The Story Of My FetishI grew up with two older sisters, they both tickled me mercilessly. Each of them would come into my room, hold me down, pull up my shirt and tickle me, they would blow raspberries on my belly and poke my ribs, it was torture, I couldn't stand it.
Sometimes they would take off my clothes and tickle me just for fun, they loved it, watching me giggle and shriek until I peed.
One time I was watching a movie with my mom, I lay on her lap and she tickled my belly, I rolled around on the couch while having my belly and navel mercilessly tickle tortured, but strangely I loved it, I used to poke my mom and sisters knowing their would tickle me back, but I was only young, I didn't think of it as a fetish, I didn't even know what that word meant.
It was only until I went through puberty, I was at a party with some friends, we were all in our bikinis. The girls decided it would be funny to gang up me, they all shouted "tickle her!" and that was it, I had a little fat around my belly at the time so I was a little self-conscious.
As soon as they began tickling my tummy, blowing raspberries on my navel and poking my ribs, then tickling my feet and toes. I felt a tingle all through my body until I orgasmed right there.
And thats when I knew I had a tickle fetish, even the word gives me a tingly feeling. Whenever I see someone being tickled, especially around the navel, it turns me on
Kal41 18-21, F 23 Responses 5 Mar 31, 2012