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Life is often confusing and sad, and I'm a big fan of the slap and the tickle, as they say.
tonguing her clit. I
It was as relaxing as being tickled.
Never tickle a sleeping dragon.
Just a kiss, Kitten."
"Kitten?" No one called her that.
His mouth curved. "You're skittish, wanting my touch, but afraid. Deciding if you want to claw me or purr for me. Like a kitten."
She lifted an eyebrow. "What if I claw you?"
"Bring it, baby. That
Jenks's wings tickled my neck, and I shivered.
That gun of yours tickles me where I don't like to be tickled," she said.
both touching and somehow repulsive.
Gently touching with the charm of poetry.
Talking like touching. Writing like punching somebody.
Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
somehow touching yet repulsive
Revising stuff lately, I was shocked to see how often my characters scratched their ankles, felt their feet, and touched their own ears.
Spank me pull my hair bite me
He swayed side-to-side, fighting against my compulsion. I smiled sweetly, leaning in and grazing my nail across his cheek. "You understand?" Skin contact made it solid. His shock melted into a gooey grin.
J.M. Friedman. Succubus in Seattle (Kindle Locations 173-175).
Touch is so underrated. The basic human need for contact.
Nothing like a good rib tickling read like Fifty Shades of Grey
Breath and heat and contact and shirts off and skin on skin and smiles and murmurs and the enormity revealing itself in the tiniest of gestures, the most delicate sensations.
That one tickled. If electrocution is your way of flirting, I commend you on your originality.
Liken had discovered that she was scared of heights, secretly read erotic stories, and had incredibly ticklish feet.
Happiness has two hands: one with strength for lifting up heavy hearts and a gentle hand for tickling.
I felt on my back gentle pats like fragile wings just touching me, touching me: my grandchildren's hands.
Emotion ... a weird sense of human ... strong handling make us numb ... loose handling make us dumb ...
Tick, tock," whispers Wiress. I guide her in front of me and get her to lie down, stroking her arm to soothe her. She drifts off, stirring restlessly, occasionally sighing out her phrase. "Tick, tock." "Tick, tock," I agree softly. "It's time for bed. Tick, tock. Go to sleep.
I never was so immensely tickled by anything I had ever said before. I actually woke up twice during the night, and laughed till the bed shook.
I like the excitement you get at touching another human being when you're acting with them and then having a little spark and not knowing what is going to happen in between you.
Petting is the study of the anatomy in braille.
rubbing the ointment into the creases of his knuckles, massaging
I feel like a tick on a dog.
If I get tickled in a certain way, I actually lose the ability to stand. I don't mean to, but something happens to my knees, and I fall on the ground.
His fingertips felt like whispers, telling my skin secrets.
Dancing cheek to cheek.
We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.
Lick a finger: feel the now.
I had forgotten this - the thrill of touching someone new, trying to decipher the meaning of each tiny movement.
Sometimes everybody touches in the dark. You touch to see what you can stand to touch, what you can to feel with your fingers probing parts you never though you could probably probe - Gray
Touch is the alpha and omega of affection.
One touches and, in the act of touching, one's touched.
Minor detail. I'm going to kiss you, Marlie - "
"I'll bite you again," she swiftly warned.
He shrugged. "I always have had more guts than sense," he said, and very gently brushed her mouth with
his.
Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath'd hooded sharp-tooth'd touch!
Did it make you ache so, leaving me?
Nissa stirred as she felt the soft brush of something -- lips - tease against her neck. With her eyes closed, she smiled. Thomas' spicy, masculine scent was unmistakable. "What are you doing?" she murmured.
"If you have to ask, I must be doing it wrong.
At fifty times the distance, you dispatched that ko-bold with three arrows to the neck. I've earned a trio to the chest. Seems you slapped him while you're tickling me. You doona want to kill me, which is a good sign. Maybe this is your way of flirting?
I lowered my mouth to her ear. "That sound you make when I touch you, I want to hear it." My hand slid beneath her t-shirt, and my thumb trailed beneath her bra and across the bare skin of her breast.
A soft sigh fell from her lips.
My tongue traced her ear. "That's it.
You should really be more careful who you let put their hands on you. A silky male voice hummed as hot, minty breath wafted around her ear and danced slowly across her nose. Sera inhaled deeply, her skin prickled with goose bumps.
That was just a hug, and we were fully clothed."
He shot me a weird look, and the flush on his neck got redder.
"I mean
our skin didn't touch,' I hurried on, and now, oh God, I was blushing too.
"So maybe this thing needs skin-on-skin-contact. Or hand-on-hand. Or ...
I don't. I don't want anybody else to touch you. I'm silly. I get furious if they touch you.
Mmmmmm
I like that thing you do with your tongue. What do you call it? Speaking? Yeah, I dig it
Touching: The Human Significance of the Skin,
Not being able to touch is sometimes as interesting as being able to touch.
