Extreme Tickling Novels & Stories

He laughed, squinting his eyes, and shook his head, but I dodged again. "You like playing, huh?" he asked. I loved teasing him and kept it up for a few minutes until my explosive laughter filled the apartment—Maël had discovered he could murder me with tickles. "Stop! Quit it!" "You started it!" More tickling until I realized half my body was off the mattress. "Okay, okay!" I begged, adjusting myself, and he lay beside me. Since I wasn’t wearing a bra, Maël’s gaze locked onto my breasts rising and falling with my labored breathing.

Apparently, the love mummy and daddy being together and I had asked Alexander to only touch me when it was necessary and not right in front of breakfast, like it was normal for us. God this man! But I laughed too. Yes, I actually laughed too. It wasn't planned, neither was it a forced laugh, it was real and very much unplanned cause he was blowing on the path between my two ring finger and pinkie and it was very ticklish. Alexander glanced up at me, shocked, and did it again. I giggled, trying to pull my hand back but he was too powerful. "I'm ticklish there, can you let me—" I giggled unplanned again, as he did it with a smile on his face and let go of my hand.