Foot Tickling Stories Novels & Stories

Nysaa took another sip of her whiskey, her eyes dancing with mischief. "I suppose it's better than the time I thought I saw Bigfoot in the woods. I swear, he was out there, lurking with those big, furry feet." Mike laughed again. "Bigfoot, huh? Did you manage to snap a picture?" Nysaa shook her head, her tone exaggeratedly disappointed. "No, he was too fast. Bigfoot's got some serious moves. But I'm telling you, he's real." Their playful conversation continued, the warmth of the bar and the alcohol further loosening Nysaa's tongue.

“I don’t need any more ideas on how to kill someone. I know my shit already, I’ve been watching true crime since middle school. I’m not a fan of chick flicks if that’s what you were hoping for, but if you can’t stomach this my big strong Alpha, I guess I could turn it to the Hallmar-” I squealed as my mate tickled my ribs and broke my snarky train of thought. I elbowed and tried to escape him, not that I really wanted to get away, but he had me pinned atop his lap in about three seconds flat. I wasn’t sure how me squirming atop his crotch was going to help him not put his cock in me on this couch, but I was game for this flirty foreplay. I laughed, then I begged for my mate to show me mercy

He would screamed and get startled finding his baby sis down here. "Fine, I was here to talk about our meeting next week," He was explaining me about a meeting and I suddenly remembered there is a meeting scheduled next week. "Yes continue," I said and he started sharing all the details about it. When I suddenly felt her claws on my ankle. She was trying to rub the area there, knowing well that I feel ticklish there. "Haha," I blurted out laughing when he was in the middle of a serious conversation. He looked at me," what happened?" He narrowed his eyes at me and I suddenly zipped my lips. I kick her hands away as she was continously teasing me.

The afternoon sun, a lazy giant, dipped behind the old oak tree in the backyard, casting long shadows across the grass. Theo, his chubby legs dangling from the porch swing, sat with his chin resting on his hand, eyes fixed on Nanny Mama Hazel. Her weathered hands, like the bark of the oak itself, moved rhythmically as she spoke, weaving a story from the air. "Once upon a time," she began, her voice a warm lullaby, "in a meadow filled with fireflies, lived a tiny little firefly named Flicker."

I only have four toes. Me: Fine... I will make an exception for you. Caroline: But you hated for toes! Me: Not when it comes to your toes. I have this fetish called "Caroline's toes," and I can't stop thinking about your fourth toe. Caroline: Oh my god! You disgust me! Stop! I'm CRYING in this hospital bed, you freak! Me: It wasn't that funny. Caroline: Fine... I might only be laughing because there is no entertainment at the hospital, but still!

Tony punctuated every couple words with squeezes, prods, and playful grabs to his side. Dillon couldn't stop the laughter diarrhea, which was a problem. He needed to escape! Not a drill. Dire emergency! Why the hell were humans even ticklish? It infuriated him endlessly. It was unfair! If he laughed enough, he'd get the hiccups and side stitches, which are both induced medical abnormalities! The bastard didn't just tickle him! That was assault! The worst part was, Tony himself wasn't ticklish in the least.

Deep in heavenly slumber snuggled in the arms of my hot blooded mate. I couldn’t think of anywhere else I would rather be right now. Snuggling in closer to Johnny’s chest my foot twitches annoyingly and I bring my leg further up the bed snuggling deeper. Drifting off again and there it is yet again a twitch and an unbearable tickle, my leg shakes and I can’t help moan annoyingly. The tickle is now becoming relentless to the point Johnny even moans at me to stop wiggling.

He said that but didn't let go of my foot. "You know I'm an excellent masseuse; I would fix it up in no time!" He shot me a cheeky smile that was oddly infectious. "Okay," I said, waiting for him to work his magic, and what he did was something far beyond expected. He tickled me. My limbs shot out as I burst into a fit of laughter. I hit him as I desperately tried to get my foot free. "Stop it! No! I hate being tickled! Stop!" I squealed. Thankfully, he stopped and allowed me to catch my breath.

She giggled and squirmed, but slowly opened her legs for me. “You really are ticklish, aren’t you?” I thought it was cute, and emphasized it by reaching over and wiggling my fingers along the toes of her left foot. She broke out into childish laughter and pulled me down to grope at my ribs. I couldn’t remember the last time I had fun with anyone like that. As much as I hated losing, it was getting hard to breathe and this wasn’t the way I wanted to go out. “Okahahahahahay! Heheheheehe you win, you win! No more.” I begged, and she eventually stopped tickling to bite my neck hungrily.

I begin warning myself , that no matter how big of an verge I have to call him daddy , I SIMPLY WILL NOT! My mind is so preoccupied with my thoughts, that I do not feel the bed slightly dip. I am suddenly pulled away from thinking , as I feel…something charging towards me. Within seconds , it is near me - jumping , licking and biting me. My eyes shoot open to find Fluffy being the culprit behind this attack. I burst out in a fit of giggles as he licks my toes and my feet - that is my ticklish spot.