Armpit Tickle Novels & Stories

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.

"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... ..."

I looked at it, closed my eye, decided it was a dream but I couldn't sleep back because I felt rumbling and soft laughter held behind a screen. I opened my eyes again and realized I was actually staring at Min's armpit and he was laughing. I stood up and looked at him sternly. "This isn't funny Min," I groaned. "Your breathing was tickling me, I neve meant to wake you up," He explained. "Your armpit was in my fae," I accused.

He hissed, pulling his hand back as if he’d been burned. "What was that?" Arung asked, his eyes narrowing, his hand drifting instinctively toward the grip of the sidearm holstered at his hip. "Just... a spark. The air is thick with something," Rangga muttered, rubbing his thumb over the jagged silver scar that ran from his wrist to his elbow. He froze. The scar was vibrating. It wasn't just the ambient temperature or the humidity of the cave; it was as if the skin itself was resonating with a frequency he could feel in his teeth.

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.”

Murdering your friends in order to move on to the next class period. I saw an alive bush next to a dead sequoia tree. I crawled into the bush and hid inside the bush. I can feel an itchy feeling in my arms. I blinked. A branch, which I rubbed my arm into, has ticks crawling from it to my arms. I shook my arms. "Argghh!" I looked around to find another safe spot to hide.