The story of Scott Peterson

A man who was drowning in sin, until the light of Jesus Christ shined on him.

My story is a fascinating one, some of the things that happened in my life you won't believe, but it's all true except the name’s have been changed of the people in the story.

The best place to start is the beginning so we will start there.
For some reason I am a tickle freak. And the feet are my favorite part. Later in life I learned that other parts of a woman’s body can be quite sexy and fun (at least for me).
I think it might have to do with my first experience I was around 10yrs old, can’t recall exactly but I remember the time like it was yesterday.
My mom had a doctor’s appointment and she needed someone to look after me while she was gone. So she asked a neighbor friend to do it and she agreed. While sitting on the floor watching TV the neighbor (we will call her Miss Parker). Sat on the couch behind me. She told me to sit up on the couch next to her, but I didn’t want to. Now Miss Parker was pretty. She looked Spanish or Indian something to that extent. Since I was content sitting on the floor she put her feet on my shoulders. She told me that if I insisted on sitting on the floor I would have to smell her feet. I remember the smell, it was like soap, a nice smell. I liked the smell very much but for some reason I haven’t a clue why I wanted to tickle her feet, so I did. She pulled her feet away from me giggling and said. “Don’t tickle my feet, I’m very ticklish”. Well after hearing that I jumped up on the couch got her feet in a “head lock” and kept tickling her. She just laid there wiggling and laughing saying “please stop”. I didn’t understand why she just kick me off of the couch, but it was like she couldn’t move. Later in life I found out that some women when they are tickled just collapse and lay there letting me tickle them without having to hold them or tie them up. The tickling went on until my mom picked me up. Miss Parker leaned over and said something to my mom and I knew what it was about, me tickling her. Once outside my mom gave me a slap in the head saying “what is wrong with you, you were torturing Miss Parker by tickling her feet. I can’t believe it, if she tells anyone what you did I will be the laughing stock of the neighborhood “.
Nothing came of it, but I found myself wanting to tickle every pretty woman I saw.
The next time it happened was when I was in a youth group. I am older now between 13 and 15.
The youth group was part of the church. Every Friday evening we would either meet at the church or someone’s house that had a kid in the group. I arrived early at Jessica’s house and her father told me to go wait downstairs for the other kids. He showed me how to use the jukebox so I started playing songs when Jessica came downstairs to see what I had picked out. She pushed me out of the way and started changing the songs I had picked out and put the ones she liked on. I told her “that’s not fair, you can play the jukebox whenever you want and I can’t “. With her back to me she said “too bad, my jukebox, my songs “. I tried to pull her away but she kept fighting me, so the only thing left to do was to tickle her. And I did. I don’t like screamers but instead of laughing she screamed and loud too. I’m glad that the music was loud enough for her parents not to hear her screams. “Stop tickling me, you pervert”. And with that I wanted to pull off her shoes and tickle her feet but the other kids started coming down and I couldn’t do anything anymore. We played stupid games until one of the counselors said “let’s play a game of “socks”. How to play: everyone would crawl around on the floor and try to pull off another persons socks. The lights would be turned off and then the game would begin. Some people tell me that I have eyes like a cat, meaning that I can see in the dark. So this helped to my advantage. I wanted to get revenge on Jessica but there was this girl Nancy that I liked. And what a perfect way to find out if she is ticklish. She was sitting on the couch watching everyone. The couch was out of bounds so whoever sat on it wasn’t in the game. But that didn’t matter to me I crawled over to her hoping she wouldn’t see me. Success, I made it without her knowing. I grabbed one leg and pulled off her shoe. She told me to stop because she’s not playing the game. I just ignored that, and pulled off her other shoe. I tickled her feet and she put her hands over her mouth so no-one could hear her laugh. She wiggled on the couch just like Miss Parker did and I loved every minute of it. The following weekend we met at the church for the youth group. Nancy was there but she just ignored me, even when I waved at her. Now just so you know that most of the counselors were just beginning college so they were young. I was sitting on the floor when a woman counselor came up to me and told me that she wanted to talk with me. Everyone else was in the fellowship hall singing songs and we stepped out to another room. The church had plenty of rooms some for Bible studies and others for the preschoolers. We went into one of them.
“What’s the deal with tickling Nancy’s feet”. She got right to the point, she didn’t even blush. “Look me straight in the eye and tell me, what is going on”. I had a flashback thinking she was going to hit me in the head. “I want you to show me what you did”. Did she just say she wanted me to tickle her feet? I couldn’t believe it. So I just tickled her feet and she giggled and laughed and her laughter got louder and louder so I we to stop. She loved it.
“Next week we will go over this again, and again until you get it right”.
“get what right”? I asked
“There are many things that you need to learn to become a “professional”.
“A professional”? I said
“Yes, and we will leave it at that”.
She taught me how to be polite a gentleman if you will have it. How to listen. Things that are a rarity in most men. And most of all how to tickle women in a way that could be either very pleasurable or pure torture.
We did this until she went back to school.
I won’t bother you with all of the details of my high school life and all of my girlfriends that I tickled, but there were many. I am lucky, I’m a good looking guy the thanks go to God for that one. And with the qualities she showed me I became well known.
I will skip forward until senior year. Me and one of my friends joined the theater group on a dare. And we both landed good roles. One of the girls in the group invited us to a party, so of-course we went.
We both snuck into a bedroom with a girl named “Cindy” she was pretty with shoulder length blonde hair and some big boobs. I will call my buddy “Mark”. Cindy laid on the bed on her back with Mark on one side and I on the other.
“Okay Mark, let’s get to work”.
We kissed her on the neck and ears until she started talking to herself. Then we both started playing with her beautiful boobs. I do have to say that this was wonderful not only for her but for us as well.
I told Mark to keep up the good work and I was going to try something. I slipped off of the bed and made my way down towards her feet. Mark had her pinned down by lying on her arm and holding the other over her head.
I slowly pulled off her socks one foot at a time and ran my fingers down her soles as I did. What a turn-on she wiggled her toes and giggled softly.
Since Mark and I both played sports and lifted weights we were strong. She wasn’t going to get away, nor did she want to either. I slowly tickled her feet watching her move them around and around, but she couldn’t get away from us. Then I did something I only did once, it was during my training with Lisa. She showed me how to kiss a girls feet. So I started kissing Cindy’s feet, she kicked her legs and started laughing. I told Mark to kiss her on the lips so it would muffle the sound, and he did.
I held her legs together tightly in order for her not to move and kissed away. But the moment I started licking her feet and kissing her toes she just laid back and giggled and moaned. We had to be in there with her for over an hour. I wonder if Mark ever thinks about this? Nah, I don’t think so.
When I turned 18 I have been tickling women for years. I call myself an expert, or a professional. I can thank Lisa for this.



