Two Mothers-To-Be Who Love To Get Tickled 🪶👣

The image above was from an Instagram friend who has since had their account suspended (like me last month, see previous post). I don’t think the image was that IG account’s image, rather they found it somewhere and posted it. If anyone reading this knows the original photographer or models, please post in the comments below. Thanks🙏

Images like the one above where the woman really appears to be enjoying her tickling experience immensely always get me wondering about naughty little backstories.

Here’s mine inspired by @ftklr69.

RIP dear fellow IG’er🙏

Two Mothers-To-Be Who Love Getting Tickled 🪶👣

Sarah and Maggie both had little ones on the way. Both were expectant new moms and both were learning so so much about what their future new roles as women with very young children would be. They had met recently in their shared Lamaze breathing class at their local hospital with their respective husbands and became fast friends. During one of the breathing classes, the Lamaze instructor had thought it a good idea to bring in a laughing yoga instructor. He got the whole class to practice laughing for 30 minutes straight. It was the best part of the 6 week instruction for these two mothers to be as afterwards, at their favorite coffee shop the next morning after the laughter yoga class, they couldn’t stop talking about how wonderful it felt to laugh like that. They also both shared quietly just how sexually arousing the exercise was to them.

“I KNOW! I felt it too! I didn’t want to say anything as I was a little embarrassed. I just looked down at the floor and tried not to be too conspicuous while I was laughing so much that I was getting a little turned on laughing so much! SO glad you felt the same too! I thought I was the only weirdo in there!” Sarah confessed.

Maggie laughed heartily, “Oh, you’re definitely not alone, girlfriend. If you only knew how weird I can get!”

Sarah smiled and laughed heartily back at Maggie.

“So, speaking of arousal and laughter, did you read any of that literature our laughing yoga instructor left us? By the way, I’m usually not one to comment on men’s handsomeness, but wasn’t our laughter yoga teacher super hot?!”

“Oh my God! Yes! I couldn’t take my eyes off of him! And his energy was just so Goddamn sexy up there! I think if I hadn’t had a baby about to pop out, and a jealous husband, I might have done some things I would not be regretting this morning!”

“Oh, me TOO! Yeah, he got me hot QUICK with that voice of his, and that hair, and those strong arms and thighs of his. Jesus, how did they expect a roomful of expectant mothers to handle such eye candy?!”

“I don’t know, but all I do know is I want to sign up for ALL of his classes after this baby’s out of me!” Maggie shared.

“Me too! So, back to that literature he gave us last night…”

“Oh yeah, right. Yeah, I didn’t get a chance to read it. We got home. I took a shower and crashed like a demolition car. Nate stayed up and played Fortnight with his friends online til late.”

“I crashed too. I woke up super early this morning though, and started perusing that brochure on the benefits of laughter, and on page 8,” Sarah pulled out the brochure from her purse and opened it out on the cafe table for Maggie to see where she was referencing.

“Yeah, on page 8, this really caught my attention…” Sarah proceeded to read the following passage…

“If your laughter practice becomes staid and hard to continue, consider bringing in a trusted person, either a significant other or a friend, to conduct a tickling play date with you. A tickling play date is exactly what it sounds like. You and your trusted other person engage in tickle play whereby you are tickled by the other person in places on your body where you are comfortable being tickled and in places that produce laughter. Also, if the other person is open to the notion, you can return the favor and tickle them in THEIR trusted places on THEIR body. It’s a relationship of SYMBIOSIS whereby you both benefit from the healing power of laughter that’s produced by this tickle play.”

“Oh wow! Yeah, I didn’t see that. Interesting! Makes total sense to me. So tickling can be a part of your laughter yoga practice. I sure would trust him to tickle me ANYWHERE! As LONG as he wanted to! SIGN ME UP!” Maggie gushed on her new teacher crush.

Sarah laughed, “I know, right?! Me too! God, how heavenly would THAT be?! Maybe after our little buns are out of the oven, we can ask Mr. Hot Yoga man to come tickle our own buns at my house?! I’ll invite you over and we can have our own little tickle play date together?!”

“Oh my God! That would be fabulous!!! Let’s make it happen!”

“Alright! It’s on the post baby bucket list!”

They paused, sighed, and each imagined their own parallel universe sexy tickle party with their handsome yoga instructor from the night before.

“So Sandra, since we’re not going to be able to book Mr. Wonderful safely until after the buns are out of the oven, how do you maybe feel about you and me having a little tickle play date together?!”

