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What perpetuated your tickle fetish?

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outkastman

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For me it all started with TMNT and other cartoons when I was around 5. This became more psychological during grade school. I was bullied badly and envied my peers who were getting attention that I, in turn, desired.

Sometimes I get mad at the cartoon producers who put those images into my head at such a suggestible age during my formative years.
 
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Me too.

I do remember the famous TMNT scene, but I actually think that it landed on something that was already there for some reason.
 
Probably my near constant craving for cuddles, touch, and playful intimacy. Even when I was younger tickling has always been seen for me as an intimate activity between romantic partners. Even if sex is rarely involved for me.
 
natscott6282 said:
as far as i know I always had it since before i can even remember
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Same for me. My earliest memories go back to age 4. In those earliest memories, I was obsessed with tickling the bare feet of the girl, age 5, who lived in the apartment next to where I lived.
How those erotic interests, women's feet and tickling, began is beyond memory.
 
I don’t know if mine would have existed if it wasn’t for my college boyfriend. But I’m guessing at some point, it would have. No regrets 🙂
 
milagros317 said:
Same for me. My earliest memories go back to age 4. In those earliest memories, I was obsessed with tickling the bare feet of the girl, age 5, who lived in the apartment next to where I lived.
How those erotic interests, women's feet and tickling, began is beyond memory.
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Like milagros, mine go back to childhood. I was good friends with a girl who lived two houses down. She was the skinny tom boy type girl. Her father was a smallish man, and the wife an extremely large woman. We were playing marbles on her living room floor when her mother stormed into the room and started yelling at her for not doing the dishes (she and her brother had alternating days apparently). The mom told me to hold her wrists. Then she straddled her waist easily pinning her to the floor. I had no idea what was about to happen, when the mom started tickling her ribs. She exploded in laughter and I could feel her pull hard to try to get her hands down to protect her sides. The mom was taunting her and just kept tickling. It was the spark that lit the fire for me. I really enjoyed holding her wrists down and it wasn't very hard because she wasn't strong to begin with. But the tickling seemed to weaken her even more. I held on tight as her mom used her pudgy fingers to work over her ribs and then when she went into her armpits the laughter poured out. The mom laughing the entire time as well. So it didn't feel cruel in any way, but the laughter filled the room. In my mind it seemed like it lasted for a long time, but the reality is probably it was only about 10 minutes. But those 10 minutes have filled my memories decades later and I am convinced that event fueled my adulthood interests.
 
It got imprinted on me at two years old. Apparently I witnessed my Aunt get her toes sucked and tickled while alone in a room with her and her boyfriend.
My mom walked in while I sat there mesmerized by it. I have no memory of this, but believe that’s what did it.
 
What perpetuated my tickling fetish you asked? For starters not only do I have a tickle fetish but I have an underwear fetish as well. I'll explain ever since I was young I like being seen by women while im wearing some sort of sexy looking underwear and the ladies are wearing either lingerie or other sexy underwear themselves. While we're all stripped to our undies, we start touching, rubbing, and tickling each other all over everywhere including parts covered by underwear and continuing until we make each other have orgasms.when I was in mu mid teens, I was at a party that was attended mostly by ladies significantly older than I was. During the party as everyone got drunker as the night went on, the ladies decided that everyone including me should take off our clothes down to just our underwear. Whitch we all did. Then soon after, I felt hands and fingers begin touching and tickling me all around and on my underwear area. I loved it when the women began to gang tickle me. I though I was in heaven. At the same time the lady to my left I was running my fingertips all over and down her panties she was wet down there too. After I awhile I came and so did everyone else. We literally made everyone else have ticklegasms. That's what started by fetish for tickling, I also like to be spanked in my underwear as well
 
What perpetuated it. So I was very shy and Wishful when I was younger and just discovering that I had this sort of affliction for wanting sensitivity in my life. And then I came to a point of closure where I realized that most people are not going to really step out of their patterns so I tickled someone one day and it gave me a little Spark and a taste of what it's like to be powerful and to have that feeling of wanting sensitivity granted and then I became a tickler because I don't want to wait for things anymore
 
I wouldn't have called it a fetish at the time - I wouldn't have known what that meant. But ever since I was a little kid, I have enjoyed seeing people get tickled and have always wondered if people were ticklish. Even in Prep, I have a vague memory of the two of the girls that sat at the front (on the floor) directly at the teacher's feet, saying something like "do you think she's ticklish" or "we should tickle her feet". I can't remember the exact phrase. As I said the memory is really vague, but I remember it happening. That was in 1994.

