects on her soles last time and I’m excited to unleash it on her poor defenseless arches once again. I resume my attack switching the cap from right arch to left arch with the same effective zig zag pattern of the last session. She loses her mind in laughter and tries her hardest to pull her feet away from me, but unfortunately, they stay in the same place. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT-T-THEPEN”! she yelps. Good guessing means very little with that 30 seconds in my pocket. I continue to draw up and down her soles starting slow and then picking up the pace. The reaction is beautiful as she squeaks and wiggles her plump long toes as if there is electricity running through them. The ticklish sensation is shooting through her soles and she's desperately trying to get rid of the feeling by rubbing her soles together. Last, but not least is the hairbrush and my only regret is not having baby oil to lather on her soles. I begin and the effects are music to my ears. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEEHAHA”, burst from her lungs as she contorts along my bed. I run it up and down her soles aggressively trying to get as much of a reaction as possible before she guesses. Unfortunately, she does quickly saying it reminds her of the pumice stone used by the pedicurist. I change my method for the final round and instead of the 30 seconds of tickling with the single tool I move to the 1 min with two tools. My weapons of choice are the toothbrush and hair brush. The 30 second for tickling is transformed into a break time so she can prepare herself. When the time expires I look back at her and tell her to get ready, she braces and I unleash all my tickle fury on her beautiful soles. “HAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOHMYGOD” erupts from her mouth as I use the toothbrush to get alongside her pinky toe on her right foot and utilize the brush to go up and down the left. Bucking, thrusting, squeaking, and hysterical laughter is all that remain of my girlfriend as I simultaneously brush up and down her soft soles with both toothbrush and hairbrush. Beside herself, with laughter, I switch up techniques making sure to elicit as many pure laughs as possible. I make sure to hit every wrinkle and toe of these beautiful feet. We finally come to a close and she remains breathless from my ticklish assault. I’ve finally lived my first tickler experience and enjoyed every minute of it, but it’s bittersweet because my lady feels the opposite. We talk about it later and she did not enjoy the level of torture at all. Not only that, but she’s afraid tickling will be an indulgence that takes over our normal sexual activities. She wants me to be myself but knows this is a kink that might prove to be a future barrier.
I respect my lady and love her more than anything, so I’m willing to sacrifice this fetish for the greater good of the relationship. Have any of the TMF members been in a situation like this where you’ve had to make a choice between fetish and relationship? If so, how did you approach it? Any advice would be grateful.
I've had a foot fetish since I was a child and often found myself being attracted to women based on personality and typical body features, but feet especially. If you're familiar with the movie Boomerang, the main character would often take a look at his hook-ups feet to determine if there was a potential relationship. While the look of a woman's feet is not a make or break for me in a relationship it assists with my level of attraction. I grew up in the era where the internet was expanding and I was dependent on AOL for entertainment and discovery purposes. As I got deeper into my fetish I became more curious and sought out information. The internet not only introduced me to a variety of sites to fulfill my current indulgences but introduced me to a plethora of other fetishes associated with feet. Mostly interactions that can be done with feet. I'm mainly attracted to the soles of the feet and all the parts associated with. Everything from the toes and the wrinkles made from wiggling to the arch and the dip of the inner side. So imagine a 12-year-old me witnessing tickling and its focus on touching soles to elicit a reaction. I was immediately enamored with various sites that not only showcased women's beautiful feet but a plethora of toys utilized to make them wiggle, stretch and scrunch. Even more so I fell in love with the reactions created by it. The streams of laughter evoked when the stiff end of the feather hits the arch or the squeal when the electric toothbrush hit the base of the toes. I found myself almost obsessed with sites like Tickling Media Forum, SoleFood Cafe, and Tickle Theater. These sites continually fed my fetish and I wanted to experience these opportunities for myself, so I found myself almost always trying to sneak tickles in at the pool and beach during various summer camps. It was taken as childhood playfulness and no one noticed a thing. As I got older I got slightly manipulative, taking advantage of girls who had crushes on me even going so far to tell a young girl that I could help cure her of ticklishness. It just ended up being me holding her barefoot and running my finger up and down her sole telling her to resist. She was none the wiser and enjoyed the attention, but this happened once as she discovered I was crushing on another girl. Fast forward to college and I'm offering foot massages to my dates probing a bounty of creamy soles for their level of ticklishness. I'd oil them and experiment with the arches, balls, and toes to assess heightened sensitivity looking for reactions. More often than not I would get the result I was looking for. Clumsily running my fingers down a sensitive arch or through a digit would result in a quick pull away, squeal, or quick fit of giggle. I'm loving this, but am reluctant to do more since it would inevitably reveal my fetish. I'd ask questions of my girlfriends to seek aligned interest and almost always questions remained stagnant never moving past query stage due to fear of being revealed. "What's it like getting a pedicure when you're so ticklish?" or "Which part of your foot is the most ticklish, so I don't massage it again?". I found myself craving an authentic tickle experience where I, the ler could find a beautiful woman with beautifully soft and creamy sole to tickle.
