Belly Button Tickle Novels & Stories

I yelled and covered my breasts with my hands. "Hey! What's going on over there?" Outside, the twins yelled. "Soft as jelly-jelly!" Sir Darenn exclaimed and continued poking my tummy, which tickled me. "Hey, what's jelly? What are you two up to?" Outside, the twins yelled again, and I was still laughing because of what sir Darenn was doing. "Hahaha! Sir, Darenn, stop! It tickles!" He's pressing my sides without realizing I'm ticklish; he's just happy because it's soft.

She felt a tingling sensation all over her body and butterflies dancing inside her tummy. "I'm so tired." He said in a very tired tone nuzzling more against her stomach. She arches back because of the tickling sensation but he holds her tight not letting her go. He slides his hands inside her loose t-shirt and pulls it up a little to get direct contact with her skin. Her body trembled when he nibbled her tummy with his lips and began to leave an open mouth kiss all over her tummy. She felt a different kind of pleasure through this process. And she felt good too.

, said Isuzu as she tried to reach her finger to the baby's stomach. "Maybe she has a ticklish spot." Isuzu's finger poked the baby's belly clothed in a smocked baby dress. She started moving her finger around the tummy, slowly, the baby began to feel the tickling. The baby began to chuckle in a small way, but her smile was huge and sweet. As soon as they both felt satisfied, Isuzu pulled out her finger only for the baby to suddenly catch it and pulled it back. "Ouch- your grip is strong!" exclaimed Isuzu as she slowly let the baby pull her finger down. Isuzu let the baby play with her hand, slapping it and sometimes Isuzu using it to tickle herself from time to time.

I chuckled, finding her touch slightly ticklish. "What was that? Why did you move? I thought nothing turns you on?" she inquired, suspicion creeping into her tone just because I chuckled once. "Come here, let's see!" She came closer, determined to reach for my abdomen for the second time, and once again, I chuckled involuntarily. "Stay away from me, you crazy woman!" I ordered, avoiding her hands while laughing. "There's a huge difference between being turned on and being tickled!" "Are you sure?" She still didn't believe me.

I argued breathlessly as the grass blade travelled down my side. I let out a peel of strained giggles and tried to buck Joel off. It wasn't working. He was too strong and thought my reaction was much too fun. He continued to slide his chosen device against my ribs, tracing each one. "How did I never know you were ticklish?" he marveled. Desperate to distract him from this form of entertainment, I moved my hips to stimulate his erection, which was still nestled between us. I wrapped both legs around him and pressed up. He wasn't even slightly distracted and instead used the blade to tickle right at my waist.

Bella Pov : I felt something heavy on my chest refraining my movement and ticklish air on the side of my neck disturbing and making me slightly shiver. I felt something soft, very soft and smooth under my chin , tickling me . I grabbed it in my hand and tried to pull it closer to my cheek but it wouldn't even budge. I pulled harder and I heard the soft thing groan , smiling. I tug at it again , harder . Wait . Groan ?

She smiles up at me as I decide to take this a bit slower than we did earlier. I kiss my way down her body, my cock hard as a rock the whole time. When I get to her belly button I dip my tongue into it and smile when she laughs. "Stop, that is so ticklish." I shrug as I make my way down to her core, ready to lick her clean just to dirty her up again. "Well then, I guess you don't want me to lick down here, do you?"

She complains doing the latch. I wiggle a little as the jewelry rubs against my sides and belly tickling me.

Not a super well known fact by many, but I’m ridiculously ticklish and the spontaneous reminder definitely altered my earlier stance on keeping quiet about what I was feeling. “Pfftt....HEY! Hahahahaha c’mon, fine! Fine, just hehehehehe STOP! Don’t tickle ME! That’s hahahahaHAHA so FUCKED!” I squeezed my eyes shut and howled with laughter. Nimble fingers poked and prodded all over my midsection mercilessly, leaving me defenseless against the attack. She wouldn’t cut it out, and for some reason that pushed me into a strange realm of confused fondness.

I can feel the vibrations from his chest. I nod. His fingers begin to draw little pattern on my belly over my dress, I try not to squirm against him. When he keeps it up I slap a hand over his holding it in place, giggling “Stop tickling me” “Hm” his hand smooths up and down instead before settling at my rib cage, just beneath my breast. If he were to move his fingers a few inches he would feel how hard my nipples are. I swallowed hard, trying not to move.