Some of my mainstream tickle-inserts (f/f)

[Duke Diablo]

Here are some of the inserts from a novel I'm writing on. When I finish it, I plan on selling this one. It is going to be a mainstream thingy, but will have a few situations where characters tickle one another. I'm going to put them here, as some people might enjoy them, and they don't give out anything of the main plot anyways. The tickling is mild, nothing sexual, just playful tickling.
So... hope you enjoy.

Oh, yeah, I haven't decided on the name of the story yet, but at the moment I'm having it under name "Avenger's Requiem".

Situation 1:
«You're lucky, Isabelle», Lotus told her, sterilizing her wound with alcohol. «It's only a flesh wound. It should heal quickly, and in no time, your thights will be ready to display again.» Saying that, the Chinese girl smiled wickedly. «Speaking of which, tell me, how many men have you had since you entered the agency? I mean, when we go on a mission, they seem to be crawling around you. C'mon, you can tell me.»
Isabelle sighed. «Well, actually, since I entered the agency, I really didn't have time for any relationships... I spent all my time working, and the only men I get to hang out with are my targets, who end up dead... and yeah, men from the agency. But you know how they get.»
«Yeah... dead boring to the core», Lotus concluded, putting the medical equipment away and then jumping on the bed again. They got room with merged beds, so she almost catapulted Isabelle off the bed.
«Hey! Watch out!», Isabelle protested. «I almost kissed the wall.»
«Well, at least you would kiss something, lonely girl», Lotus teased.
«Ooh, now you had it coming», Isabelle smiled and jumped on the unsuspecting asian girl.
«Hey! What the...?!», Lotus said, surprised, but then screeched as Isabelle started tickling her ribs. «Stop that!»
Isabelle was now on top of her, holding her hands, thus effectively pinning the smaller girl.
«No!», Isabelle answered, smiling evily. «I got you now and you're not getting away easily.» Then, she dug her fingers into Lotus' ribs again, making the little girl squeal and giggle.
«Tickle tickle tickle!», Isabelle teased, while the Chinese girl tried to squirm out of her grasp. «Gotcha no...»
Isabelle's words froze as she felt a shock running through her own ribs. It seemed Lotus decided to strike back. This surprised Isabelle so much that she lost her balance and allowed Lotus to come on top of her.
«Now it's my turn», Lotus said, still laughing, as Isabelle was still tickling her. But Isabelle lost her grip soon and started defending herself from Lotus' tickling fingers. She was laughing helplessly as the small asian always found a spot she couldn't defend.
«Please! Stop!», Isabelle begged, interrupted by laughter.
«No way! I gotcha now!», Lotus teased, continuing to tickle now helpless Isabelle. «This is going to be fun!»
Lotus tickled Isabelle for some more time, but then Isabelle found a weakness. She lifted the asian from herself by grabbing her leg and throwing her aside. Then, she quickly mounted her again and secured her arms.
«All right! This time I won't let your hands free!», she said, eager to tickle her friend to her wits end.
«Then you won't be able to tickle me», Lotus replied self-confidently.
«You think so?», Isabelle smiled and started tickling Lotus with her nose on the belly. The little girl screamed.
«Hey! No fair!», Lotus protested.
«What? You don't like being completely at my mercy?», Isabelle teased. «You don't like if i do... this?» Saying that, she dug her nose into Lotus' belly again. «Now you're mine!»
Just as she finished saying that and prepared herself for another attack, she was interrupted by the doorbell.
«Who is it?», Isabelle asked.
«Room service», the voice responded. «We brought you the wine you ordered, mylady.»
Isabelle looked at Lotus, who lay helplessly beneath her, and smiled to her. «Lucky girl... saved by the bell.» Saying that, she got up and opened the doors.

Situation 2:

