So I never write tickling fiction but I guess I was in the mood. Wrote this for Boo (Angel'sBoo) inspired by many, many convos we have had. Someday it may become a reality. Feel free to let me know what you think of the story.
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"I know you aren't asleep. I can see you breathing." Boo smirked to himself, as he snuck into the bedroom, where Miss lay, curled up on her side with her feet tucked beneath her, the duvet draped around her.
Well it was late, and Miss was still in bed, even after Boo awoke to have a shower. He opened up the duvet and as he did it rolled her back to him opening her legs a little. "Are you going to wake up, Angel?" Sitting in bed next to her, he had already changed, in his shorts, though shirtless. He looked upon her where she had her eyes shut and a sweet expression on her face, her nightie coiled revealing a glimpse of her tummy.
"I guess if you are asleep...you won't mind me then." He smiled and finding her right foot laying next to his body, soles facing him, he grinned, he couldn't quite resist and she was sound asleep. Giving her soft skin a little rub, he used his index and middle finger to rub her delicate skin. It was warm to the touch. He brought his fingers to her arch, her sensitive arch and itched one finger there.
Slowly her eyes were opening. She could feel it. Something was touching her. She wasnt sure what but it felt...wonderful.
Boo opened up his fingers and grazed his fingers up her wrinkled soles. Even without many nails he curled his fingers in such a way that were able to slide up her feet. Her feet flexed and her toes curled and she looked at him, a sweet look in her eyes.
"Morning." She said softly. It was almost as if that was the code word. Without uttering any more, he had a glint in his eye, resting her foot on his thigh he raked his fingers up and down her sole and wiggled, tickling those long toes he so adored and she breathed hard and giggled. That giggle only fueled him and made him tickle more, bringing her other foot to him, wiggling his fingers along her toes til she giggled and giggled.
Then, as she gazed at him he lifted her feet towards him and used his tongue, wiggling it along the base of her toes and she squealed, almost urgently. He would then stop, and nothing happened. She looked at him, as if to say, "what gives?", and he took his two fingers and just scratched her arch, right in the middle. She laughed and laughed.
Bringing her feet down he moved closer towards her and was sliding her nightie up. There it was. He saw her toned belly and was sliding closer to it. "I hate to worry you Angel, but i see something right there...its awful..." He acted alarmed and shocked.
"What?" She cast a look back at her upper body, just before he came closer. "Its just...your belly. It needs a good...TICKLE!" And with that, his fingers moved swiftly over her navel, clawing and grabbing lightly at her skin. His thumbs wiggled at the sides of her belly, and she lay back wriggling with laughter. As she tried to regain her composure, he was holding her down with all his strength, those beautiful arms of his that made her swoon. And then his fingers were sliding all over her belly. It still tickled and she was giggling as a result, but she knew what was coming. His palms rubbed her belly this way and that, moving her skin about until she completely relaxed. It was like the air escaped her stomach and the weight lifted.
She breathed slowly, as his fingers wiggled around her skin, rubbing her muscles until they relaxed again. Then he gazed into her eyes and let his fingers linger over her belly button. "Count to 5 for me," he said softly. She obeyed. "1..2...3..." As she uttered 3, his fingers itched around her navel, his index finger was pointing, itching her belly button and wiggling madly.
She jerked and suddenly, felt a loss of control and all she could do was laugh and laugh. He smiled. "Gotcha, baby." And down he went, planting kisses on her belly, on her belly button, again and again. She breathed again and murmured, and then his tongue wiggled around. She once again laughed and laughed, a smile on her face, her eyes lighting up in delight.
"Morning angel." He smirked and brushed the hair out of her face. "Gonna get up now?" She greeted him with a sly grin. That was all he needed. He moved up to her waist and sat on her, being careful not to put too much weight on her. She lifted her arms, ready to wrap her arms around him. He leant forward and kissed her lips. They felt soft and tender just like the rest of her body.
She held onto his neck. "Let me hear that giggle." He said, in a deep, alluring voice and before she could answer, she felt a breeze as more of her nighty was whisked up. His fingers danced along her bare ribs, as he felt her body react, squirming and flinching as she exploded into girlish giggles.
"What's that Angel? Is my angel ticklish?" He teased, giving each of her ribs a wiggle. She couldn't even respond, letting out more laughs and squeals. Then she froze as he reached her breasts and without needing to tease her more, he went to town on them, massaging them softly before gliding his nails on her breasts, tickling, wiggling wildly.
"Fffff...aheeeeheeee!" She laughed, uncontrollably, writhing like crazy. "Its your wake up call." He chuckled, and away his nails again went, sending her into a giggly, euphoria.
Her arms caressed the back of his neck, as he nuzzled deep into her neck, his facial hair burying into her skin. "Changed my mind, i'm not going to let you get up." He teased her and she cracked a smile, happy with this decison.
"Hold on tight." He whispered. She had her arms on his neck, and his fingers danced into her bare underarms, feeling her hollows he grazed them lightly. She gasped, and murmured, and then his fingers twitched, like it has a insatiable urge to scratch. And so it did. They scratched the sides of her underarms and along her crease and then up and down her hollows.
"Heeeeheeeee!" She went nuts and squealed, and he continued on and on. But he hadn't finished. He brought all his nails in to work, raking her bare skin, making her shudder and squeal. She dropped her arms to her side, laughing away and he smiled, gazing deeply in her eyes.
"That was beautiful." He echoed. He rubbed her cheek with the back of his hand. "What was?" She said, weakly. "Making you laugh and squeal happily. Hearing those giggles. Priceless." He told her, and as she regained her breath, he lay her back down and kissed her once more, laying next to her to take in her scent.
