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Tickle monster [the closet] 15

Added 2024-09-30 04:37:24 +0000 UTC

Eleanor's breaths became heavy from all of his digits fluttering her armpits. But suddenly the monster halted from his tickles, his grip on her tightening a moment before loosening. She could feel his gaze moving down her body, pausing briefly on her ribs. He leaned back slightly, his arms rearranging themselves to better reach her midsection.

He began with a feather-light touch, his furry digits skimming the fabric of her shirt, tracing the line of her ribs from her armpit to her waist. It was a sensation so faint she wasn't sure if it was real or if she was imagining it. But as his touch grew bolder, she felt the first tremor of laughter bubble up in her chest. His hands moved in a circular motion, his thumbs lightly pressing down on the soft flesh between her ribs, creating a sensation that was both delightful and maddening. She writhed in his grasp, her body trying to escape the tickling torment, but she was held firmly in place.

The monster chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the closet. He was enjoying this, savoring every twitch and giggle he could coax from her. His eyes were locked on her quivering body, his pupils dilated with excitement as he counted her ribs with a gentle precision that belied his monstrous form. Each number was a whisper that seemed to resonate in the air around them, a dark incantation that bound her to his will.