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.

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.

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.

shifting away from his side but he pull me back closer and started tickling me making me laugh harder "Oh my God, please stop" I begged "Are you ready to kiss me" he asked still tickling me Why do I have to be ticklish, I can't breathe and his finger on my body is sending tingles all through my body and soul "please" I pleaded again but he didn't stop "Are you ready" he asked again

It makes fire run up my veins. My lips moved down, craving to explore and taste more. My lips move over his stomach, my tongue pushing down to feel the firmness of his skin. He was perfect, his body was mouthwatering. I circle my tongue around his bellybutton before trailing it over the tiny hole, causing a light giggle to film the air at the sensation it causes. I smiled against his lower stomach and do it again, cracking the stimulating sound. "Stop that," he laughed pushing my head away from his navel, "That tickles"

Something strangely alluring about a woman of a certain age having a belly button piercing. Her already throbbing clit jumped while he played with her jewel. She squirmed more. Her ass moved against him to relieve the throbbing, but it just made things worse. She wanted his fingers there, instead of teasing her belly button. She took a deep breath, a gasp really, when his mouth moved to just below her ear. She purred deep in her throat as his hand moved a little lower, his fingers edging under the black silk of her panties. He stroked just at the top of her mound.

They were so plump and pink, everything about them was incredibly kissable. “I’ll pinch you,” I answered, giggling like a schoolgirl. “Oh, yeah?” he asked. Nodding my head with a look of confidence wasn’t a good idea. Instead of rubbing my stomach, he ended up using his fingers to tickle me. My laugh boomed, leaving me short of breath. “Stop!” I exclaimed, trying to pull his hand away from my belly. No matter how hard I tried, his tickling never ended. My stomach was beginning to hurt from laughing so much.

I had her squirming, rubbing her legs together, just sucking and nibbling on those perky little pink peaks. It was fun, and I was sure I'd spend a lot more time playing with those fun babies, but it was time to move on. I worked down her abs, to the little soft belly just under her cute little 'inny' of a belly-button. My hands were glued to her breasts, while I kissed and licked her, offsetting the ticklish actions with tweaks of her nipples. Poking my tongue into her belly button made her squirm and giggle, until I gave her nipples a sharp tug, making her gasp.