Armpit Tickle Novels & Stories

4 HIVI HUGS OF GOODBYE “Ticktacktoe ticktacktoe ticktacktoe.” the alarm was pressed by one lazy sleepy soft hands, and when it's about to alarm again, the other hand slam it stopped. Twisting its body, both arms high up in the air, wiggling to wake his sleeping soul. Slowly he gets up and walk bare-footed on the wooden floor, wash his face, brush his teeth, comb his hair.

He lifted my arm up to his face and tenderly licked my wound. The moment his tongue touched my skin, I felt a shiver run through my body. He looked at me from over my arm, as he continued to lick the gash in my forearm. It was the oddest sensation, tingly at first, then hot. The heat spread up through my arm.

I allowed my hard-on, now pushing against the inside of my pants, to just barely brush her ass through her skirt for a moment and then kept myself back and away as she tried to push her ass back against me. She let out a slight, "Mmmmm," half out of excitement and half out of frustration. I took my hands and turned them palms up so that I was just touching her with only my fingernails and I slowly and lightly scraped against her upper arms, down her inner forearm, and into her palms. On the upstroke, I flopped my hand over and with only the pads of my fingertips, touched her on the way back up. Her bare arms were filled with goosebumps immediately in response to the sensation and I felt her

He moans, lifting my arm to his face as he licks up to my elbow. “Ew! Get off of me.” Infuriated and disgusted, I push him away, forcefully. Sadly, he barely budges. I try to escape through the small space between him and his friend, but he holds onto my waist, pulling me back. It feels like ants crawl my back at his touch, so I smack his arms. He growls in pain, and lets me go. I’m on all fours on the grass, but they still don’t stop harassing me.

Thеn hіѕ hаnd wаѕ оut оf mе and mу іnѕіdеѕ felt so еmрtу! Apparently hе had аррlіеd more lubе to his hand аnd arm and thеn hе rеturnеd іt to my аѕѕhоlе, juѕt bаrеlу touching the swollen rіm. "Lеt mе dо it thіѕ time," аnd I nоddеd оk. I watched аѕ hіѕ hаnd rе-еntеrеd mу аѕѕ, then аѕ more аnd mоrе of his аrm disappeared іnѕіdе. I соuld feel еvеrу іnсh оf іt as hіѕ hаnd рrоgrеѕѕеd thru my rесtum аnd іntо mу соlоn, ѕtорріng only whеn hіѕ elbow reached mу аѕѕhоlе. Thеn hе ѕlоwlу рullеd all the wау out аgаіn and ѕtаrtеd bасk іn...hе wаѕ lіtеrаtеlу fuсkіng mе wіth hіѕ arm!

Every time he plans to attack me his face bore the exact same expression since childhood and I knew it means danger. I squealed trying to get away from him. But, I was too late his hands caught my waist tickling my sides. I started laughing hysterically begging him to stop, trying to push his hands away and my eyes started to tear up with the onslaught of his fingers on my waist. My back fell onto the couch and I brought my knees to my chest, trying to save myself from the onslaught of tickles. Another sharp burning pain shooted in my chest and I stopped laughing and my face grimaced as bitter acid refluxed back up. Jason stopped the tickling and asked,

Tingles move from my fingertips, up my arm, and straight down to my pulsing core. Arousal rushes through me from the simple touch of my hand, causing heat to pool between my thighs. Such a strange reaction for my body, even if it is desperate to get the magic that it so desperately desires. A gasp leaves Jamari’s lips, causing them to part as her tongue darts out to moisten her lips. Moving in slowly so as not to startle her, I gently place my lips on hers in what was supposed to be a tender kiss.

The more I tickled her, the more she laughed and I couldn’t get enough. I wondered if her feet were ticklish like mine and decided to test it out. They definitely were but instead of laughter, she started kicking me, begging me to stop. Rikkon started whimpering in my head at the thought of upsetting our mate. Plus, her kicks were lethal. I had to hold her down to keep her from doing some actual damage, which effectively ended the tickle torture.

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.

But his arm remains steadfast, as if carved from stone, refusing to yield to the onslaught of my fists. As I cautiously examined my hand, a chilling sensation crept up my spine. The touch of something moist and sticky sent shivers down my arm, and my heart skipped a beat. With trepidation, I turned my gaze towards the source of this unsettling discovery, and my breath caught in my throat.