“Oh, Maggie, I was silently wishing madly, MADLY that you’d ask me that! Yes! Yes! A thousand times YES! I would love that more than anything! What are you doing now?!”

Maggie laughed, “I’m having coffee with you and getting turned on!”

Sarah laughed, “Oh me too, girlfriend, me too! I mean what are you doing after coffee?!”

“I just have to run to Target real quick and pick up a few things. You?!”

“Same, but Trader Joes. You wanna say come over to my house around lunchtime?! We can have some lunch. I can make us those yakisoba noodles from Costco that you really like, and pour us both some nice green tea to zen out before we tickle each other silly!”

“Oh my God! Sounds divine! Yes! Let’s do it! I’ll see you at noon. I’ll buy a few feathers at Target too! Do you like feathers?!”

“Oh, I LOVE feathers! Good thinking! I LOVE it when some one runs a feather over the tops of my toes! Drives me wild!”

“Good to know! Good to know! I’ll remember that and caress those drop dead gorgeous toes of yours with my feathers! Feathers it is!”

“Oh, thank you! Thank you! And you?! What are your favorite tickle spots, Maggie?!”

“Definitely my feet! I’m more of a fingers to the soles kind of a gal! Just love to have someone lightly run their fingers all up and down my soft bare soles. I keep them super soft, and I think that makes them extra ticklish too!”

“Oh my God! Love that! I’ll run my fingers all over your soft bare soles, Maggie! ALL over!”

“Can’t wait!”

“Noon it is then! Can’t wait either! I’ll see you soon!” Sandra called out as they both went their separate ways.

And so it was that after lunch, Maggie (left in the image above) ended up on Sarah’s couch and let Sarah her fingers all over her soft bare soles.

She was in ecstasy with her new friend, and the two of them had quite the sexy afternoon together tickling one another on that beautiful couch.

Oh, to be a fly on the wall and hear all that beautiful laughter and teasing and arousing!

Oh, a foot and tickle fetishist can dream 🙂

And dream big! 😉

Have a lovely day!

Thanks as always for stopping by!

TLM

The Laughter Mechanic

Getting Butterflies 😘

Ahhh, Renaissance Fairs. Is there anywhere else on the planet with a greater chance for a foot and tickle fetishist to find themselves in pure ecstasy wandering down a street and coming upon a scene such as the one above?

Hmmm, me thinks NOT 😉

Sigh.

Double Sigh.

This photo (courtesy of John Scalzo from his Facebook page from November of 2014, thank you, John🙏) brings to mind a song from the late 90s by Crazy Town called ‘Butterfly’.

Pretty 🔥 when you listen to this song while viewing the above photo and imagining that the woman is getting her feet tickled while this song plays in the background.

AND…for added 🔥ness…

She is telling her two lucky male ticklers just how much she LOVES having her feet tickled like this 🙂

Oh, a guy can dream/fantasize 🙂

Thanks as always for stopping by🙏

TLM

#thelaughtermechanic

#renaissancefairs

#butterflysong

#youremybutterfly

#crazytown

#ticklefetish

#footfetish

And as an added bonus for those reading until the end…

Did you know that Cynthia Mittweg, the gorgeous music video model in the Butterfly music video referenced above shows off her #dropdeadgorgeousfeetandtoes at the end of the video?!

Yep. It’s at 3:24 in the video link above.

Here are a few screenshots:

You’re welcome 😉

The Ticklish Barefoot Referee – A M/F Foot Tickling Fantasy – Available on Amazon!

Click on the image above or link below to see a preview of the Kindle eBook:

https://www.amazon.com/Ticklish-Barefoot-Referee-Tickling-Fantasy-ebook/dp/B0856NNY2R

An excerpt of the book is below…

She was tall, about 6 feet.

Brown skin, tanned by the sun, a Don Henley song.

A woman of 35 years or so with Caucasian and Native American parents who had erotically mixed their DNA about 35.75 years ago.

He, a mid-career college professor, and she, the new athletic director of the same college.

It was love at first height.

Both were tall and into basketball.

That wonderfully sticky fluids exchange that happens to all of us lucky enough to take part, took part with these two folks in her apartment nearly 36 years ago.

With the exchange, they created their little bundle of Jamie; a now fully functioning, stunningly beautiful, statuesque, basketball-o-haulic human being.

The orange sphere with black lines draped across it had a new addict, and that addict was now blowing her amazingly loud whistle right near some rather sensitive ear drums; my own.

‘Foul! Number 14. Moved your pivot foot. Traveling. Green ball!’