«Listen, Belle... To make up for the last night, let me cook you and Lotus breakfast, ok?»
«Sure... Thanks», Isabelle said, smiling as the vietnamese girl echoed her earlier thoughts.
«No no no... don't thank me, it was the least i could do», Tolan said, pushing her out. «Now out out out! Just sit there and wait for me to finish.» As soon as confused Isabelle was pushed out of the room, she heard the doors shutting behind her. She couldn't help but smile. She decided to wake Lotus up while she was waiting for Tolan to finish cooking. It was time anyways.
When she came into the room, Isabelle saw Lotus sleeping on the bed like a baby. She was smiling, probably dreaming pleasant dreams. Isabelle sat on the bed next to her wondering what was she dreaming about? About the parrents she never knew? Orphans used to imagine their parrents like good and kind people. Or was it about the time before she joined the agency? Before she was separated from her sister? Being that her sister was transported to USA and Lotus was here, on the other side of the Atlantic, their meetings were rare. It was hard to keep contact at such distance. Thankfully, they had internet, so they could speak on almost a daily basis. That is, whenever Lotus wasn't too busy or on some assignment, which was a common thing. But Isabelle knew Lotus always found time for her dear sister. She was so nice, Isabelle thought. So nice it was really unfair to put her into such an agency. But, she guessed, it was better than killing her, what they thought in the first place. Maybe that was what Lotus was dreaming about. About being able to walk away from all of this. About leading a normal life. Settling down somewhere, getting married and raising a family. That is what Isabelle desired, too. And Lotus, being only twenty two, was still of age to make it all happen. Such a sad thing that, unlike Isabelle, Lotus really didn't have any choice in life. Isabelle wondered would Lotus pick this over normal life if she had a choice like Isabelle did. Well... that was something no one could answer. Isabelle dismissed all of her thoughts and concentrated on waking her friend up. Slowly and gently, she placed her index finger on Lotus' armpit. This made her squirm a little and smile a bit. Lotus was very ticklish, Isabelle knew. She liked tickling her, though. It was so much fun to see her ticklish reactions. Slowly and carefully, Isabelle placed the other hand under Lotus' other armpit. Lotus wiggled on this one too. Isabelle slowly began to move her fingers, tickling her friend lightly. Lotus continued to squirm and giggle, still sleeping. Isabelle pressed on the tickling, going down to her sides. She was still doing it lightly and carefully, watching out so she doesn't wake her up too roughly. Again, Lotus squirmed and giggled in her sleep, only this time a bit harder. After a few short moments of tickling, Isabelle let her sides go. It was really time for her to wake up, she thought. So, she took Lotus' big toe with her thumb, index finger and middle finger, again gently not to wake her up. Then, she placed the index finger of the other hand on her heel and started running it quickly up and down her sole, from the end of the heel to the balls of the feet. Lotus' giggling turned into laughter, and within a few quick moments Lotus was awake.
«Belle!», she shouted, «What the hell are you doing to me?»
Isabelle laughed. «Waking you up. Don't want you to be late for work. You know how Michael gets when we get late.»
«Well, I'm awake now, so please take your claws off my feet, you tickle fetishist!», Lotus said, freeing her foot of Isabelle's grip. Then, she massaged it a bit, as she would always do to with the parts that went through tickle attacks. She sighed. «Thanks for waking me up, Belle. I had troubles sleeping tonight... I was really worried for Tolan, you know? Speaking of her... where is she now?»

Any comments are welcome, of course🙂

 

[SF85]

Interesting indeed. May I ask what the novel is about?

 

[Duke Diablo]

Thanks, mate, glad you liked it.

As for the story, it's very complex and I don't think I can explain it in one or two sentences without you getting the wrong idea. It's mostly going to revolve around Isabelle, an idealistic agent of international top-secret agency working on two cases at the same time: bringing down a secret criminal organization and hunting down one of the world's most famous terrorists. As she goes deeper into investigations, things become more complicated, and Isabelle will realize that the world isn't black and white as she thought it before.

Hmm... not 100% that, but it's the closest I can get to in one or two sentences.

 

[Bashiku]

interesting story... too bad i can't rate it yet cause this was too short to understand real story... but it has potential

 

[Duke Diablo]

Hmm... running through the pages I wrote so far, I found another tickle-scene. This one comes between scene 1 and 2 in the story

Scene 3:


Joking and engaging in idle chatter, Ayize and Isabelle entered the training room, taking on their training outfits. This time, each one took a kimono. Ayize had a classical white judo kimono, while Isabelle had a black one. They preferred to spar with kimonos against each other. More space for improving technique and less need for use of brute force, which often led to injuries. Ayize and Isabelle wanted to avoid that. To them, it was a friendly practice, and so it went, as always. They sparred for half an hour, trying out new techniques each, trying to utilize them properly. Isabelle tried out the move Duke used on her, and found out that it worked very well. Every time Ayize would try hitting her with knee or leg, she would use it to pin her friend to the ground.
«Well, you certainly learned a new move, it seems», Ayize said, as she was pinned to the floor for the seventh time in just a few minutes. Every time she tried even a tricky leg strike it would end up like this. «Or maybe you like my feet so much you can't get your hands off them.»
«Maybe», Isabelle told her pinned friend. Getting to know Duke did result in something other than learning to despise him. «But then I would be doing this...»
To Ayize's utter surprise, Isabelle tickled the sole of her pinned foot. Ayize, who was very ticklish, squealed in surprise.
«Damn it, Belle, stop that!», she said, laughing. «You know how ticklish I am, dammit!»
«What? This?», Isabelle said, repeating the process. She tickled the sole, scratching it with her long fingernails. She started at the heel and slowly moved up, ending at the toes. «I am enjoying this quite a bit, and you will have to bear it as long as you're in this position.»
«All right, I give up», Ayize said, and Isabelle let her go. Ayize stood up and went for the lockers. «By the way, where did you pick that move up?»
«First hand demonstration», Isabelle said, smiling. «And I really didn't welcome it... quite painful when your toes get crushed.»


