With all that's going on in my life, I wanted to post to my blog to tell the forum about something that I've been doing for years, but haven't had the courage to discuss, until now.
Most people who have talked to me know that my main fantasy is tickle bandit, about a guy who breaks in, ties a girl, robs her, dominates her, and leaves. I've had this fantasy since my teen years, although with a foot sucking bandit back then, before I knew I was into tickling.
For twenty years, maybe more, I've been writing different variations of the same type of story. I'm in the house with a girl. Sometimes it might be a newscaster, weather girl, girl I know, in the past a friend's mother, etc. I ask that girl to smell her feet. She agrees quickly. Then I tickle her feet, and she wiggles her toes like crazy. She then stands barefoot on a ladder for me. After that, two different variations occur. One variation is where a bandit breaks in, forces her to give him her money, and then she stands at the wall, hands up, on her toes, and gives him her outstretched foot, as he tickles it. Another variation is where she is held up either as she's about to enter her house, or even on the street, and she is told to stand high on her toes after giving the guy her money, and the guy reaches down, and either gives a quick tickle of her foot, or forces her to lie down on the ground, where he sucks her toes, before leaving.
I have literally thousands of these stories, written, by hand, since I've been in my teens. I might have twenty or thirty different stories written with the same person as the foot attacked or tickle victim, spread out over time. They are all kept in a huge clothing box that an item of my mom's once came in. I've written them from the 1980s, to the current time.
The only one who knows about these stories is my best friend, until now. I dont know if this is a big or small revelation, and I have no idea why I keep writing them. It's a release of tension. Sometimes I havent written one for weeks, and other times I do several in a week. I just did one earlier this evening, about the girl who cuts my hair.
When I move, hopefully please God with my mom, I will have to tape this box up, as I dont want anyone to see them.
Thoughts on this? Is this just another variation of a release of tension, or tickle fantasy?
Mitch
Most people who have talked to me know that my main fantasy is tickle bandit, about a guy who breaks in, ties a girl, robs her, dominates her, and leaves. I've had this fantasy since my teen years, although with a foot sucking bandit back then, before I knew I was into tickling.
For twenty years, maybe more, I've been writing different variations of the same type of story. I'm in the house with a girl. Sometimes it might be a newscaster, weather girl, girl I know, in the past a friend's mother, etc. I ask that girl to smell her feet. She agrees quickly. Then I tickle her feet, and she wiggles her toes like crazy. She then stands barefoot on a ladder for me. After that, two different variations occur. One variation is where a bandit breaks in, forces her to give him her money, and then she stands at the wall, hands up, on her toes, and gives him her outstretched foot, as he tickles it. Another variation is where she is held up either as she's about to enter her house, or even on the street, and she is told to stand high on her toes after giving the guy her money, and the guy reaches down, and either gives a quick tickle of her foot, or forces her to lie down on the ground, where he sucks her toes, before leaving.
I have literally thousands of these stories, written, by hand, since I've been in my teens. I might have twenty or thirty different stories written with the same person as the foot attacked or tickle victim, spread out over time. They are all kept in a huge clothing box that an item of my mom's once came in. I've written them from the 1980s, to the current time.
The only one who knows about these stories is my best friend, until now. I dont know if this is a big or small revelation, and I have no idea why I keep writing them. It's a release of tension. Sometimes I havent written one for weeks, and other times I do several in a week. I just did one earlier this evening, about the girl who cuts my hair.
When I move, hopefully please God with my mom, I will have to tape this box up, as I dont want anyone to see them.
Thoughts on this? Is this just another variation of a release of tension, or tickle fantasy?
Mitch
