Armpit Tickle Novels & Stories

But I felt a lot warmer as we went up the stairs again, even though we headed straight outside into the chill of the wee hours, a cool breeze sweeping through the trees and making everything rustle mysteriously. What followed was one of the weirdest—albeit also most boring—hours of my life. Arik and Nate laid me and Drew out side by side on the ground, and then they took turns circling around us, putting their hands on various parts of our bodies, muttering to themselves and to each other, and then doing it all over again. Sometimes when they touched me I had a funny sensation, like a prickling on my skin. Nettles, or something. And once, when Nate had a firm grip on my skull for a couple of

I watch him look at himself in the mirror and notice something that wasn't there before, right under his armpits. “You got a tattoo!” I exclaim. He glues his arm to his body, hiding the tattoo. “’Let me see.” I try to force his arm up, but he continues to ignore me. I’m close enough that he doesn’t have to lean in to smell me. “Please, I even know what you smell like,” he says, laughing. He finally gives in and raises his arm. I examine the tattoo closer. It only looks like two dots. Oh my God.

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.

I stuck out my tongue and gave little kisses and licks on the nape of his neck, and I realized it was incredibly pleasurable. Justin was so overwhelmed by the sensation of my warm breath and soft licks that he was aroused like crazy, something he had been longing to feel. I trailed my kisses downwards, and I made sure not to miss any part of his neck. Justin's breath started racing, indicating that he was so turned on as his neck is his vulnerable spot. I took his wrist, looked seductively into his eyes, and gently ran my tongue in circles around his pulse point. I played with his sweaty armpits, the most ticklish part of his body, and Justin's eyes shut due to the pleasure I was giving him.

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!”