Fast forward a few years and I'm dating a beautiful woman who is intelligent, empathetic, independent, goofy, and open. Strangely all the things I'm accustomed to in dating are reversed as she initiates most of the conversation in trying to know me. I still try to indulge my fetish a little bit with the massage question, but she resists immediately because she hates feet. I'm let down, but as mentioned earlier indulgences are not a make or break for me. It sucks at first because her feet are gorgeous. I'm talking size eight long shapely toes, soft wrinkles, mid-size arch, and damn near perfect pedicured polished toes. Her feet are always active from wiggling her toes to caressing one foot with the other, but I remain in control and let the relationship develop in a healthy manner. Eventually, we get to the question of sexual turn on's and I'm dodging her questions left and right, which cause frustrations because I don't like to reveal my secrets to anybody. Hell, not even my closest of friends are aware of my hidden fetish. One night I'm not firing on all cylinders sexually and she's racking her brain trying to think of things to turn me on and I'm distant trying to find ways to tell her about it. I'm a mumbling mess and like a new born child trying to give her tips, but she knows I'm hiding something. She's avid about knowing and I'm anxious to tell her, so I cave in about my foot/tickle fetish. Shockingly, she's relieved because she believed I had testicular cancer or another level of dysfunction. She's curious and begins to let me know that having a fetish isn't a problem with her, but also lets me know that she hates feet and is insanely ticklish. She's barely hesitant with showing her feet and proceeds to place her beautiful soles in my face. Happy as I've ever been I proceed to caress, lick, and suck her toes while she's telling me how weird it feels. Now the foot fetish is one thing, but tickling her is another.
I've tested her feet out during the first worship sessions and she has the most ticklish arches, often pulling away when I nibble on the inside. The second time I experiment is in typical flirty fashion with us play fighting and me taking advantage of her ticklish arches and bringing her to submission. The third time around I convince her to let me do it for 30 seconds. During the ask I notice just how reluctant she is and her continuous sighs and groans about the process. Taking into consideration I go light. I spider my fingers over her soles hitting her arches primarily. I tease and start with one finger gently stroking her arch and adding more fingers to drag along the middle of her sole. It's cute, she resists for a couple of seconds before succumbing to bubbly giggles, occasional squeaks, and a plethora of NO's! Needless to say, I don't let it define our sexual relationship and we're able to enjoy ourselves without incorporating it. So we've been dating for close to a year and we've had two tickle trials and each didn't exceed longer than 30 seconds until this weekend. During her period we prefer not to have sex and cuddle and make out as a substitute, but this time around she is apologetic and states what else can she do to substitute for no sex. Immediately I suggest a 1min 45 tickle session. She reluctantly agrees. I've been ready for this for a long time now. I take my time massaging lotion over every crevice of her soles ensuring I add an extra layer so her soles glisten. She lays on her back and I sit on her legs prepared with my fingers and a big pen cap to surprise. I tell her to take a couple of breaths to prepare and finally start the timer. I start off with her right foot and dig my fingers into her incredibly sensitive arch eliciting electric toe wiggling and scrunches. Her laughter is always a build up fluctuating from a mid-range,"Hehehehehehehehe" to a pronounced "AhhhHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH". To spread out the time I pause the clock and give her a quick break because of the intensity. I get back to business incorporating both hands this time. Her feet flex and a stream of laughs continually pour out as I strategically stroke two fingers up and down both her soles. Per usual, her arches are the main objective, as I switch from both feet to one. Gripping her toes inwards so I can run along the grooves of her soft wrinkles that form at the arches. She is beside herself with laughter but has become slightly accustomed to the fingers. With thirty seconds left I give her another break and proceed to brandish my ultimate weapon the PEN CAP. I start the clock again and run my fingers gently up her soles with subtle laughter coming forth. Without any warning I take the pen cap to her right arch. Immediately she burst in electric laughter bucking in vain as I simultaneously get the left arch with my finger and the right with the pen cap edge. As the 15 seconds wind down I motion quick writing zig zags sinking her into helpless ticklish laughter. She moves her feet side to side, covers one over the other, and rubs them furiously to reduce the ticklish sensation but to no avail. The clock beeps and I get off her legs leaving her breathless. I return to her side and plant a kiss on her cheek. Without saying much of word she returns to sleep.
