#knismo

I do have an all time favorite (a lee being kidnapped and tickle tortured) but I think it would be more fun to list a few I like 😁

- tickle kidnapping (like I said earlier in the post!!! Obviously!!!!)

- tickle experiments (ler scientist experimenting on a lee thru tickle torture)

- giantess (or a lee being turned tiny and being tickled)

- TICKLE FIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!

- punishment tickles (obviously A LEE BEING NAUGHTY and a ler dealing with that ☝🏻)

- tickling turned sexual/erotic/weirdstyle (self explanatory)

Excerpt from Lovesick !

but the catch is that i have to put the bondage on loosely. so it's reasonable that if they can coordinate themselves enough through my merciless teasing and tickling they could slip out. if they do, they have full permission to manhandle me, pin me down, and tickle me for the remainder of the time.

Marlowe and Cassidy in: Lovesick

Hi everyone ! I have started the process of writing Lovesick, an erotic sapphic tickling novella starring Marlowe (she/her) and Cassidy (they/them) !

Marlowe is a girl with an obsessive crush, head over heels for Cass, but can be overwhelming in her limerance. Cassidy fears connection and can only truly be themself when they are being tickled mercilessly and can't hide their reactions. Marlowe hopes to earn Cass's affections by indulging their secret interest.

The novella will include tickling, cnc themes, stalking, dubcon, orgasm control, and lots of kinky sex ! I understand these topics are not for everyone! Keep yourself safe!

If you're interested in supporting me and my work, i have a patreon that I'm going to use to support myself and the novel. It's $3 CAD (or $2.14 USD), and is completely optional.

Thank you for the support on my blog so far ! I appreciate each and every one of you!

Finally, here's an excerpt and a picture of Marlowe I drew;

You held the knife

like a secret the night had trusted only to you.

Its edge caught the moonlight,

painting silver across my skin

without ever breaking it.

"Don't move," you whispered,

and somehow

those two words felt more like a vow

than a threat.

The forest watched in reverent silence,

the wind swallowing every prayer

I had forgotten how to speak.

Your shadow wrapped around mine

until I could no longer tell

where your darkness ended

and my own began.

The blade drifted slowly,

close enough for my pulse

to tremble beneath it,

close enough to remind me

that trust is never born in safety.

Monsters are easy to fear.

It is the gentle hands

that carry sharp things with care

that become impossible to forget.

If you wished,

you could have left scars for the world to see.

Instead,

you left only your reflection

haunting every mirror I passed,

a ghost with storm-colored eyes

and a smile that promised

that even in the deepest dark,

you would be the one

I would walk toward—

again,

and again,

until the night forgot

which one of us

was the hunter,

and which one