Belly Button Tickle Novels & Stories

I can't push him because if I do so then the t-shirt will stretch including its neck which has a circle neck, because his hold over it is a bit tight, then he will be able to see everything inside with no effort. " Please leave. What are you doing? Stop bullying me! " I yelled in panic as I found it hard to breathe when he deliberately teased me by running his fingers over my belly. His fingers are cold as ice and they are going God knows what to my sense but I am seeing stars just by his touch on my belly and some warning bells ringing in the background of my head. Like he got his sense back he pulled away and like always he frowned in disgust. Here we are again!

It doubles me over, but my concern isn't for myself; it's for the baby. My diaphragm involuntarily expels grunts every few breaths, and nausea washes over me like I've never felt before. Strangely, amidst all the discomfort, I notice a tickle in the center of the pain. It feels as if a tiny fish is swimming around inside me. That tickle begins to grow, gradually pushing back the surrounding ache.

She did not let her hands remin idle for long. She started touching me from my waist downwards, using the tip of her fingers to play with the little cavities of my body. She played with my belly button, tickling it up and she took her hands to my back, drawing straight lines with it and using her finger to drive me crazy. “Argh. You are driving me crazy.” I said to her, arching my back as she touced it into her face. She stuck out her tongue and wiggled it on the tip of my nipple, driving me very crazy.

I said this while tickling his waist with my fingers. "Hey, don't do that!" He yelled out. "HAHA, that means you feel ticklish in your waist—oh my god, baby, I've got your weak point!" I teased him while rolling my fingers from his waist to his stomach and making him laugh like a kid. As soon as my fingers tickled him, he laughed, losing his grip. Hehe, while taking the opportunity, I pushed him back while running away from him. "Hey, you little one!" He screamed while realizing I tricked him and ran, hehe!

I looked at him, then I looked at his empty hand, then I opened my mouth to speak, then I sprinted as fast as I could out of the kitchen. I got to the hallway before he caught me up and pushed me against the wall. "There was me thinking I'd shaken all the mischief out of you," he said, a smile creeping onto his head. "You have three seconds to hand it over before I tickle you," he whispered in my ear. "3..." "I'm not ticklish." "2..." "And I'm not giving in," "1..." I only clutched my phone in my hand tighter. A fraction of a second later his fingers came in contact with my stomach and I erupted into fits of giggles.

My toes curled up together and I feel the breezy wind seeping in through my bra and panties. Michael takes out my other breast. Does the same thing. Holds it firmly in his hands and pops my nipples in his mouth. He's such a good sucker with those full lips of his. My eyes rolled over again and I bang my head a few times on the grass. He traces his tongue down to my belly button and I feel lost over there, like a wonderous maze of pleasure I can't escape from. Michael gives me a mischievous smirk. He knows licking my belly button is my pleasure weakness. My body ignites like an engine and I can even cum by him only licking my belly button for a long time.

Hollis bit her lip and tried to scrunch her neck for protection, but Whitney gave no such chance as she started nibbling affectionately. “I had a feeling you were ticklish.” She teased in between nibbles, earning her a slow wide smile. Unable to ignore the sensation any longer, Hollis shrieked with laughter and grabbed Whitney by the waist. She smoothly positioned her back on the bed so she could blow on her exposed bellybutton. Tasting the little metallic cherry piercing in her mouth, Hollis grinned when Whitney squeaked and squirmed underneath her. “Yeah, I’m pretty ticklish...but now it’s my turn to get YOU!”

I was ready for him, waiting for him to claim me one more time. He glanced at me, and I could sense he was about to go naughty. Before I could even say a word, his lips wandered off from my boobs, gently leaving a trail as it slides down to my belly button. I almost burst out laughing, but I held it all in. I have always been ticklish down there. He dug his tongue in, and I couldn't hold the laughter anymore. I laughed so hard while his lips were in there. "Shhh, Tessa would come bursting in, if you kept laughing like that."

I didn't even realize during my lustful gaping that one of my hands had found its way to her ass, gently squeezing her pert, tight backside. The button on my jeans was undone now. She pushed one of her hands up onto my stomach under my shirt, almost completely exposing my pelvic region. I'm ticklish there, and normally I probably would have laughed at the touch, but now it only shot jolts of pleasure between my legs.

" he huskily said, pulling me closer to him and wrapping his arms more securely. He ran his two fingers on my belly. His touch tingled me, making me jump and squeal. I hopped away from him. I giggled hysterically and tried to catch my voice, " No! No! You can't tickle me. " I smiled gleefully, almost making it reverberate. His face lit up with mischief and an adorable smile, " It's one of my rights, you know. " he smiled and came toward me, showing his moving fingers in the air. His eyes didn't bulge for a second from me.