Armpit Tickle Novels & Stories

Instead, he reached out, his hand sliding over mine where it gripped the railing. The moment our skin touched, the mark on my neck didn't just itch—it erupted. A blinding heat shot from the puncture marks, down my spine, and straight to my core. It was the exact same feeling I’d had with Alaric. I gasped, my legs feeling like jelly.

I tickled her asshole by pressing my fingertips into the crease of her ass, which caused her asshole to wiggle and was therefore a form of sexual harassment. She groaned and arched her back as she did so while making the sound. As I slid two fingers into the narrow gap in between her teeth, I smiled wickedly at her and gave her a devilish wink. As I worked the objects into and out of her private region, she let out a loud groan and groaned the entire time. I extended one more finger and gave her a punch that was significantly more forceful. I used the pad of my thumb to softly rub her clitter as I listened to her groan. She continued to moan.

“It tickles...” Liam chuckled. His hand went down my breast and I felt as if I had been brushed by a feather. “Where does it itch?” He asked. “Here?” My finger“Played” on my waist. I smiled and moved away. “No...” Further down, he lingered in my lap, testing me along the edge of my short skirt. "So... is this it?" My whole body trembled with arousal, and my voice became hoarse with l.ust.

He grabbed my breast and kneaded hard as he bent and pressed his lips right on my armpit, licking me with his tongue circling slowly. "Ahhh! Nooo!" I screamed, giggling uncontrollably as the itch took control, "Please please please!" Taran finally let me go when I was already out of my breath. I pushed him away as I wiggled, panting. He followed my lead and came between my legs: "Ohh, I got it wrong? Maybe the second time is a charm."

I laugh hysterically, trying to pull her arm away from her face. Slowly she lowers her arm, blinking down at me in surprise. “Oh Dominic, thank goodness! You’ve gotten so big and strong I didn’t even recognize you. I was sure I was a goner!” Her shock and relief only lasts a moment, and then she sits up, a familiar spark in her green eyes. “Such a rascal – scaring me that way.” She prowls toward me, waggling her fingers in obvious threat. I back away, my pudgy hands outstretched in preparation to ward off the imminent attack. “And you know what happens to pups who play tricks on their Mommies don’t you? They get a visit from the tickle monster!” She lashes out and snatches me up, her hands

But I'm the one who's in control right now. I pull my mouth away and lift Felicity's arms so they're above her head. I press my lips against her palms and then I pepper one of her arms with kisses while caressing the other, all the way down to her armpit. I breathe in the floral scent of her deodorant before planting a kiss there, too. Felicity twitches and sucks in a breath. I guess that part of her is as ticklish as I expected. I'm curious to know what other parts of her body are.

She straddled me, her fingers playfully wiggling in the air maliciously. "What else is ticklish?" Her fingers traced my abdominals. They contracted, no longer feeling the tickles of her nails but the fire touches. "Seems just under your arms," she breathed. Both of us, once laughing a moment ago, had done a complete turn of a different sort.

I said, letting out a long sigh as she worked out a stubborn knot that had been bothering me for days, her thumbs circling deep into the muscle and making me feel like I was finally unwinding. She moved down my spine slowly, her thumbs tracing along each vertebra, pressing and releasing in a rhythm that had me sinking deeper into the table. But when she hit those sensitive spots along my sides, it started to feel ticklish, not the annoying kind but the type that made my skin prickle and my body twitch involuntarily. I squirmed under her touch, a giggle almost escaping as I tried to hold still. “That tickles a little right there,” I admitted, my voice breathy from the effort.

There’s no effect for him. “Wow!” I slap his chest. “You are really have an amazing body Jeoff! You are not even bothered by my tickle! Can you give me a hint where is your tickle part Jeoff?!” and I try again. Under his arm… stomach and even… his … no. I am not allowed to do something at his lower body.

He rubbed my clit lightly. “I distracted your body. Your brain had assumed my finger against your opening was a threat because you expected pain, so I went and posed another threat your synapses had to focus on. Usually it works best with actual pain, but tickling is effective too because the body reacts in a similar way.” I shook my head. “You are good at this.” His lips twitched, and his gray eyes questioned me. “I’ve studied the workings of the body for a long time, especially its reactions to pleasure and pain.”