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"I know you aren't asleep. I can see you breathing." Boo smirked to himself, as he snuck into the bedroom, where Miss lay, curled up on her side with her feet tucked beneath her, the duvet draped around her.
Well it was late, and Miss was still in bed, even after Boo awoke to have a shower. He opened up the duvet and as he did it rolled her back to him opening her legs a little. "Are you going to wake up, Angel?" Sitting in bed next to her, he had already changed, in his shorts, though shirtless. He looked upon her where she had her eyes shut and a sweet expression on her face, her nightie coiled revealing a glimpse of her tummy.
"I guess if you are asleep...you won't mind me then." He smiled and finding her right foot laying next to his body, soles facing him, he grinned, he couldn't quite resist and she was sound asleep. Giving her soft skin a little rub, he used his index and middle finger to rub her delicate skin. It was warm to the touch. He brought his fingers to her arch, her sensitive arch and itched one finger there.
Slowly her eyes were opening. She could feel it. Something was touching her. She wasnt sure what but it felt...wonderful.
Boo opened up his fingers and grazed his fingers up her wrinkled soles. Even without many nails he curled his fingers in such a way that were able to slide up her feet. Her feet flexed and her toes curled and she looked at him, a sweet look in her eyes.
"Morning." She said softly. It was almost as if that was the code word. Without uttering any more, he had a glint in his eye, resting her foot on his thigh he raked his fingers up and down her sole and wiggled, tickling those long toes he so adored and she breathed hard and giggled. That giggle only fueled him and made him tickle more, bringing her other foot to him, wiggling his fingers along her toes til she giggled and giggled.
Then, as she gazed at him he lifted her feet towards him and used his tongue, wiggling it along the base of her toes and she squealed, almost urgently. He would then stop, and nothing happened. She looked at him, as if to say, "what gives?", and he took his two fingers and just scratched her arch, right in the middle. She laughed and laughed.
Bringing her feet down he moved closer towards her and was sliding her nightie up. There it was. He saw her toned belly and was sliding closer to it. "I hate to worry you Angel, but i see something right there...its awful..." He acted alarmed and shocked.
"What?" She cast a look back at her upper body, just before he came closer. "Its just...your belly. It needs a good...TICKLE!" And with that, his fingers moved swiftly over her navel, clawing and grabbing lightly at her skin. His thumbs wiggled at the sides of her belly, and she lay back wriggling with laughter. As she tried to regain her composure, he was holding her down with all his strength, those beautiful arms of his that made her swoon. And then his fingers were sliding all over her belly. It still tickled and she was giggling as a result, but she knew what was coming. His palms rubbed her belly this way and that, moving her skin about until she completely relaxed. It was like the air escaped her stomach and the weight lifted.
She breathed slowly, as his fingers wiggled around her skin, rubbing her muscles until they relaxed again. Then he gazed into her eyes and let his fingers linger over her belly button. "Count to 5 for me," he said softly. She obeyed. "1..2...3..." As she uttered 3, his fingers itched around her navel, his index finger was pointing, itching her belly button and wiggling madly.
She jerked and suddenly, felt a loss of control and all she could do was laugh and laugh. He smiled. "Gotcha, baby." And down he went, planting kisses on her belly, on her belly button, again and again. She breathed again and murmured, and then his tongue wiggled around. She once again laughed and laughed, a smile on her face, her eyes lighting up in delight.
"Morning angel." He smirked and brushed the hair out of her face. "Gonna get up now?" She greeted him with a sly grin. That was all he needed. He moved up to her waist and sat on her, being careful not to put too much weight on her. She lifted her arms, ready to wrap her arms around him. He leant forward and kissed her lips. They felt soft and tender just like the rest of her body.
She held onto his neck. "Let me hear that giggle." He said, in a deep, alluring voice and before she could answer, she felt a breeze as more of her nighty was whisked up. His fingers danced along her bare ribs, as he felt her body react, squirming and flinching as she exploded into girlish giggles.
"What's that Angel? Is my angel ticklish?" He teased, giving each of her ribs a wiggle. She couldn't even respond, letting out more laughs and squeals. Then she froze as he reached her breasts and without needing to tease her more, he went to town on them, massaging them softly before gliding his nails on her breasts, tickling, wiggling wildly.
"Fffff...aheeeeheeee!" She laughed, uncontrollably, writhing like crazy. "Its your wake up call." He chuckled, and away his nails again went, sending her into a giggly, euphoria.
Her arms caressed the back of his neck, as he nuzzled deep into her neck, his facial hair burying into her skin. "Changed my mind, i'm not going to let you get up." He teased her and she cracked a smile, happy with this decison.
"Hold on tight." He whispered. She had her arms on his neck, and his fingers danced into her bare underarms, feeling her hollows he grazed them lightly. She gasped, and murmured, and then his fingers twitched, like it has a insatiable urge to scratch. And so it did. They scratched the sides of her underarms and along her crease and then up and down her hollows.
"Heeeeheeeee!" She went nuts and squealed, and he continued on and on. But he hadn't finished. He brought all his nails in to work, raking her bare skin, making her shudder and squeal. She dropped her arms to her side, laughing away and he smiled, gazing deeply in her eyes.
"That was beautiful." He echoed. He rubbed her cheek with the back of his hand. "What was?" She said, weakly. "Making you laugh and squeal happily. Hearing those giggles. Priceless." He told her, and as she regained her breath, he lay her back down and kissed her once more, laying next to her to take in her scent.
