Katy Perry Tickle Novels & Stories

And then… she loved to be chased by the tickle monster. It was a silly little game. It started the first day they arrived when Lucy left me alone with Bethany for a couple of minutes. She looked like she was about to cry. Without any talent for babysitting, I simply tickled Bethany like I did with my nieces. She ran. Of course. But she paddled back. And that was how I turned into the tickle monster. In hindsight, I should have seen this coming. Bethany asked to play, and I said yes.

Wyatt said. "Oh, well thank you very much," she pulled his nose. "You have cute all over your face." "I do not," Wyatt said and then smiled. "Oh yes and I see it other places too, like here," she tickled his belly, "and here," she tickled underneath his arm, "and here, too," she picked up his sock cover foot, pulled off the sock and ticked the bottom of his foot. Wyatt was giggling so hard, he could barely say the words, "I have to pee."

Releasing, I decide what I want to do to initiate her. Looking through my drawer, I choose the tickler. Something simple, but pleasurable. No pain involved and it is the perfect way to ease someone into the joy of toys. I stand over her and barely touch her skin with it. She wiggles and squeals more and I have barely touched her.

“I like it...” “I knew it! You’re more sensitive to touch than I am...your toes are so cute, does it tickle if I do this..?” She started sucking them seductively as if they were tiny lollipops and my pussy twinged and tingled with newfound lust. Ticklish sensation shocked my system, but I tried to hold it together. “Yes...but don’t stop, Detka!” I giggled, gasped, and moaned.

“Wake up, Pussy cat.” Those ticklish whiskers kept sweeping across Pandora’s face. Starting at the edge of her brow; so soft and light. Creeping slowly along her eyebrows and eyelids, falling onto her cheekbones, then moving in a circle around her lips; sweeping over the supple texture repeatedly several times before moving down to the other side, lingering on her tempting, round chin for quite a while, then falling to tickle the hollow of Pandora’s neck. “It’s your birthday, Pussy cat. Wake up.”

His focus was so profound that he failed to notice my approach. A devious smile played across my lips as I stealthily crept up behind him. The room was filled with the soft glow of the setting sun, casting warm hues across our cozy sanctuary. I drew in a silent breath, my fingers tingling with anticipation. I pounced. With lightning speed, my hands found their mark, mercilessly tickling Kai's exposed sides. His initial shock was followed by unrestrained laughter that filled the air, dancing like music notes around the room. His book fell to the floor, forgotten amidst the chaos of our impromptu tickle war.

Kyra- “Stop!” I laughed as Hunter kept tickling me. “Not until you tell me what I want to hear.” Hunter said with a hint of sinister in his voice. “I already told you!” I yelled through my laughter as I squirmed around on the bed. “I want to hear it again.” Hunter said, moving his hands to my inner thighs to tickle me. “You are going to make me pee my pants!” I screamed, trying to pull my legs away from him.

Cheryl replied. “Girls, please, let's just have some fun,” Kitty suggested as she settled the popcorn between them. The girls seized fire, and they spent the rest of the night braiding each other's hair, polishing their nails, and dancing to old 90s music; The Spice Girls, Destiny's Child, N'sync, Backstreet Boys, and DMX. After they got tired of dancing and singing, they fell on Katherine's bed, sweating and panting. “What should we do next?” Katherine asked.

Whitney squirmed, grinding her sopping wet cunt against the other girl’s fingers feverishly. “Oh...my God....mmmmmm...” Those high notes of heightened sexual pleasure easily made Whitney’s cunt Hollis’ favorite instrument to master. The desperate little whimpers that followed almost made her orgasm without any stimulation whatsoever. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ll go first.” Hollis lazily licked her fingers before moving to lay flat on her stomach, hooking her arms through Whitney’s thighs as she bit the soft unblemished skin gently, almost gnawing. “Number one is a huge shocker...I have a wicked tickling fetish. To be clear though, I like tickling you. Guess that makes me dominant i

The smell hits me, and I grimace. "Audrey," I say in a warning tone, "that better not be—" "TEQUILA!" She yells and I groan. Tequila is the sure-fire way to get me both hammered and horny, and she damn well knows this. "Come on, Kat," she says in her sweetest voice, pouting at me then grinning at Dan. She passes Mark a glass. "Why are there five?" I ask her.