Every female has a different helpless tickling spot, and when I find it, she's doomed. Some girls pretend not to be ticklish, but that makes me more determined to find her helpless tickling spot, and I always do. I call it the helpless tickling spot; it will render a woman helpless so my fingers and feathers will explore her whole body. she is under my spell.with no fighting.

I saw a video where a crazy man was tickling this young woman. The way she was laughing and squirming as she was in what he called the tickle chair. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. Her laughter was uncontrollable and the way she tried get away from his tickling fingers, was useless and no matter how hard she fought she wasn't going anywhere. He wasn't letting her go, my mind raced like the Indianapolis 500. I want to tickle her; I have to tickle her. I leaned
closer to the TV as he leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I'm not letting you go. We have so much more tickling to do, don't you think”? “Noooo” we’re the only words that came out of her mouth. knelt next to her and continued tickle her on each of her sides, up and down each side, watching her dance to the tune of my fingers. Then it was time for her underarms. With fingers moving fast all around and in her underarms it was something she couldn't bear. She squirmed so much that her clothes loosened, just enough to fit his hand fast light fingers feathery tickling around her breast.
Using light feathery touches on her bare skin and light long strokes with a finger was making her go insane.
I was mesmerized by her, all that beauty lying on the tickle chair, her squirming was pleasing to my eyes.. You can get lost in her big eyes now that they are wide open it was pure beauty. I never wanted to stop watching this beauty, I was only going deeper and deeper into her ticklish. She had a look of desperation as she began to say “please don't tickle me. no, please stop, please stop”.


at me as I continue to tickle her. Now it was time for her feet. Being exhausted she couldn't put up much of a fight. So, I grabbed her legs pulling them up to my shoulders and now the tickling begins. I tickled her feet only giving her a small break every 20 minutes. My tickling fingers started to drift to her upper body, but I was having so much fun here.





If I had to guess her age she would be in her late 20's early 30's. She was a play full thing she loved to tease, and boy did she ever. I don't believe in perfect, except for Jesus Christ. But the way she moved it was close.
I remember she was always bending, showing off either her boobs or her ass. And the way she moved, it was just like the girls in a strip club. Avery nice ass with big boobs to boot.

I happened
I love to tickle woman. I have gone to great measures to have a defenseless girl trapped in my tickling clutches waiting for my brain to release an unbelievable level of euphoria, the feeling I cannot describe. I thought I was a psychopath no one knew what was growing inside me, this thing I would take it to the grave. I was 14 when I had my first tickling experience. It happened in the summer of 1971.There was an Asian or Mexican or she could have even been American India women, I didn't know, and I didn't because it didn't.