Belly Button Tickle Novels & Stories

“Tell me.” His finger stopped at my belly button, and I let out a startled gasp, as a ticklish sensation ran through my body, and he seems like he noticed because he did it again, and in the instant, I froze up. My treacherous body betrayed me by responding to his touch. I felt warmth pooled in my belly and I could feel some slick in between my thighs… fuck, he was trying to turn me on.

Moreover, I felt no strength in my muscle. So, I was there on display, ready as he pleased. "Hmmm... Baby. You are so sweet." He said, slurping the water and the ice cube remains on my belly button. "Ah! Oh God, Alex..." I gasped lowly and try to avoid his tongue that licked me there. I tried to close my thighs but failed as Alex was already between them. "Hmmph... Oh... N-no..." His tongue worked so quickly that it was so tickled. I moaned and tried to steady my breath as I feel the ticklish there spread all over my body.

Well, he wasn't reacting the way she was expecting he would. "I don't think I have the same tickles as you do," Jessie spoke gently. But his chuckled broke. He snorted at the fascinating look on Nyll's frustrated face. "Why???" Nyll asked, still trying to find anywhere Jessie would feel tickles in his body. "Why don't you have any?" Her rubs spread all over his body. Areas where Nyll felt tickled and hoping he would do as well. Until her hands reached the gluteal folds; it's the line below the butt cheek.

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.

he murmured against my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "Mmm, I do like hands-on learning." His fingers found the ticklish spot just below my ribs, and I shrieked with laughter, trying to squirm away from him. "No fair!" I protested, but I was giggling too hard to sound threatening. "That's cheating!" "All's fair in love and tickle fights," he said, his hands moving to my sides, finding every sensitive spot with devastating accuracy. I retaliated by going for his neck—the place that always made him melt—pressing soft kisses along the column of his throat until his laughter turned into something deeper, more breathless.

He was tracing the muscles on my abdominals with his fingers, and then he leaned in to stick his tongue in my belly button. He pulled away and said with his eyes still staring at me “I’m sorry, but I just had to do that. I know it’s strange, but I’ve always had a fetish for belly buttons.” His tongue touching me there was like a key to unlock below my waist. It was like it was connected in some unforeseen way.

-- I beg as I wriggle on the bed, trying to lessen his tickling a bit. "I didn't hear right." "I want to pee." At the same moment he stops his joke, which made me let out a relieved breath. I have been like this since I was little, when I end up laughing too much, I get a huge urge to go to the bathroom. All this is intensified when it comes to tickling. My weak point, I must admit. "Enjoy and take your shower, I'll be guiding the yacht to the Port. We need to pick up our families and the captain.

“Ugh.” I finally ran to the nearby sink and puked. Baby Sean, Daddy and Mommy were having their moment. But maybe you just greeted him back before I could. “What's wrong? Don't tell me you ate bad food again. “ When I looked up, at the mirror, I saw Sean behind me. His hands went around my waist and his face on my neck. From slow kisses, he was suddenly sucking my skin. My hairs stood on end because I was ticklish but I just smiled and gave him a peace sign. My face looked like a fool’s but yes, my neck is one of my tickle prone area.

"Say it and I'll stop the torture." "Never!" Isabella retorted and squealed as his fingers attacked her again. Uncontrollable laughter spilled from her lips. She tried rolling away from the tickle monster but he saw it coming and moved atop her with both of his knees on either side of her. Placing his fingers underneath her breasts, he resumed tickling. "Oh my, okay okay! I'll say it!"

I nodded. He flipped a button, turned a dial the smallest degree. I shook my head. "Is it on? I don't feel anything." "Hmm." He turned the dial a little farther. A subtle vibrating tickle emitted from the patches on my chest. "It's a slight buzzing sensation." I shook my head again as I tried to figure out how that was supposed to help sore muscles. "Turn it up some more. Maybe that will help. Right now, I think it's a waste of funds."