F/m Tickling Novels & Stories

My face turns beet red once more , as I am nervous to tell him that I wish to cuddle all day long. “ Tell me…or….” A mischievous smile falls upon his lips , his eyes twinkle in a way that makes me scared in a happy way. “…I won’t stop…” he begins to tickle me , making me freak out in a fit of laughter. “No…stop…” I yell in between my laughter. “You know how you can make me stop…” he says while tickling me even faster. “Fine…fine..” I laugh out , giving in. He finally stops tickling me and I recollect my breath. He then lets his thumb glide under my eye , wiping away a tear which had just shed due to his wicked torture.

The more I tickled her, the more she laughed and I couldn’t get enough. I wondered if her feet were ticklish like mine and decided to test it out. They definitely were but instead of laughter, she started kicking me, begging me to stop. Rikkon started whimpering in my head at the thought of upsetting our mate. Plus, her kicks were lethal. I had to hold her down to keep her from doing some actual damage, which effectively ended the tickle torture.

"Don't, Mr. Carter. It's not clean." He pried my hand away. "It's fine. I don't mind. I'll do anything if it means helping you out." With that, he stuck his tongue out and began flicking it between my thighs. I had never experienced such intense pleasure before, and I couldn't help but whimper. It felt like an eel was down there, moist and slippery. "That's it. Moan louder. Let it all out," he said, still moving relentlessly. For a moment, I completely lost track of where I was. My mind was flooded with a dizzying, overwhelming sensation, and I found myself breathing hard.

I used my fingers to pinch the lines on his balls, tickling on it and making him to shriek. “Fuck! You are driving me crazy with your mouth.” He moaned out loud and I continued bopping on his dick, using my tongue to flicker all around it. “Thought you said that I have a big mouth yeah?” I teased him and opened my mouth wider, kissing his dick and vacuuming it into my mouth. “Yes I said so and your mouth is perfect!” He confessed and I tickled him again, using my finger nails to trail on his dick, making him fold.

It almost tickled and felt like multiple pieces of material were brushing against my leg. “It’s called a flogger. Have you ever used one?” his deep voice asked. “N-No,” I replied while shaking my head a little too eagerly. He gently slapped the end pieces against the back of my upper thighs, causing me to flinch again at the sudden action. It didn’t hurt. It actually tickled more than anything and felt weirdly good. I guess not being able to see made my senses heightened. It didn’t help that I was still a little nervous.

One thing I can't stand is someone touching my fucking feet. "So tickling you is torture, but me choking you isn't?" He tilts his head and looks amused. "Okay, I know that sounds weird, but yes, you're right." I mutter and he smirks. He reaches forward and I move. "Fucks sake Sweetness. Just let's help you get over this. Stay still, I swear not to touch the bottom of your feet." He reaches forward again and I tense. I watch as his finger strokes along the top of my feet.

I can’t help but lose control over my emotions, I cry over the pain and laugh over the ticklish feeling under my crotch at the same time! Whereas when I am still struggling in the worst situation, Marie decides to jump onto my lap and starts scratching the back of my hands, just like she knows where her toy is caught in! “Marie! S-stop! I am feeling funny! It’s t-t-ticklish...!” trying my best, I squeeze a few words through my gritting teeth as I whimper and giggle at Marie at the same time. “Henrietta, what is it?” Listening to my grievous scream, Jamie stops eating his salad and turns to me with a judgy face.

"Fuck you! Did you have to say that?" "Your poop stinks, everyone's poop stinks, even mine. I can also lick your foot, but after you wash it. I don't wanna fucking ingest numerous unhealthy bacteria!" "I didn't ask you to lick my foot. I hate it cause it tickles a lot! And don't think of tickling me, I hate it!" She pursed her lips and twisted her brows with displeasure. "I can't guarantee you that." He curled his lips into a devilish grin.

“Yeah, almost everyone here is.” “That is so cool! Do you have fangs?! Can I see them? Do you ha-” He smiled. “You’re cute.” I blushed, immediately stopping my rambling. That's when I realized that the men sitting beside me were staring at me weirdly. “Sor-” Before I could get another word out, chaos knocked on the door. A group of about ten to fifteen men burst through the doors. They drew everyone’s attention. Their eyes were glowing red. Their fangs were on show. Their sharp overgrown nails were out on display.

I shook my head and lightly slapped my cheek. "N-No comment," was all I could answer, and started walking. I took a deep breath and calmed myself. "Fine, don't answer it. Silence means yes," I chuckled when Tasia spoke next to me. I looked at her and she just laughed at me. She really loves teasing me, unbelievable. To be continued...