Nurse Tickle Novels & Stories

he sits on the edge of my bed again, “Good thing I know a kryptonite for pinching toes….” I squint at him, suspicious of what he was trying to pull, but before I know it, he’s tickling my foot. “AH! No! No, Stop it!” I couldn't stop laughing, damn it, I hated how ticklish I was on my feet. Suddenly the door burst open, “Hey!” Rosie’s hands sit on her hips, “ There is no tickle play allowed in my quarters! Stop harassing my patient Thane!” Thane and I look at each other then start busting up laughing, “Alright, that's it,” Rosie goes to Thane and pinches his ear leading him out of the room, “Hey! What the hell is up with women and pinching!?”

Not a super well known fact by many, but I’m ridiculously ticklish and the spontaneous reminder definitely altered my earlier stance on keeping quiet about what I was feeling. “Pfftt....HEY! Hahahahaha c’mon, fine! Fine, just hehehehehe STOP! Don’t tickle ME! That’s hahahahaHAHA so FUCKED!” I squeezed my eyes shut and howled with laughter. Nimble fingers poked and prodded all over my midsection mercilessly, leaving me defenseless against the attack. She wouldn’t cut it out, and for some reason that pushed me into a strange realm of confused fondness.

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.

Realizing that I might have been disrupted by the tickling, he seemed to understand. "Ticklish?" he asked me. "Mmm, very ticklish." "That's exactly how ticklish I am," he tried to explain, but hearing my response, he couldn't help but laugh. "You're quite the mischievous one, aren't you?" I pinched his nose playfully. "Hehe, it really is ticklish." "But I'll make you feel very comfortable, hmm?" I whispered, gently stroking his ear.

“But whatever happens, we can get through it together.” The door opens and Nurse Franklin comes back in with what looks like a television on wheels. She puts it beside the bed and pulls up a chair next to me, "can you unbutton your pants for me and lift up your shirt to your breasts please?" She pulls on some gloves as I do what she says. She grabs a bottle and holds it over my stomach, "this might be cold." I move slightly as the cold gel touches me, "yeah just a little."