Tickle Story Novels & Stories

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

I laugh hysterically, trying to pull her arm away from her face. Slowly she lowers her arm, blinking down at me in surprise. “Oh Dominic, thank goodness! You’ve gotten so big and strong I didn’t even recognize you. I was sure I was a goner!” Her shock and relief only lasts a moment, and then she sits up, a familiar spark in her green eyes. “Such a rascal – scaring me that way.” She prowls toward me, waggling her fingers in obvious threat. I back away, my pudgy hands outstretched in preparation to ward off the imminent attack. “And you know what happens to pups who play tricks on their Mommies don’t you? They get a visit from the tickle monster!” She lashes out and snatches me up, her hands

I replied, sitting on the bed and dropping her on my laps, gratefully she stayed still “Wanna tell me what's up?” “I don’t know- nothing” she replied, I realised she was trying to talk, but she didn’t what to say whatever outloud “Come on” I insisted, pecking her face, and when she lifted her hand to push me away, I held both her hands behind her back and repeatedly kissed her face till she was giggling “That’s ticklish” She whined “Won’t stop until you tell me what happened” She still said nothing, so I stopped the kisses, turning her and laying her on my bed, I tickled her non-stop, to Angela, tickling was no different from murder.

Grabbing him by the collar, I demanded, “I don’t like waiting for surprises, tell me now, what is it?” He caught my hands and forcibly held them together behind my back, pulling me closer until our lips were barely a few centimeters apart. Like a lion, he whiffed me like prey, around all my erogenous zones, upper lip, corner of the mouth, nape of the neck before whispering in my ears, “TICK TOCK” and sucking on the sensitive earlobe.

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.

Warm, cozy, loving, a home filled with people and the hint of cocoa and magic in the air. Pulling myself away from the only happy memory I had of my family, I started tapping on the keyboard. Sometime later, when my mug was already empty and the clock on the TV showed 2 AM, I had my new blog story finished in front of me. “Hey, my alluring fans! Were you waiting to see if my next ‘Kiss and tell’ story was going to be with the cheerleader you asked for? Yeah, I did it again. Let me tell you every detail of our hot kiss...”

He draped it over her, putting the hole over her head so that her body was covered at the front and back while she continued to hold the teddy above her. "And now, children, who would like to tickle Claire?" Within seconds Claire had tears running down her face as the roomful of children mobbed her and tickled her mercilessly under the sheet. She did her absolute best to keep her arms high above head but struggled to do so, unsteadily writhing around, trying not to topple over, wishing she hadn't worn such high heels. So she was relieved when The Great Phellatio called the children off leaving her red-faced and snorting with laughter.

They were so plump and pink, everything about them was incredibly kissable. “I’ll pinch you,” I answered, giggling like a schoolgirl. “Oh, yeah?” he asked. Nodding my head with a look of confidence wasn’t a good idea. Instead of rubbing my stomach, he ended up using his fingers to tickle me. My laugh boomed, leaving me short of breath. “Stop!” I exclaimed, trying to pull his hand away from my belly. No matter how hard I tried, his tickling never ended. My stomach was beginning to hurt from laughing so much.

Angie replied as she settled down on the edge of her bed while resisting the urge to smile at her son's complimentary new title for her. "Very generous," they sang out in unison. "OK. Let's hear them first and then I shall decide." Jackie was once again the spokesperson for the tickle monsters as he quickly outlined the terms of surrender for his mother, the queen. "First, you shall have to suffer no more wild tickling attacks inside your cold bedroom but instead we will invite you to enjoy a very nice birthday massage from the tickle monsters downstairs in front of a warm fire in the castle's royal den."

I roar, wiggling my fingers as I pretend to snap at his belly with my teeth. Seb shrieks with laughter, his legs kicking wildly as I lay him back on the couch and tickle his feet. “ No, Mommy, no! ” He tries to wriggle free but can’t stop giggling. “ Oh, the tickle monster doesn’t listen to ‘no,’ ” I tease, my fingers dancing over his tiny ribs. He gasps for breath between giggles, his cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling with joy. Finally, I slow down, easing up as he collapses against the cushions, panting with a giant grin on his face.