Armpit Tickle Novels & Stories

“Not really. I’m the one who’ll get yelled at if you faint and ruin the pose.” A small, involuntary laugh escaped me. “So considerate.” He smirked without looking up. “I try.” Minutes stretched. My arm began to tingle again, a prickling warmth sliding upward like something was trying to crawl out of my skin. I pressed my palm against it, pretending it was a normal itch, though both of us knew better. Alex paused, squinting. “Do you have paint on your arm?” “Huh?” I looked down. Nothing. Just skin and nerves twisting beneath it. “No.”

"Well ...... remember ......" Hermosa's nxpples tickled. But touching alone didn't seem to relieve the itch, so she untutoredly grabbed the palm-wide band around her chest and let the frilly fabric rub back and forth against the soft nub of her breast. It was soon strangled red there. "Ha, ha ah ...... still tickles ...... sir ...... it tickles here too... ..."

Their home. I thought they were harmless but my thought process was proved wrong when I felt something crawling up my legs. I thought it to be my hallucination. But a similar tickling feeling trails through my back. And that's when I knew. It was indeed a forest insect. And not just one. There were many. " Ahh....what..is it ..ahh..." I grunt in irritation. Trying to thrash in my bounds. To only have my wrists rub against the tree bark. Leaving marks.

It's both strange and completely revolting that I attempted to wrest it away from his firm hold on it. However, he pulled it back so quickly that I thought both of my arms were going to break. “That hurts!” I argued with him while simultaneously attempting to remove my hands from his grasp. In spite of this, he continues to refuse to let go of my hands, and what's even worse is that he is continuously licking my bruises. Suddenly, he said, "Don't you dare stop me, little mouse!" and went on licking furiously. This sensation is driving me crazy because it combines tickling and an irritating buzz in my brain. “What the heck do you think you're doing? Don’t do that, it’s disgusting!”

Twitching, jerking as my arousal closes in on me. I run my hands down the length of her neck and shoulder blade and bury my nose in the pit of her neck and shoulder. Dawn’s skin is silky. I kiss the skin around the pit of her neck and I hear her mewl. I grin, knowing my feather-light kiss reached her. I finger the skin on the pit of her neck and I grin as I dunk my teeth there, scratching it against the porcelain skin. Fuck!! My dick is thrashing. Unable to hold back, I slip my hand above her arm and reach her tits. I swing my palm on both tits, feeling her nipples grazing my hand.

Her lush body felt incredible as I held her there in my bedroom. "God, you smell so good," I murmured. I didn't mean to tickle her that time. My arms were wrapped completely around her, and it left my fingertips in contact with her sensitive sides. That first light touch made her flinch in my grasp and her eyes went wide. As soon as she started to struggle and giggle, I could not help myself. I tickled her lightly with my arms still wrapped around her back, and she was in no position to defend herself. Annette pulled her arms down from around my neck and pushed at my upper chest as she wriggled in my grasp.

The interface was laughably simple, with only a banner at the top that promised that their fortunes were "Always Accurate!" Jamie scoffed and entered my name, and the interface loaded for a few moments, before a message appeared. [He's right next to you.] She shook her head, smiling bitterly as she moved her finger to turn off the application. But in that instant, I realized that I could somehow control the cursor, and under Jamie's startled gaze, I forced it to type out a single word. [Restroom.] Her eyes widened, clearly not quite comprehending what was going on in front of her.

My fingers dig into my forearm as the itching worsens, that familiar crawling sensation racing beneath my skin. Then suddenly, his hand shoots out and grabs my right wrist. A sharp whimper escapes me. His grip is firm, too firm. Before I can pull away, he catches my left wrist with his other hand and slowly rolls the sleeve of my sweater upward to my elbow, exposing the angry red marks scattered across my pale skin. His tongue clicks softly against his teeth, almost pityingly. “Your pretty skin doesn’t need more redness, kitten.”

He pressed the harsh bristles against the cold stone and weakly pushed. The sheer friction instantly sent a violent, agonizing shockwave directly up his right arm. His infected, torn palm screamed in pure torture. He had no leverage. His broken left arm hung uselessly, bound to the cheap wooden broom handle, throbbing with a toxic, lethal heat that aggressively clouded his vision. He scrubbed. And he scrubbed. The freezing morning wind whipped aggressively against his bare, severely bruised back, turning his pale skin a terrifying shade of sickly blue.

She appears to be from the Victorian era and also seems to be older than me. She laughs hysterically when a guy comes up behind her, taking her by surprise. He lifts her up and spins her around in the air as she giggles. Then she slaps him playfully on the chest and pushes him away. At that point, a different man approaches from a different direction, lightly tackling her, so they tumble to the rich verdant grass of the forest floor. The other man joins them on the ground and tickles her ribs, as the other man drives her to insanity by tickling her forearms. I didn’t even know a person could be ticklish there.