The next day plays out pretty normal in terms of interaction, as we go out, visit friends, and binge on Netflix. As sure as the day came it comes to a close and we're back in bed. We stay up talking for hours and eventually come onto the subject of my fetish and how it came to fruition. I give her the rundown of how it all developed and she begins to apologize once again for the lack of sex. Again she asks, "How can I make it up?". Of course, I suggest tickling, but this time I get to incorporate various tools to explore her creamy soles. There are sighs and groans, but she's eager to make it up to me so she obliges. This round I retrieve a tooth brush, hair brush, and pen cap. This time I say I'm going to tickle her with the designated tool until she guesses, once she guesses I then subject her to 30 seconds of tickling with the specific object. Finally, the end session will be non-stop tickling for 1 min with two tools of my choice. I begin with a quick exploration of her feet while asking a question about her sensitivity. I have her place her feet on my lap and I begin soft tickling with my fingers. My general exploration of the tickle journey starts at her plump toes. I’m slightly disappointed as there is no reaction in between her toes and she proceeds to tell me of the lack of tickle, but it all changes when I discover a secret spot. I lightly run my index finger down the base of her pinky toe causing her to buck and let out a quick giggle. “That tickles! That tickles!”, she screams! I keep a quick mental note of this for the upcoming session. I continue my exploration of her feet, running my index finger down the base of her toes, the ball of her foot, the heels, but especially the arch. Light giggling proceeds throughout the duration of my assessment. I take my time with both feet asking which tickles more. She says it’s too hard to tell, but I quickly help her make the distinction by digging my nail deeper into each arch separately. The right foot is the winner as she doesn’t hesitate to retract her foot from my iron grip. Now that I’ve fully assessed her soles I prepare for the real session. I apply a dollop of lotion to both feet ensuring that the glisten of the previous session is more than the previous. The application of lotion on her soles is even eliciting soft giggles and I realize her level ticklishness has slightly risen in the past day. She turns over on her belly and I sit down on her legs more intent on making this a more thrilling experience than the last. Without a moment’s notice, I apply both index fingers to her arches and begin to madly scribble causing her to giggle. This time around she’s trying to resist, but it’s difficult because she has to guess what I’m using to tickle her feet. With no real means to hold back her laugh, she’s squeaking and guawffing. Because my fingernails are so sharp she’s unsure and screams out, “I DON’T KNOW”! It’s adorable and I dig deeper with two fingers scribbling on the balls and arches of her feet. “HehehehehahaahahaF-F-Fingers”! she squeaks. For guessing, I give her a reward, a full 30 seconds of tickling. I draw tiny circles, scratch up and down, and zig across her beautiful feet driving her mad with delightful giggles. With fingers completed I move to my next favorite tool, the toothbrush. I begin moving it vertically across the base of her toes. The brushing is music to my ears and I love the sound when the toothbrush runs across her arches. She arches her back and lets forth a peel of giggles. “HeheheheheTOOTHBRUSH”, she screams surprisingly. Didn’t expect her to guess it so soon, but it doesn’t matter because I have 30 seconds to play with her tootsies a little longer. I begin my assault moving the brush in a circular motion along her arch making sure to alternate between the base of the toes. She bucks and wiggles trying to escape, but it doesn’t matter. I reward her efforts by brushing the toothbrush against the underside of her cute pinky toe. “OHMYGODhehehehehehehehehe”, she screams! I’m excited that the technique brought such a reaction. I finish the final seconds by madly moving the toothbrush across the balls of her feet. I let her catch her breath because the next tool is bound to make her laugh harder than previously. The pen cap edge had incredible effects on her soles last time and I’m excited to unleash it on her poor defenseless arches once again. I resume my attack switching the cap from right arch to left arch with the same effective zig zag pattern of the last session. She loses her mind in laughter and tries her hardest to pull her feet away from me, but unfortunately, they stay in the same place. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT-T-THEPEN”! she yelps. Good guessing means very little with that 30 seconds in my pocket. I continue to draw up and down her soles starting slow and then picking up the pace. The reaction is beautiful as she squeaks and wiggles her plump long toes as if there is electricity running through them. The ticklish sensation is shooting through her soles and she's desperately trying to get rid of the feeling by rubbing her soles together. Last, but not least is the hairbrush and my only regret is not having baby oil to lather on her soles. I begin and the effects are music to my ears. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEEHAHA”, burst from her lungs as she contorts along my bed. I run it up and down her soles aggressively trying to get as much of a reaction as possible before she guesses. Unfortunately, she does quickly saying it reminds her of the pumice stone used by the pedicurist. I change my method for the final round and instead of the 30 seconds of tickling with the single tool I move to the 1 min with two tools. My weapons of choice are the toothbrush and hair brush. The 30 second for tickling is transformed into a break time so she can prepare herself. When the time expires I look back at her and tell her to get ready, she braces and I unleash all my tickle fury on her beautiful soles. “HAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOHMYGOD” erupts from her mouth as I use the toothbrush to get alongside her pinky toe on her right foot and utilize the brush to go up and down the left. Bucking, thrusting, squeaking, and hysterical laughter is all that remain of my girlfriend as I simultaneously brush up and down her soft soles with both toothbrush and hairbrush. Beside herself, with laughter, I switch up techniques making sure to elicit as many pure laughs as possible. I make sure to hit every wrinkle and toe of these beautiful feet. We finally come to a close and she remains breathless from my ticklish assault. I’ve finally lived my first tickler experience and enjoyed every minute of it, but it’s bittersweet because my lady feels the opposite. We talk about it later and she did not enjoy the level of torture at all. Not only that, but she’s afraid tickling will be an indulgence that takes over our normal sexual activities. She wants me to be myself but knows this is a kink that might prove to be a future barrier.
I respect my lady and love her more than anything, so I’m willing to sacrifice this fetish for the greater good of the relationship. Have any of the TMF members been in a situation like this where you’ve had to make a choice between fetish and relationship? If so, how did you approach it? Any advice would be grateful.
