Armpit Tickle Novels & Stories

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.”

I burst out laughing as he continue attacking my side. "S-stop! Hahahaha!! Stop!!" I said laughing. "I'll stop if you'll agree to go on a date with me." He said as he continue tickling my side, laughing out loud as I keep on trying to let go off him. Key word Trying. "N-no! No! HAHAHA!" "Well then" his hand start crawling up, did I mention that my underarm is much worst sensitive? Well now I said it. He start inching upward and again I burst into fit of laughter.

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.

I yell at her. "All I did was touch your arm. You over reacted." She demands. She reaches for my arm once more and as she touches me I feel the same pain. It burns where she touched me as if someone has laid dry ice against my skin. I stand on the other side of the bed and face her. I look at my arm confused because this time I saw her touch me. I shouldn't be having this reaction. I rub my hand on the spot she touched trying to remove the sensation.

He asked me as he turned me again and started kissing my armpits. This was a sensation I have never felt before and I felt all the hairs on my body stand on attention. The tingling and the want was too much and I couldn't help but cuss. "Fuck! Aarggg... Ng..." I moaned and groaned as ge continued switching from one armpit to the other. I tried wriggling but the tied hands made it impossible for me to move from his field of domination. "Tell me, do you want me to continue?" He asked again as he teased the back of my head around my nape with his tongue.

“You don’t need to breathe right now. You just need to lie here and kiss me some more.” “That’s going to be difficult if I suffocate,” he says. His hands move to tickle my ribs and I let him go immediately. “Ohhhh, ho hoooo, is someone ticklish?” he asks, sounding way too excited about the prospect. He’s on his side now, moving his fingers from one of my ribs to the other and then up into my armpit with a feather-light touch. I try to slap him away. “No. Stop. I’m not. I’m not.”

The dichotomy created a tingling conduit of energy in between that focused near my heart, which was beating a mile a minute in my chest. Coiled like a taut spring, I tried to loosen my muscles a little. I spread my legs a few inches in an attempt to stifle the pressure I felt in my thighs. It didn't help. A tickling itch flared up right in the center of my crotch that made me gasp. Good god I was aroused! I don't ever remember being so turned on before. My pussy was the source of the tickle. I started breathing again, the way my body wanted me to. Hard and deep, borderline gasping. With each inhale, a ripple of pleasure shot straight between my legs. I still couldn't move. My muscles weren't

" she breathed out and he laughed 'That hard huh? ain't a problem though. We cool right ?"he brought his arm for a shake She glazed at him and grinned "Cool as ice" she shook his hand. They both kept smiling at each other well Not until Tikka suddenly pulled his right ear "What the fûck Tikka!?!" he winced loudly feeling her dragging his ear "Shut up! This is just a reminder, don't ever tickle me again" she half-yelled emanating a wince from him

“Of course I am.” I try to pull my wrist back, but he holds on tighter. His eyes drop to my other arm, and that’s when I see it. The skin around my wrist is red, scratched raw, in a few spots the skin has broken open, thin lines of blood glistening in the light. Shit. I yank my arm out of TJ’s grip and quickly drag my sleeve down over it. “It’s nothing.” “No, it’s not.” His voice is sharper now. Annoyed. Maybe even pissed. He grabs my arm again before I can move away.

His focus was so profound that he failed to notice my approach. A devious smile played across my lips as I stealthily crept up behind him. The room was filled with the soft glow of the setting sun, casting warm hues across our cozy sanctuary. I drew in a silent breath, my fingers tingling with anticipation. I pounced. With lightning speed, my hands found their mark, mercilessly tickling Kai's exposed sides. His initial shock was followed by unrestrained laughter that filled the air, dancing like music notes around the room. His book fell to the floor, forgotten amidst the chaos of our impromptu tickle war.