Armpit Tickle Novels & Stories

Bima shouted, trying to turn around, dragging his painful leg. But the swarm of Twitchers was already too close. They looked like giant cockroaches or scorpions with too many legs, scurrying at high speed across the floor, walls, and even the ceiling. "There's no way out!" Lia screamed, despair taking over. One of the Twitchers lunged, leaping over Bima and biting into his arm. ARGH! Bima shrieked in pain, feeling a sharp, burning sting in his arm. [Warning! You have been bitten by a 'Tunnel Twitcher'!]

Radit looked up from the fire, frowning at the sight of my clothes covered in dirt stains and pine needles. "Hey! Where have you two been? That took forever! And... Bim, what’s up with your neck? Did a forest bug bite you or something?" Radit asked with his innocent face. Arka just shot Radit a death glare that made him shut his mouth instantly. Arka wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into the tent. "Yeah, a big bug. And it only bites him." I gave a small, breathless laugh, leaving Radit still confused and alone in front of the campfire. Arka pulled me down onto the sleeping pad, holding me tightly against his chest, completely satisfied that he had drawn me deeper into his web.

Serena smirked. "Are you sure?" her fingers made a show of climbing up his sides to his armpits where he was ticklish. She had made this discovery during one of their love-making session when she had touched him there accidentally and he had jumped in reflex, chuckling a little. He had asked her no to touch him there. "Stop. Don't you dare," he lifted his face and tried to block her hands but she evaded in time. "Tickle attack," she announced and attacked his armpits. Asher squirmed above her, trying in vain to make her stop. Waves of laughter rolled across the room mingled with his curses.

I swiftly changed the topic of conversation. "Are you experiencing any pain?" I used my fingers to gently touch various areas around his shoulder. "Ha... yes." "Sorry Sir," I withdrew my fingers. "And here?" I asked as I touched near his neck. "Hmm... no." "And here?" I inquired, aiming to determine where he felt the most pain when I touched him. To my surprise, during our initial encounter, he smiled. I hadn't realized I was tickling him, but my fingers had ventured into his armpit. It was at that moment, when he suddenly smiled and withdrew his hand, that I became aware I had unintentionally tickled him.

She cried out, wrapping her arms around my neck, and I held her still against the tree as I moved inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, her body encircling me completely. Each thrust was met with trembling inside her that drove me wild. After a minute, she bit my lip, making me stop. "Tree bark isn’t comfortable," she panted, her breath hot in my mouth. I pulled her down to the ground and then immediately picked her back up again, chuckling softly. "Yeah, not a good idea... Ticks." She got on all fours, looking back at me with a mischievous smile. "Then I guess we try this. I’m sure Em is thrilled."

My legs widely open in front of him as my hands rested both on my side. "Ohhhhh! Yes! Nghhhhh! Shiit. Ohhh. Ahhh. Uhhh," the clasping sound of my skin against his finger. The water splashes all over the place. My butt then grind on his finger. I leaned closer to him and started licking his armpit. "Ohhhhhmmp. Uhhhhmmpp. Ahhhnmp. Ohhhhmmp," horniness got the best of me. The taste of Dominick's armpit drives me crazy. The wind may be cold but my body feels heat.

Deep in heavenly slumber snuggled in the arms of my hot blooded mate. I couldn’t think of anywhere else I would rather be right now. Snuggling in closer to Johnny’s chest my foot twitches annoyingly and I bring my leg further up the bed snuggling deeper. Drifting off again and there it is yet again a twitch and an unbearable tickle, my leg shakes and I can’t help moan annoyingly. The tickle is now becoming relentless to the point Johnny even moans at me to stop wiggling.

Her braless boobs jiggle against my arm distracting me from her next move. "Are you still ticklish?" she asks playfully while using her sizeable chest to pin my arm against my body. Her left hand keeps grabbing for the remote as her right hand goes straight to my ribcage. I start laughing and squirming which only serves to rub my arm up and down against her nipples. I can feel them hardening through the thin material.

My hips lift as your fingers slide inside of me, curling back, finding my sensitive g-spot, causing me to gasp and shudder. Up and down my hips writhe, your fingers curving inside of me, your palm flat as it glides over my welcoming clit on the out-stroke. My body is an instrument, and you play it with the deft skill of a master. Shudders wrack my body, setting my breasts trembling, as the scent of my musk, my nectar fills the air. I raise my arm above me, to stretch and grab the headboard. With wicked intention you lean into me. I cry out in surprise as you kiss my armpit. I look up to see the sly grin on your face.

For example it was still far too effective for Mina to simply place all five fingertips on Nadine's heel and then slowly drag them out and back in again in continuous pulses, maybe switching it up from time to time by rotating them. As with most things Mina did, the tickling itself wasn't that bad, or at least not compared to actual tickle torture. But it was a constant fluttery sensation that was always on Nadine's mind, didn't allow her any rest and pushed her willpower beyond its limits as her attempts to control her reactions became increasingly futile.