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And now, on with the story…
Goddess Pele’s Foot Tickling Secret:
In the sleepy town of Waikoloa on the big island of Hawaii there are lava fields filled with senescent fountain grass set against a cobalt blue ocean.
Anyone driving Highway 19 north or southbound can’t miss this stunning contrast of black, beige, and blue.
Pele, the goddess of fire, and dancing, and volcanoes on these beautiful Hawaiian islands sometimes, amidst this backdrop of beauty, becomes uneasy and requires appeasement and attention.
Pele’s husband, Wahielo, has been of no help recently in attending to his partner’s needs, and the goddess feels compelled to seek help outside in the rural villages.
Pele is a closet tickle-phile, and she loves, craves even, the gorgeous sounds of women laughing while they’re being tickled on their bare feet.
The cracks in the Earth that spill forth molten rock are Pele’s rumblings to hear these most precious of soundwaves.
The elders in Waikoloa know that the time has come to invoke an ancient ritual to try and appease their restless diety.
They call a council.
‘How should we announce what is required of women 18 years old and older in the village?’, asks John Smith, a foreigner who has gained status from the local Waikoloans by providing his exceptional carpentry skills over the years to this community.
‘I think flyers and emails should suffice. I’m happy to do both’, replies Tom Ito, another revered member of the community, and someone who can get things done quickly when needed.
‘Great, let’s not waste time. There isn’t much of that resource left with how she’s been acting lately.’, chimes in another respected ‘elder’ by the name of Christina Templeton, referring to the Goddess.
Christina’s lived on the Big Island since she was very young; brought here as a 2-year-old by her missionary parents.
She’s only an ‘elder’ in terms of her wisdom.
In years, she’s only in her mid-thirties, tall, athletic, attractive, and very social and kind-hearted. She also very much loves to laugh while having her feet tickled.
John actually already knows this little secret about Christina as they went to college together at the University of Hawaii at Hilo, and, during their senior year, had a beautiful tickling encounter at a camping trip they, and some mutual friends had on Anaeho’omalu Bay.
During their last night camping on the beach, they all had a bonfire and Christina let John bury her in the sand with the help of her partner, David Francis. With 5 other friends watching, John and David went about creating a scene like the one depicted below, only in the sand. 
Christina and her gorgeous size 9 ‘bare soles were in HEAVEN.
She begged John and David to keep sucking and tickling her toes into the wee hours of that Sunday morning 🙂 And like good foot and tickle fetishists, John and David obliged.
But that is a story for another day…
There is a little hesitation from the elder assemblage as they contemplate logistics.
‘Should we just focus on the women of the village that we know like this kind of thing, this foot tickling thing?’, Tom asks the group.
‘Tom, I think that’s an excellent idea. The goddess actually prefers it when the women laughing are not pained by their foot tickling experience. So many women hate to even have their feet touched, much less tickled. Finding women into having their feet tickled would really save a lot of time. Pele delights in female laughter being more song-like’, John remarks.
‘Yes, John, you’re absolutely right. The Goddess does like her subjects to be enjoying themselves. John already knows this about me,’ Christina stops for a second and playfully winks at John, ‘but I’M actually one of those weird women who can laugh melodically like you’re saying, and can probably assuage Pele in her uneasiness right now. If you guys want, I’d be willing to be a ticklish subject for you gentlemen, that is if you can’t find other local ladies into this kind of thing?’
Tom is stunned. He’s known Christina for years, and has secretly wanted to run his fingers over her bare soles during their board meetings that would stretch into the wee hours. Christina would invariably take off her heels or sandals and put them up on the conference table for all to see. Oh, if he’d only known back then what he’s privy to know now!
‘Really, Christina, you like being tickled?’
‘I do, Tom. Laughter is one of life’s delicious pleasures. Makes me happy. Makes me feel young.’
‘Wow, I just had no idea. I’ve known you for like what, 10 years? Just surprised that’s all. You think you know someone and then they surprise you,’ Tom says laughingly.