‘Jesus, I barely shuffled at all, Ref! What are you talking about?!’

‘You want a technical?!’

I glare and just run back down the court to get on defense.

‘Why is she not wearing any shoes?! And WHY is she SO beautiful!’ I think uncomfortably as I eye my man on the opposite team who’s dribble up the court.

‘Women refs are not supposed to look like this! Flowing platinum blonde hair, probably dyed, still God-awful sexy!

They’re supposed to be greying, middle-aged, soon to be grandmas, not in shape, and no make up! In essence, not a DISTRACTION!

But THIS ref, Jesus! She looks like she just rolled off the Victoria Secret runway line, stealing a black and white low-cut halter top on the way out the door, AND losing her heels to boot!’, my inner dialogue continues.

‘This is going to be WAY harder than I thought to concentrate and beat this team!’

‘I can handle exposed breasts, tight fitting skirts, but attractive naked feet on an attractive woman? I’m a goner!’

‘

Clearly this woman has no idea just how much of a foot fetish I have, and how much I want to figure out a way to suck her toes after getting into a friendly shouting match that leads to us take matters off the court!’

‘Ref, have you no DECENCY?!’, I cry inside.

My man comes at me hard. I call out loudly, ‘I’ve got ball!’ to help my teammates know who I’m focusing my defensive efforts on.

I hope Bobby behind me on #34 can roll to help me if I get beat.

There’s a decent chance I’m getting beat.

He tries a slick crossover move on me.

I’m still with you #23.

You’re no Jordan. No LBJ either.

I got this.

Second crossover, oops. I lost a step.

My eyes diverted to you know who, and you know what.

That’s all #23 needs, and he blows by me.

Bobby’s too busy defending #34 to help even amidst my cries for the same.

I think my man knew he could attack me in my moment of weakness! Damn him! He dunked on me too. Right in front of her. Hell, right in front of everyone. Well, at least I didn’t foul. I’ll take my lumps. I just don’t want to foul out.

I need a BREAK for God Sakes!

So much inner dialogue.

I make eye contact with her. She shoots me the subtlest of smiles, the kind guys get from someone who admires them. I interpret it as,’Did I distract you with my little toe ring?’

Yeah, as if the beautiful ref with beautiful feet isn’t bad enough for me, she decides to wear a toe ring.

Not only are rings strictly prohibited for basketball players, but we’re almost trained from a very young age to spot jewelry on the court, and call it out.

I guess they let the toe rings slide with tall, blonde, beautiful, athletic, and unbelievably fast on their bare feet refs!

Again, I say to myself…’THIS is going to be my toughest game yet!’

‘Maybe SHE should be getting a technical! She is ‘too many distractions’ on the court all rolled into one!’

Her huge, yet feminine size 10s conform to the hardwood beneath them effortlessly as she runs back and forth; her red polish resting on exquisitely and perfectly shaped toes.

I get passed the ball at mid-court, try to dribble to my left reading a screen from Bobby (thank you Bobby!), but I come in too close to my teammate and I let the rock spiral off my foot.

‘Damn it! I know better than that!’

I glance over again at her.

Another subtle smile creeps over her ruby red, voluptuous lips. She’s flexing her toes on both of her feet as if playing a piano and warming up her fingers.

I want to scream out to her,’NOT FAIR! I can’t concentrate with you doing that with your gorgeous bare feet! You’re killing me, Ref! Killing. Me!’, but I keep it bottled up inside.

I catch another sublime uptick of her sexy lips and a tongue peaking out and going to her right.

‘What the Hell?! Is this ref purposely teasing me?! Does she know how all powerful these foot fetishes are to guys?’

I think for a moment.

Wait a minute! The Astros just got hosed with a cheating scandal for hacking signals. Could this opposing team be hacking my own signals; my social media signals more precisely. Maybe they hacked my Instagram account and gained access to my personal information?! My very personal information!’

The accusations soar inside my head.

The more I make eye contact with this ref and see her flexing her toes in front of me the more I start to suspect foul play.

It’s definitely getting harder to concentrate as she’s making it a point to be near me at all times as we run up and down the court together.

Maddening. Just maddening.

We’re down by 3 in the closing seconds of the 2nd quarter. As the shot clock inches lower on the horizon in near lock step with the game clock, I have the ball at half court and ‘chuck it from the cheap seats’ (thanks Dennis Hopper from Hoosiers fame) and the shot goes in and out of the iron rim.