Also, here is the scene Isabelle refers to. I thought it might be interesting to somebody, so I'm putting it here:

When she woke up next morning, Isabelle was still under the effect of the dream. She thought about how beautiful it was... and how sad it was that it didn't come true. Instead, she was alone, with a bottle of whiskey in hand as her only company. She cried as she lay in bed for a while longer, thinking about her foolishness and her loneliness... and about Jacques.
However, she snapped out of it as she heard a doorbell ringing.
«Coming!», she shouted, and went to get up from the bed. However, as soon as she got up, someone jumped her from behind and started strangling her with a cord. Isabelle was surprised at first, as the attacker seemed to come out from nowhere. She stood there, gasping for breath, and felt her conciousness slowly fading away. She tried to fight, but the guy was too strong for her. She couldn't get him off just by pushing or hitting. However, just as she thought she was done for, she saw someone enter the room. It was Duke!
Great!, Isabelle thought. Duke will certainly save her now. Just as she thought, Duke reached out and took... a glass of milk?! Isabelle couldn't believe it. The guy just leant back on the wall and was slowly, casually, sipping the milk.
However, this stunned her attacker, who was obviously surprised by his entrance as much as Isabelle was, and thus, gave her an opportunity to kick him in the groin. Isabelle gladly took that chance, and launched a hit right between the guy's legs. Then, she quickly took the bottle of whiskey and smashed it on his head. Then, as he lay unconscious, she broke his neck. Now, it was time to settle the score with Duke. She ran to him and slapped him.
«WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, DRINKING MILK WHILE I NEEDED HELP?!!», she shouted at him, slapping him again and again.
«Because I don't care if you live or die», Duke replied. Isabelle was so angry she tried to kick him in the groin, but he knelt, so her knee ended in his belly. That didn't have the desired effect, as he didn't even seem to react to it, except for letting some air out of his lungs. Then, he grabbed the foot of the leg which hit him and raised it upwards, making Isabelle fall on her back. Then, he pushed it, so Isabelle's knee was right in her face. Duke secured her other leg by kneeling over it. Now, Isabelle was completely immobile. She couldn't reach him with her hands because her torso was pinned to the floor by her knee. Also, it all happened in a flash, too fast for Isabelle to react. And then, just as she was immobilised, Isabelle felt pain in her toes, coursing through her entire body. Duke was crushing the toes of the lifted foot with his iron grip, and it hurt like hell. Isabelle couldn't supress a scream. Her toes were on the edge of breaking, and her mind was pierced by this sharp pain.
«Blake told me to bring you to him, but he didn't say alive. Now, will this gentle warning be enough for you to behave or do I put a bullet through your head?» Duke's face was stripped of all emotions as usual. Isabelle, on the other, hand, was so angry she started crying. She hated being so helpless in front of that man, with her knee in her face... And that is when something occured to her.
Oh no!, Isabelle thought. –No! Please, say it's not true!-
But it was true. She didn't get the chance to get dressed because of the attack and therefore, she was completely naked in front of Duke. And, them being in position in which they are now, Duke certainly got to look at some parts that he should never have seen.
«Let me go!», she ordered, and, surprisingly, Duke really got up. Isabelle quickly got up and started slapping him again. «Why the fuck did you look at me?» She got herself a mantle and got into it, still crying. She felt so... defiled. She threw herself on the bed and started to cry. «Why do you hate me?! Why didn't you let me have at least some decency?!»
«I don't hate you... you're not significant enough to me to form an opinion of you», Duke replied in a really indifferent tone.

 

[valencia_k]

this story was gooood

 

[Duke Diablo]

Thank you, valencia. I'm really glad you liked it.