‘Well, now you know, and next time I put my feet up on the conference table, well, you can be the first to tickle my toes! Fair enough?!’, Christina answers back to Tom with a question.
‘Sounds fair to me!’, Tom returns with a huge smile on his face.
A third member of the assemblage is a man in his mid 40’s, Andrew Massey.
Andrew’s been quietly listening to the conversation, and finally chimes in, ‘Well, Tom, if you lived near me you’d have found out much earlier. Sound on Paniola Avenue travels well at night and my wife and I can sometimes hear Christina’s laughter for hours on a Friday night. Not complaining. I love to hear women laughing and it puts us ‘in the mood’ if you know what I mean.’
Christine, slightly embarrassed, yet proud of her ticklish abilities, comments, ‘Oh my gosh, Andrew, I’m so sorry. Had no idea. I do my best to keep it down on our Friday night play dates, but John’s just such an amazing foot tickler. When he uses his tongue like he does in between my toes, it’s damn near impossible not to lose my mind with laughter.’
‘Guilty as charged.’, John raises his right arm high in the air as he is called out for his superb toe tickling skills.
‘Sorry, Andrew. Didn’t realize how much our play was audible to the rest of the neighborhood. We should be more mindful and close the windows when we’re getting going ‘hot and heavy’ so to speak.’, John glances over at Christina and casts a flirty smile.
‘Agreed. Andrew, feel free to knock on the door next time and you and your wife join in on the fun!’, Christine playfully and laughingly offers.
‘Well, now there’s a thought. If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em!’, Andrew laughs.
‘Alright, alright, guys. Can we get back to business here?’, Tom jokingly but purposely steers the group back to the original discussion.
‘How many women do you think we should contact? I’m thinking that we should just focus on our own Christina here, and reach out to maybe Beth and Lisa on the east side. These two hard-working professional moms are in my wife’s yoga class and have expressed to her on numerous occasions how much they love having their feet tickled while getting those new fish pedicures. You guys heard of this? It’s all the rage now. You put your feet essentially in fish tanks and these special tiny fish come and eat the dead skin off of your toes and bare soles. It’s apparently incredibly ticklish, but at the same time feels good. If you like laughter, you should check out one of these fish pedicure places. You’re guaranteed to get rewarded with hours of laughter. I’m actually surprised Pele doesn’t just hang out at one of these places!’, Tom jokes and continues.
‘Beth and Lisa both sing in the choir at the Episcopal church down the road, and I’m guessing their laughter would fulfill Pele’s need for songful soundwaves if you will.’, Tom concludes.
‘Tom, I think you’re spot on there. Let’s just go ahead and contact these two women directly, right now. We already know Christina’s on board. Maybe we can just head to the beach, bury all these beautiful ladies in the sand, tickle their gorgeous bare feet with golden plover feathers, and just let Pele hear their pretty singing voices!’, John says persuasively to the group.
‘Sounds good. I’m texting them both right now.’, Tom replies.
After about a minute, Tom celebrates.
‘Yahoo! Ok, they want to meet us at A’Bay in 30. Will that work for you guys?’, Tom asks the group glancing up from his phone.
Tom’s beyond excited as he’s never been able to tickle another woman’s bare feet beside his wife’s.
Tom’s wife is always talking about how he should come to her yoga class and see all the beautiful bare feet of the women in her class.
But Tom refuses.
As a closet foot and tickle fetishist, Tom is too scared that he’ll get too excited and stimulated seeing all the female bare feet around him.
He always declines going with his wife and just lives vicariously through her as she describes in ever deliciously titillating detail how she’ll sometimes sneak a few foot tickles in on Beth and Lisa’s bare feet while they’re stretching in her general direction during class.
Tom’s wife has learned to be very skillful in making her husband’s ‘levers’ work, so to speak. She’s more than aware that the brain is where arousal begins.
Everyone agrees that they can all regroup on the beach in 30 to begin the Pele ‘ceremony’.
And with that, everyone scurries to their individual cars and the council completes.
To be continued…
Stay tuned for Part 2 of Goddess Pele’s Foot Tickling Secret 🙂
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