Katya was ticklish, so ticklish it was like every nerve in her body was screaming before her mouth even caught up. It was the kind of ticklishness that doesn’t ask permission, that grabs hold and drags her under, whether she likes it or not. No holding back, no putting up walls; Katya was bare, vulnerable and laughing like it was her only option left.

Katya was ticklish, so ticklish it was like every nerve in her body was screaming before her mouth even caught up. It was the kind of ticklishness that doesn’t ask permission, that grabs hold and drags her under, whether she likes it or not. No holding back, no putting up walls; Katya was bare, vulnerable and laughing like it was her only option left.