Ticklish Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She seems to be in some sort of trance as she stares down at my mate. I drop beside Tika and put my hand against her cheek just needing to feel her. I have to snatch my hand away at how cold she feels. She’s freezing and still hasn’t moved from my warm touch. I place my fingers against the side of her neck to find her pulse as I fight to listen as hard as I can with my dragon hears.

His fingernails traced higher across my ribs and I fought back a giggle. “Mmmm, my vixen is very ticklish?” He said with a throaty groan as his hand moved higher, tracing his nails across the underside of my breast. “Very much so.” I said as he traced his fingertips across my areola, I bit my lip and brought my hand up to his. Those feather light touches of his were driving me mad, they were too much and not enough at the same time. I traced the line of his cock and he bit his lip.

The flesh beneath my fingertips was shrinking, he was really ticklish, he wasn' t lying to me. My guts grew and I laughed, "I' ve always been curious. You wear your shirt so neatly, no mess at all, did you secretly tuck the hem of your shirt into your underwear?" He didn' t reply to me, only the thumping of the heart in his chest. "Tell me about it, you must have... Uh huh, right?" "If you don' t get back to me, I' ll touch..." "leila!" He aggravated his tone by calling my name, but that didn' t scare me anymore.

She wouldn’t cut it out, and for some reason that pushed me into a strange realm of confused fondness. I can’t stand being tickled; Why does it feel SO good with her? “Woah! How did I know you were ticklish? Man, you just handed me the skeleton key to all your secrets. Why don’t you start with what you were trying to get out while I was making you cum! We can just go from there...”

Then she stood. The memory I’d chosen was simple: a twenty-three-year-old fan bent over my desk in the old brownstone while I read her my filthiest unpublished chapter, my free hand working between her legs until she came shaking and then begged to suck me off. Ella mirrored it perfectly, her palms flat on the scarred oak surface, back arched just enough that her wool skirt rode up the backs of her thighs, exposing the lacy edge of her stockings and the barest hint of black garter straps.

She makes me want things I never thought I'd want. "Are you a boob guy?" She asks lifting her hands to cover mine. "No. I think I'm a you-guy." I say rolling her nipples between my fingers "You're utter perfection. Every part of you was sculpted to drive me crazy." My hands squish her tits together and I bend to lick the water off. I'm not condoning it but fuck do I understand why Fan married her. "Think you can go again, big boy?" Her fingers wrap around my already hard cock making it jerk with anticipation. I'm ready to be inside her again. Hopefully this time it'll be longer and harder.

He assaulted me with tickles, making me laugh until it made my stomach hurt. Dylan picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He started tickling my bare thighs, swirling round and round while I pounded his back with my fists. This was pure torture. He kept on tickling me until he moved his fingers way up and brushed his fingers against my womanhood. "Dylan!" I screamed, trying to control my laughter. Dylan only brushed his fingers over my sensitive part over and over again until he started rubbing me slowly through my pants.

i laugh and try to roll away from the bed. " Gray please... " I laugh harder as he stops. My eyes are already watery at the sides because of too much laughter. " You're taking advantage of my ticklish." I tell him and flick his nose. " You can always tickle me back if you want." My eyes widen." How come I'd never thought about that?" " That's because I'm not ticklish. I'm not a girl." I roll my eyes and sit up. I carry his foot and begin to tickle the bottom.

When Frank spoke again, his tone was somewhat casual as he turned around to support me. I casually covered my nose. "Here." He moved my hand away, looked down, and raised an eyebrow. "Nothing serious, as long as it's not your head." Taking advantage of his lack of attention, I reached out and tickled his waist. I had discovered last night that he was extremely ticklish. As expected, he flinched and grabbed my hand, the corners of his mouth curving up. "Using a little pain tactic now?" "To be your girlfriend, one must learn to be smart, right?" I snorted. "Otherwise, if you sold me off someday, I'd have to help you count the money..."

Subtly, he pinches the tip of my nose and chuckles softly. I swear, I love him so much. His fingers started running over my spine and my eyes widened at him, “You better not think--” He started tickling me even before I could continue what I was going to say which caused me to scream and laugh while I was on top of him locked around his arms. He was really enjoying his time tickling me and I am enjoying it anyways but at the same time found it torturing. I screamed as I kept moving, “Milo!!! Stooooop! That tickles a lot!!”