Ever wonder what the difference was? Is there even a difference? It’s a fun little banter between the boy and
I. He’s obsession with my feet. The foot porn entry? It’s what really happens, what goes on here
in the household. But the pounce? It’s not him dropping to his knees to kiss or
lick or worship my feet in any way. He
is obsessed with tickling my feet, which coincidentally are extremely ticklish. He is so completely enamored with the way it
makes me laugh. It’s not my feet that
turn him on, but my laughter, reactions, and the end result that drive him
mad. Somehow it nearly always leads to
some tussling match between us, which ends with me putting him back in his
place. This isn’t a once in a while
thing either. It’s nearly daily. Matters just get worse if my toe nails are
freshly painted. “Like painting a
bull’s-eye on them”, he claims. Clearly
an obsession.
So why don’t I stop the behavior? It’s his face. His emotions will play across his face almost
in a cartoon fashion. The giddiness when
he spots them. Stealing glances like a
kid trying not to get caught staring at a cookie jar. The mischievous look when he tries to slowly
sneak a hand over to get a hold of them.
The guilty look that flashes right before he feigns innocence when he is
caught. Then that final look of
determination, punishment be damn, when he can’t stand it all any longer and he
pounces. In a way, it’s a type of
foreplay we can do regardless of who is around.
But that’s just it.
If kids are not around or sound asleep, this will often result in
sex. Fun, steamy, sexy sex. All from tickling my feet. So even though my feet don’t actually turn
him on like they would a person with a foot fetish, I have no doubt the
resulting fun and silliness does. You
might say he has a tickling fetish, as I’m ticklish everywhere and he will
tickle all over, but the obsession is with tickling my feet. So is it a fetish at all? A foot-tickling fetish? LOL
Who knows, but it does make life interesting around here.
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