Too Ticklish To Hold On

Description: Daniela fought like hell to keep it together. one arm across her chest, the other gripping her wrist, holding herself like a lifeline. she wasn’t ready to break. not yet. but her body had other plans. the tickling was everywhere, soles, ribs, stomach, underarms, a full-scale tickle attack that made her gasp, squeal, and bite back the laughter that was coming whether she liked it or not. then, it happened. her grip slipped. her hands flew to defend the spots that couldn’t be defended, and just like that, she was done for. laughter came pouring out, unfiltered, unstoppable, leaving her bare and vulnerable, and even more ticklish.