Thrown to the tickle-plants by SushiTickles, literature
Literature
Thrown to the tickle-plants
“And through here is the garden – do ask me if there’s anything I can help with, officer!” I beam at you, smoothing down my blouse nervously. We step into the large, octagonal greenhouse dome, almost every surface spilling over with curious, exotic plants. I’m following nervously behind you as you peer closer to examine several of them, the beautiful bioluminescence of the duskthorned moon-rose, the odd, wire-like protrusions of the Crawn’s fire-cactus, moving towards – “Oh! Don’t touch that!” I gasp, taking your hand and moving it gently but firmly away. “That’s a swamp-stinger – not lethal, of course, but they can give a nasty pinch…” I release your hand and step back, letting out a shaky breath. It’s not every day inter-system criminal enforcement comes to visit. I’ve turned my full charm on you, smiles and giggles, answering every question gladly and jutting out my upper chest just a little more than normal. “Missing persons, officer? No, I haven’t heard anything - Illegal
Tickled and teased until you can't take it by SushiTickles, literature
Literature
Tickled and teased until you can't take it
The soft sigh from the doorway is so quiet you barely hear it. But it’s enough to send a shiver down your spine. I step closer without turning the light on, a pale face barely visible in the darkness. There’s barely enough light to make out jet-black lipstick twisted into a cruel smirk, and soft red hair falling in waves past my shoulders. My slim, sleek dress is black too, blending into the shadows as I lick my lips and smile down at you. The tickle monster has come to play. And she’s hungry. I climb onto the bed, lithe and nimble as you feel my gentle weight on top of you, my voice barely a whisper in the darkness. You’re tied to the bed, loosely enough for a little wiggle-room, but tightly enough that there’s no getting away. Naked and helpless, all for me. You’re mine. “Hey, sweetie. You know what I want from you…don’t you?” A single finger finds its way into your underarm, a sharp nail playfully tickling, caressing your skin, not leaving you alone. I love the way you try and
The Tickler of the woods by ilovetickles122, literature
Literature
The Tickler of the woods
"And when it struck. IT ATE THEM ALL".
James and William looked shocked
"Oh come on guys its just a st-, hey what's that over there", Noah said.
Noah looks intently at a wall and walks toward it, he touches the wall and the boys walk up to him.
"It's calling me...", he said.
He looks toward the adjacent wall and when he is behind James and William he scares them.
"BAAAH"
"AAAAAAH", they both screamed.
Noah is now practically on the ground lauging
"Hahahahahahaha, oh you fell for that good".
"Oh, if you think that was funny", William said as he started lightly poking Noah's sides, the little taps from the boys small finger was enough to set hi
A ticklish foot cleaning by SushiTickles, literature
Literature
A ticklish foot cleaning
"Do you know why you're here today, sweetie?"
You look up to see me standing over you, hands on my hips and eyebrows raised. I'm wearing a slim, fine navy-blue dress, a wide slit up the side showing off pale, sleek legs. My fiery red hair is styled into large curls that fall to my shoulders, framing dark eyes and a pretty smile.
When you don't respond I simply laugh to myself and shake my head. Kicking my heels off and flinging them carelessly into the corner of the room, I kneel down by your feet.
While your upperbody remains free for once, your ankles are restrained in oversized heavy wooden stocks. Your feet are barely visible beh