Tickle Stories Novels & Stories

The little girl in the bed giggled as her father tickled her Adam Hale was alive and well and was sitting at the side of his daughter's bed, he kissed her forehead and tucked her into the princess pink blankets and got up to turn off the lights. “One more story daddy please” The little girl whimpered. Adam just smirked looking at his daughter and tried to con him into telling her another scary story. “Nice try, that was the eighth story that I told you since I came into your room an hour ago. Now go to bed little one, I love you.”

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.

Stop moving. "Stop tickling me!"

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Before Ever is a red and white candy stick like vibrator. Something she has been using since the day she met professor kade for the first time. A vibrator she was planning to go home to. Something she was going to go fuck herself with. “How?” She asked while looking at the dark faced professor.

THE NEXT STORY Kira It’s New Year’s Eve, and in just a couple hours, this miserable, sexless year will finally die. Twelve months. No sex. No close calls. Not even a halfway decent kiss. Just me, my vibrator, and the hollow kind of ache that doesn’t go away no matter how many times you take the edge off alone. It’s not like I’ve been holding out for candlelight and grand gestures. I just want someone to take control, to ruin me in a way that doesn’t ask permission or apologize afterward.

Mike said, interrupting the moment again. “Mary, go get open the store; I ordered a lot of tequila just to soothe your pot belly,” I mocked. With a nod, Mary walked out of the room. A few minutes later, we heard a bloodcurdling scream, which aroused everyone's curiosity. “Time Bomb!” she yelled again. Mary isn't known for raising false alarms; I doubt she would ever do that. I mike Sprinted in that direction, and my jaw dropped as I beheld the time bomb ticking on the door; we had fifteen seconds left to vacate the building. I could already hear the murmurs downstairs as everyone anticipated our appearance.

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.

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.

Then he would jump out and frighten her, it doesn't get old, no matter how many times he jumps out from that hole she always yelped, clenching her chest and falling over on the sunflower-littered ground. "You will give me a heart attack someday." She would grab the little four-year-old, trapping him in her bosom then there she would deliver her momma weapon, the tickle monster, he would laugh hard until he cried... "I wanna pee..." Would she let him free and he would run all the way to the little old rusty farmhouse that creaks whenever his little weight gets on it. After dinner, she would bathe, tuck him in and he would demand a story, his favorite bedtime story. He had thought she made tha