Once upon a time, in a small town nestled between the hills, lived a woman named Clara. Clara was a woman of 28 years, with long chestnut hair, sparkling green eyes and a curvy figure. She had recently moved into a new house, and ever since she had been experiencing strange occurrences in the dead of night. She would be fast asleep, wrapped up in her blankets, when she would suddenly feel an unseen presence in her room. This presence would then proceed to tickle her feet, causing her to wake up in a fit of laughter.
At first, Clara thought it was just a weird dream, but the occurrences became more frequent, and she couldn’t ignore it any longer. She decided to investigate, but every time she tried to catch the culprit, they would disappear without a trace. Clara was both intrigued and scared, but she couldn’t deny the feeling of excitement that came with the unknown.
One night, as Clara lay in bed, she felt the presence once again. She sat up, determined to catch the tickler this time. Suddenly, she saw a pair of long, slender fingers emerging from under her blanket. She watched in awe as the fingers danced over her feet, tickling her in all the right places. The fingers then moved up her legs, sliding off her pajamas without her realizing. Clara felt a warm, giddy sensation spreading through her body as the fingers continued to explore her.
Before she knew it, Clara was floating in the air, surrounded by an invisible force. She was tickled all over, her clothes disappearing one by one. She was laughing and moaning, unable to control her body’s reactions. She had never felt anything like this before.
The tickling continued, moving to her more intimate and erogenous areas. Clara’s laughter turned into whines, then moans, then groans that filled the room. She was sweating, her chest burning from the exertion of laughing and the arousal that was building up inside her. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she could feel her body on the brink of something new.
She moaned, the sensation both ticklish and arousing. She had never felt anything like this before.
“Oh, God,” she cried out as the tickling intensified. She was writhing in the air, her body slick with sweat. She was on the verge of orgasm, her pussy gushing like never before. She could feel the invisible hands penetrating her, filling her up in a way that no one had ever done before.
The tickling never stopped, building up to a crescendo that caused Clara to orgasm again and again. When she finally came down from her high, she was back in her bed, fully clothed. The only evidence of what had happened was the strong smell of hot sex and the damp sheets surrounding her.
The next morning, Clara couldn’t believe what had happened. She felt a mix of emotions, from confusion to excitement. She couldn’t wait to experience it again, but she also knew that she had to be careful. She didn’t know what she was dealing with, and she wanted to make sure that she was safe.
As the days went by, Clara found herself longing for the tickler’s touch. She would lie in bed at night, hoping to feel those long, slender fingers on her skin. And every time the tickler appeared, Clara would give in to the pleasure, letting herself be swept away by the unseen force.
One night, as Clara lay in bed, she heard a soft voice in her ear. “I’ve been waiting for you,” the voice said. Clara’s heart skipped a beat. She had never heard the voice before, but it felt familiar, like she had known it all her life.
“Who are you?” Clara asked, her voice trembling with excitement.
“I am the tickle monster,” the voice replied. “And I am here to give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.”
Clara gasped as she felt the tickler’s touch again. This time, it was more intense than ever before. The tickling was accompanied by soft whispers in her ear, dirty talk that made Clara’s body tingle with desire.
“Do you like that, my good girl?” the voice asked, as the fingers danced over Clara’s nipples.
“Yes,” Clara whispered, her body arching in response.
“Do you want more?” the voice asked, as the fingers moved lower.
“Yes,” Clara moaned, her hips bucking in anticipation.
The tickler continued to touch Clara, exploring every inch of her body. Clara lost herself in the pleasure, her mind blank as the tickler brought her closer and closer to the edge.
“Cum for me, good girl,” the voice whispered, as the fingers zeroed in on Clara’s clit.
Clara screamed as she came, her body convulsing with pleasure. She felt the tickler’s touch everywhere, inside and out. She was floating, weightless, as the pleasure washed over her.
When it was over, Clara was back in her bed, her body spent. She lay there, panting, as the tickler’s touch slowly faded away.
She lay there for a moment, trying to make sense of what had happened. She had heard stories of the tickle monster, but she had never believed they were true. And yet, here she was, her body still tingling from the intense pleasure it had experienced. She smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction she had never known before.
From that night on, Clara knew that she would never be alone again. The tickle monster would always be there, ready to give her pleasure whenever she needed it. And Clara couldn’t wait to see what other adventures awaited her.
