A Touch of Tickle: Sexy Tales of Gently Tickled Women

By Jeremy Edwards

In these sensuous tales by award-winning erotica author Jeremy Edwards, pleasure-loving women want—and get—just the right amount of gentle tickling from their men to giggle themselves into a horny frenzy. In these stories, they offer every inch of their sensitive flesh to the fingers—and feathers—that will softly titillate them into paradise. This is tickling with a light touch and a light heart, pure sexy fun from the first squeal of delight to the final crescendo of orgasmic laughter. A Touch of Tickle contains five previously published shorts, plus a deliciously ticklish excerpt from The Pleasure Dial: An Erotocomedic Novel of Old-Time Radio.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeremy Edwards
• Release date: Jan 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005920388

Jeremy Edwards

Described by the Erotica Readers & Writers Association as “one of the most original and amusing erotic authors around,” Jeremy Edwards (www.jeremyedwardserotica.com) is the author of some one hundred fifty erotic short stories and two erotocomedic novels, Rock My Socks Off and The Pleasure Dial (IPPY Bronze Medalist, 2014). His work has been published by Clean Sheets, Cleis Press, Coming Together, The Erotic Woman, Excessica, FeatherLit, Fishnet, Forum (UK), Go Deeper Press, HarperCollins UK, LadyLit, 1001 Nights Press, Oysters & Chocolate, Penguin, Racy Pages, Ruthie’s Club, Scarlet, Seal Press, Simon & Schuster, and Xcite Books, and in five volumes of The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica. Jeremy has been a featured reader at In the Flesh and Essensuality in New York, the Erotic Literary Salon in Philadelphia, and the Rochester Erotic Arts Festival.

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A Touch of Tickle: Sexy Tales of Gently Tickled Women

Jeremy Edwards

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Copyright 2018, 2022 Jeremy Edwards

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Table of Contents

Tickle Day

Do Friends Tickle?

Tickle Holes

Vi’s Tickle Vibe

The Tickle Checklist

The Missing Feather

About the Author

Tickle Day

Over breakfast, they had declared this a tickle day.

Steve liked to bestow tickles, and Cynthia liked to receive them. To be tickled.

Just hearing that phrase in her head now—be tickled—made Cynthia’s pussy tingle as she poured more water into the coffee machine. She could already feel hypothetical fingers rousing her pleasure points—she could close her eyes and see, stretching to the horizon, the prearranged, randomly spaced instants of teasy delight that would punctuate her day, each tickle a surprise that was, under the circumstances, really no surprise. But the magic of tickling was that it always felt like a surprise.

By evening, she knew her neural network would be a railway system of arousal, bustling everywhere with anticipation and need.

She refilled her coffee cup. She wanted her senses to be extra acute, and caffeine would sharpen her receptivity to every delectable moment. She—

"Eeee!"

There it was: the inaugural tickle. Steve had snuck up behind her while she was occupied with the coffee maker, and his forefinger had casually streaked a second and a half of magic under her pajama top, right under her ribcage.

She wiggled her ass against the front of his briefs while the echoes of the tickle rippled through her body. Her sex had gone instantly hot.

Steve slapped her butt, letting his hand linger for a quick squeeze, and then disappeared upstairs.

Cynthia’s ass ground little circles into the seat of her chair while she sipped the coffee. Her cunt muscles clenched rhythmically while she tried to focus on the budget she was drafting for her newest client. Staring at the legal pad, she had to admit at least half her brain was currently devoted to listening for Steve’s return.

He bounced down the stairs a few minutes later with his gym things, and Cynthia cheerfully braced herself when he stopped in the kitchen to kiss her goodbye. She set her pencil on the table as he approached; she was on full tickle alert. Like audience members hoping to get called onstage during a game show, each of her skin cells sizzled with the thrill of being a place where Steve’s tickle finger might land next.

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her...and, to her