The crowd let’s out a cathartic ‘Awwwww!’ watching my last attempt to help my team even the score.

I try to run quickly off the court and avoid any reporters, but I’m caught by one of my all time favorites. She’ll remain nameless, but she reminds me A LOT of the lovely and talented Golden State Warriors sideline reporter, Kerith Burke.

And you guessed it…SHE’S BAREFOOT!

This has got to be one of the strangest, most fortuitous days I’ve lived in quite some time.

And not only is she barefoot, but as she’s motioning me over for a quick comment on the 1st half score and our team’s play, she grabs the hot female barefooted ref that’s wreaking havoc on my concentration.

‘So, Adam, we’ve noticed alot of tension between you and referee, Jamie Townsend. Hi Jamie, thanks for joining us!’

‘My pleasure,’, Jamie says with a wide smile into the camera.

‘Adam, care to comment on what’s going on between you two? Why all the drama?’, the Kerith-look-alike stuns me with her brazen approach at information gathering.

‘You’re good. You’re very good!’, I think looking into the steeliest of blue eyes set below a perfect coif of long flowing blonde hair styled probably in some high end salon in Carmel.

‘Do you always report in your barefeet?! What gives tonight? Usually you’ve got on mile high stilettos? I can barely hear your questions from down there.’

That was mean, I know. I should take it back, but I don’t. I’m in no mood to apologize tonight. I’m pissed and turned on at the same time. Two tall hot women with their gorgeous barefeet taunting and teasing me.

The Kerith-look-alike is probably around 5’9″, 6’0″ with heels. Jamie’s at near eye level with me flat footed, smiling ear to ear, and awaiting my next response as if an Oscar was being awarded for Best Picture.

I don’t want to expose myself too much at this baited half time event, but I also want to confirm that this all is a set up from the other team. It just HAS to be!

‘Ha ha, very funny, Adam. Always the joker. My heels were killing me. Just needed a little air time for my freshly pedicured toes. Like them?’, the Kerith-look-alike asks as she wiggles all ten of her beautiful bare toes and hugs the hardwood beneath them.

I instantly think about how amazing it would be to transmute into hardwood right now.

The Kerith-look-a-like is WAY more conniving and clever than I give her credit for.

‘Uhhh, yeah, yeah I do like them actually. Your feet are gorgeous. You’re in the wrong business. You should be a foot model. Hashtag that!’, I crisis-avert the delicate moment as best I can.

‘Awww, you’re so sweet! Thank you! Maybe I will. Back to my original question; what’s going on between you and this lovely barefooted ref? Do you guys need a room?!’, she laughs heartily.

‘Wow, you never miss an opportunity do you?!’, I respond embarrassingly.

I gather and continue…

‘There’s nothing going on. It’s just another game in The Barn. Nothin’ special.’, I recover.

‘Well, #14, speak for yourself. I’d say you have a little problem with how I’m officiating this game, and I don’t appreciate it. I think you have a thing against women who ref in their barefeet! Am I right?! Think we should just stay in the kitchen?!’

, Jamie comes back strongly.

‘Hey wait a minute! I don’t. No thing. And I love barefooted women in the kitchen…’

‘WHAT?!’, the two women cry out incredulously.

‘I mean, Ok, that probably didn’t come out right. Let me start over. I think women who WANT to be in the kitchen and WANT to be barefoot should be allowed. They also should be allowed OUT of the kitchen too. I’m not a sexist.’, I say straight to the two sexy barefooted women and the camera man pointing his video camera now awfully close to my sweaty face.

‘Really?! Well, Adam, you’ve been staring at my feet all game. Don’t think I can’t see you doing it! You can’t put yourself together to make even the simplest bounce passes to your teammates! What gives, turnover boy?!’

This is out of control. This is TOTALLY contrived BS that’s a ploy from the opposing team to get me all flustered. Gotta hand it to them. They sure did a LOT of homework. Not sure how they found out about my deep abiding affection for women’s barefeet, but they did, and now they’re going for the juggler. This interview is over!

‘This interview’s over. I’ll see you both after the game where the score’s going to be in OUR favor. Thank you kinky, I mean kindly, ladies. It’s been fun. If you’ll excuse me.’

And with that I run back into the locker room and meet up with Coach and the rest of my teammates.

‘What the hell happened to you out there, Adam?!’, Coach yells at me as I take my seat.

Excerpt end.

If you want to read more and find out how Adam and Jamie end up in a ticklish tryst, click on the link below:

And, as always, thanks for stopping by! 🙏

TLM