When I was a kid and we tickled my mum, who was tough and didn't like being tickled and didn't lose composure at all normally, except when getting tickled. Maybe that helped perpetuate it? - Because I could see the control tickling could have over people.

But other then that I don't know what/if anything perpetuated it as such.
 
Yea Bluey1 I remember as a kid I'd see women with hair cascading down their face and something excited me thinking "I bet that tickles". 30+ years later lol.
 
I think I’ve always felt a love for tickling. I couldn’t pinpoint the first example, but it’s been a part of me for as long as I can remember. So much so that I would specifically not tickle someone or talk about it because I knew I liked it in a different way, so I thought that maybe I was taking advantage of people if I tickled them for my enjoyment when they were unaware. I do think in a way, that’s the very thing that perpetuated it for me. The lack of exploring tickle partners and finding like minded people to talk to about tickling meant that it became a much more curious and out of reach subject for me. I think if I had explored it more in my teens or 20s, I might not have such an elevated interest in it today. Maybe, maybe not. It’s difficult to tell.
 
I'd say mine is an offshoot of my foot fetish. I don't think I would have developed it without Howard Stern and the TMF. That being said, I like incorporating it as a gentler, more intimate form of BDSM and bondage/domination. The more aggressive forms make me uncomfortable and this keeps it more playful and respectful.
 
It started during teens and from there, the journey begun. It needs to be said though that tickle fetish is only a one of those for me - I do have plenty other fetishes I enjoy. 🙂
 
I genuinely used to have to sit right at the front of the class during story time, as I misbehaved a bit when I was young (first year of school). I got perfect access to her stocking feet, which I used to tickle everyday. She def enjoyed it so I blame her completely hehe.
It wasn’t before I got to the age of about 11-12 where it became a sexual thing. Also anybody who is from the Uk, there was a great scene where women got their feet tickled and licked by a dog whilst in stocks in a shopping centre! It was called don’t try this at home. That hooked me afterwards! Oh and the Howard stern show! I couldn’t believe at the time that they tickled Pamela Anderson and carmen Electras feet!! Wow, still watch them sometimes.
 
grandpa who had a thing for it as well as I'm sure all the kids media (TMNT) and for me it became a sexual thing around 13
 
It definitely started with a scene in TMNT; I remember thinking how awesome it was to be able to torture someone without mutilating them or making them bleed (I was 8 years old at the time).
 
Mine goes all the way back to VERY early childhood, and to a Mother who was a good sport, and let me tickle her feet occasionally.
 
I was into feet first, asking babysitters to smell their feet.

As an early teenager in summer camp, I saw two female counselors get tickled.

My love of tickling did not start until, as I've mentioned many times on here, I started writing to my late pen pal Don in 1997,.

We started talking about tickling, and had female pen pals who we asked were ticklish.

When Don passed in 2002, I joined TMF and have been here ever since.

Since then, talking about tickling, has made it blossom even more
 
Sunriseticklee said:
My existence.
I honestly believe I was born with it and that it is so deeply engrained in me.

I don't know if there are former lives or alternate universes... But I feel like if there ever were or are... All of them would love tickling too. 💖😂
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I also think it’s something we’re born with, and that the seed gets nourished, and develops with experience.
 
Dman007 said:
Like milagros, mine go back to childhood. I was good friends with a girl who lived two houses down. She was the skinny tom boy type girl. Her father was a smallish man, and the wife an extremely large woman. We were playing marbles on her living room floor when her mother stormed into the room and started yelling at her for not doing the dishes (she and her brother had alternating days apparently). The mom told me to hold her wrists. Then she straddled her waist easily pinning her to the floor. I had no idea what was about to happen, when the mom started tickling her ribs. She exploded in laughter and I could feel her pull hard to try to get her hands down to protect her sides. The mom was taunting her and just kept tickling. It was the spark that lit the fire for me. I really enjoyed holding her wrists down and it wasn't very hard because she wasn't strong to begin with. But the tickling seemed to weaken her even more. I held on tight as her mom used her pudgy fingers to work over her ribs and then when she went into her armpits the laughter poured out. The mom laughing the entire time as well. So it didn't feel cruel in any way, but the laughter filled the room. In my mind it seemed like it lasted for a long time, but the reality is probably it was only about 10 minutes. But those 10 minutes have filled my memories decades later and I am convinced that event fueled my adulthood interests.
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Just trying to get the visual, what color hair did she have, and was she just in a standard shirt and pants? Was she face down or on her back?
 
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