Navel Tickle Story Novels & Stories

Shayla resisted longer, peppering me with last-minute questions about whether clouds slept and if frogs had birthdays. Lucas waited until the others were settled before speaking quietly. “Can you tell a story?” Something in his tone—hopeful, vulnerable—unlocked a memory deep inside me. “My mother used to tell me stories,” I said softly. “Would you like one of those?” Three heads nodded eagerly. So I began. I told them about the moon that fell in love with the sea but could never touch it, about the brave girl who taught the stars how to sing, about the fox who tricked winter into leaving early.

Half-way through the trip both boys fall asleep on my shoulders while I continue to watch a movie. "Wake up boys, we're going to land soon." I say as I shake both of them gently. They groan and try to swat my hands away making me sigh. "Alright, I didn't want to do this but you left me no choice. Time to bring out the big guns. Mr Tickly!" I say before I begin to tickle the both of them. They both burst out laughing and cry out that they're awake. They huff in annoyance at me when I smirk in victory. The plane lands and we all climb off. We go to collect our luggage then head out to the meeting area.

Gil pleaded like a small child asking for chocolate. “You, father and son, I don’t know how I am going to handle you both” Eva mumbled and planted a quick kiss on his cheeks. Nigel giggled as he was watching them through the space between his little fingers. “Naughty boy, you are not allowed to peep like that,” said Eva tickling his stomach. Nigel laughed out loud for not being able to endure the tickling. He tried his best to stop his mother from tickling him holding her wrist with his small hands.

"It is your release that will unlock the rest of my power and make me undefeatable. Come here and put your head in my lap one last time. Let me tell you a story and then..." The big Hare's fear passed and he smiled. "This is familiar to me yet I can't remember why. It is I that soothes you and pets your head." Nickel moved to rest his head in the much smaller more-tom-than-no-fur's lap. "I hardly fit." "You are a big Hare, aren't you?" Agent stroked his ears affectionately. "Perhaps the next time we meet, you will be small enough for me to hold and tell stories to."

"This story is called the Tale of Grace the Brave. Grace was brave. Grace was kind. When she arrived in the Valley of Tall Stones, everything felt unfamiliar. The paths were different. The air carried new scents. At night, when the valley grew quiet, she missed her family very much. She missed their laughter.She missed being understood without having to explain herself. But even when her heart ached, Grace chose to stay gentle. In the valley, she met the Wise Cricket, who believed strongly in rules and proper ways. He corrected her often and Grace listened carefully and tried her best the very next day.

she blinked. Liam leaned down, kissing her tenderly on the forehead. "I'll tell you a story, and you'll fall asleep soon." Liam swiped the screen while his beautiful eyebrows knitted. "What kind of story would you like?" Gemma slowly closed her eyes. "I'll listen to whatever story you tell." "How about 'The Tortoise and the Hare' or 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs'?" "These are too childish," Gemma said with dissatisfaction, quietly opening her eyes.

Rebel whined. “Oh stop, do you want all the little bugs to come and nibble on you while you’re asleep?” Storm asked with a raised eyebrow. “Mama, no wittle bugs gonna eat me.” Rebel chuckled shaking his head. “Oh really?” She narrowed an eye at him. “Well, they will slowly crawl up your leg, she started lightly running her fingertip up his little leg making him giggle, so quietly that you don’t know they are there and before you know it, they have been nibbling on your fingers, toes, ears, and they have taken a big bite our your…” she dragged her fingers along his arm, “TUMMY!” She tickled him.

“You’re going to make me look bad in front of the other warriors.” “Don’t worry, Mum. If any of them try anything, I’ll sort them out." He puffed his chest out, meaning every word. She hummed, “even if they tickled you?” The little wolf squealed but he couldn’t escape her as she wrapped him in her arms, tickling every inch of him that made him squirm and wiggle and cry out for his Mama's help. Then she blew a big raspberry on his belly, and everything dissolved into heady laughter that had him gasping for air. Nala got to her feet, while he was still fighting back a fit of giggles and propped him up on her arm, so they were equal heights. Her heart burst when he gave her a kiss on the cheek

She squeaked, squirming as my breath tickled her skin. “Yes, you can. Tell me about your feelings about glitter." "Bredon!" she broke into full giggles as I tackled her onto the bed and began the assault. She was very sensitive to my tickles. "Noooo, Stop please! My ribs! I can't breathe!" She pleaded, bubbling with laughter. I could do this all night just to hear the sound of her beautiful laughter. Thanks to our little tickling game, Vivi was now straddling me, sitting comfortably and directly on my d*ck... waking it up from its nap. I rested my hands on her hips and gazed up into her radiant face.

He chuckles out as he rolls her gently off her back, under him…tickling her. “Auntie Libby’s turn.” Rex calls out, as he sits more forward…eager to try and win for his team. “Okay…let me think. Alright…ready.” My earlier attempts failed miserably when I was trying to act out a scene from snow white only to confuse it with sleeping beauty. According to Elspeth it was an apple not a dragon that was the key clue differentiating the stories. This one would be pretty simple. I place my hands around me, pretending to try and warm myself back up.