I like to touch things. In my house I have a lot of velvet drapes and thick, lush couches.
Yeah, well, I don't do touchy-feely. I do punchy-bleedy.
Look, you don't know what makes me tick, so stop assuming you do.
Whispering against her ear, he confessed, "When I'm really stressed out ... I play with my toes."
Gwen leaned back a bit and stared at him. "Seriously?"
"It's really relaxing and very bearlike."
And very weird. And yet ... "I'm oddly comforted by this information.
Ickle me, pickle me, tickle me too
never returned to the world they knew
and nobody knows what happened to
dear ickle me, pickle me, tickle me too
Touch Me, but not with your hands.
This is what it means to be loved ... when someone wants to touch you, to be tender ...
A man touched me: his hand ... my thigh. I touched him too: my fist ... his jaw.
Don't touch me like that. Don't touch me anywhere. Touch me everywhere.
Everything in the film [Tickling], which was vetted by lawyers, is perfectly legal. I'm not losing any sleep over what I did.
The carnal contact side by side, from heel to armpit, brings shudders that shake up nature like the flights of nocturnal birds.
It's easy to get young gay men to tickle each other, right? Let's come up with a challenge: Let's get heterosexual men. How do we do that? We make it a competition, because then it's not gay. That explains the antipathy behind the gay-journalist comment.
His hand brushes against my nylons and make me suck in a breath. The feeling of his fingers sliding along the fabric ... purr, purr. Please don't stop doing that.
Touching is a powerful act
I don't want to just entertain people. I want to touch them.
I couldn't feel so I learned to touch.
I ... Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.
There was something so electric about it. So dangerous. Those little touches were everything. I lived fro them. You can build a whole world around the tiniest of touches. Did you know that? Can you imagine? - Tobias Aldshaw
When you touch me, good God.
If you can't feel, why did you kiss me?"
Patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. "Because I feel it here, in my heart," he said quietly.
Love tickles parts of you that, prior to its influence, you didn't even know could feel.
...causing her eyes to bulge and her tongue to flick from behind her luscious lips, scaring away insects." - Amok 2015
her kitten-pink tongue
I have always been confused about how to touch another person.
The 'Tickle Monster' story literally flew out of my mouth.
Nothing like the soft touch of a woman. Her smooth skin...or her rough scars.
I hunger to commit the act of touch.
When I hold him for just a second, like this, and feel how soft his skin is. How furry he is in front, and so big too. It's sort of like hugging a really lovely bear, only without the word in there that I'm absolutely not doing. I'm not hugging him, all right?
It's the way his pinky hooks with mine, just for a second, before he full-on cups my hand.
It's similar to the way you feel cuddling an infant or a kitten, when you want to squeeze it so hard you'd kill it ...
Life is about feeling. Touches on your skin, both passionate and icy. Anything other than normal, the average, the lukewarm.
The thrill of being ignored!
The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless, transforming.
My skin tingles as I step into the music,
give in to the icy thrill of pleasure
that spreads through me whenever I dance,
the pleasure of leaping into a cool lake on a
sweltering day.
She laughs outright. And I love the sound. Makes me think of tickling her. In bed. While she's naked. Lying on top of me.
What feeling is so nice as a child's hand in yours? So small, so soft and warm, like a kitten huddling in the shelter of your clasp.
Cats don't caress us-they caress themselves on us.
Taste my breath, do you like it?
What comes next, you decide it
Tease you with my fingertips
Play with the haste that's on my lips
Hold me closer
And breathe into me
if you tease a dog, it bites.
Touch, touch, touch, touch me love, I'm shaking inside.
Tactile than olfactory - but I could discern nothing else about it.
What would it be like to have Raffe's hand caress my nipple?
Rays of male vision seem to have a tickling effect upon virgin faces in rural districts;
Letting someone touch you in the place where it hurts the most, if I could do that, if I could just do that, well, that would mean I was alive.
His touch sent a combination of tickles and chills through my body. My heart sped up and i struggled to keep my breathing normal.
Every Noah rummor had been right. His kisses curled my toes and now his simple touch rocked my body.
Passive...Aggressive...Pussy.
I don't touch people and they don't touch me.
She feared so many things. Too many to want to count them. Some she would not even want to try to justify.
But his touch?
Surprisingly, this was not one of them . . .
Scratching is one of nature's sweetest gratifications, and the one nearest at hand.
There's something special about her. When she helped me with her touch-"
"Exactly what was she touching that was so memorable for you?"
"Watch your mouth.
Tack's eyes stayed locked on Shy's two beats then he said quietly. "Make her happy."
Shy held his gaze as, for the first time in fucking months, he began to breathe easy.
There it was.
Tack just gave it.
His blessing.