kaleb!

Okay anyways

ehhee!!!! silly silly silly sily !!

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Slow little shapes, not even intended to tickle at all, but they’re so gentle they just do. They aren’t even looking at you- they’re watching tv. Just idly touching you. Innocent and completely mindless; it’s a quiet way they show their affection without even realizing it. Meanwhile, you’re trying not to giggle or squirm, face bright red because what’s your alternative? What if they tease you about it? What if they laugh? What if they stop?

the softest, most gentle tickles on your sides. Barely even moving up and down, just jellyfishing their nails and fingertips slowly and softly while they coo and chuckle over your reactions. Soft voice, even softer hands.

Well, what if I just scooped you up, held your arms over your head, and went to town on your tummy while growling like a feral animal, huh? What about that? Ohohoho, you've got nothing smart to say now, huh? Yeah, I bet that tickles real bad. You know how much the tickle monster loves eating up bratty lees, right? You know how to make the feasting stop.

The tickle monster needs to hear a 'I'm sorry.' Ohhhh so now you're gonna pout at me? I guess the feast continues. And you know what? I'm in the mood for some....rasberries.

No, no, no. Where do you think you're going? Get back over here. Theeeere we go. Trapped in my arms once again. Now...time for some yummy rasberries~

Pffft!

Did my little lee just squeal? You're feeding me so well today. Give me another, yeah?

Pffft!

Awww I'm sorry, but you this what you get for pushing the tickle monster buttons. Besides, I was starving. You want me to starve? You do? Ohh, now that's just cruel. I've given you so much love and attention and this is how I'm treated? I was gonna let you off the hook because I've been so well fed....but clearly there's still some brat in of you. So I think I'll help myself to a second course. And remember...if the tickle monster doesn't hear a 'I'm sorry', she keeps eating.

He lies down on his back and sheepishly raises his arms over his head. I can already see a nervous smile break out onto his face and have to bite my hand to hold in a laugh.

Before the tickling starts, I reach my hand inside his shirt and rub his belly while my other hand gently ruffles his hair and scratches under his chin. I can't help but gush about how cute and sweet he is, praising him and thanking him for letting me do this. Telling him how eager I am to tickle him.

If he gets all blushy and covers his face, I'll lower myself down and gently pry his hands away from his face, intertwining them with mine and peppering his face with tickly kisses. I can feel the butterflies fluttering in my stomach like crazy as he squirms and fights back giggles as I continue with my onslaught of kisses.

not captioning this one properly im too embarrassed nobody look at me

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