A Little Less Conversation A Little More Touch My Body Novels & Stories

I watch as he strolls over to me with his long strong legs and my body screams out for him to touch me. For some reason whenever I get stressed, my body screams out touch me when he is near. To me, it's akin to when you see fire and you automatically flinch. So when he walks over somewhat casually, my body vibrates for him. Yes, I said vibrates. "Can you get me the tape over there?" I say as I point over to the table by the door while holding up one of the model's breasts.

she breathed, her voice husky from the booze. “Me neither.” My pulse raced as her fingers traced up my bicep. This was a dangerous territory. “Just… touch me a little,” she whispered, rolling closer. “No big deal.” I swallowed hard, my body responding instantly. I reached out, palm sliding, arching into it. “Yeah, like that.”

I cringed. "What's that look?" "What?" "That one." He touched my face with his fingers. I flinched at the contact and retreated deeper against the sofa cushions, "You can't just go around touching people and things." "Yes, I can." He touched me again. "See? It's really easy." "You're exhausting." "I've been told worse." I shifted away from his massive presence, "You said you were desperate, so how is this conversation supposed to help?" "It's making me feel better."

I wanted to touch him, I wanted to run my fingers and hands all down his body and hear him moan out my name. I resited the urge to stomp my foot like a four year old. He stopped after a while, and just le tthe scrubby drop to the bathtub water with a splat! "Can you do my hair babe?" he asked suddenly, and I nodded, a new smile on my face, and a blush to my cheeks as I noticed how hard he was. He knelt down, and I did so also, but he moved away so that we weren't skin to skin contact. I

A smile appeared on her lips, and I cleared my throat when she noticed I was checking her out. "You can touch it. I'll tell the story after you are satisfied." She said, still smiling. When I didn't move, she took the initiative. She moved closer to me and touched my face. The current that I felt in my body before when our skin touched now is double, and it feels like my whole body tingle with that simple touch. She placed her other hand on my cheek, and I quickly covered her hand with mine. I closed my eyes tightly. Her touched cause my body to shiver.

Her breath catches, soft and involuntary, and I feel the reaction ripple through her entire body. I lean closer, my chest brushing her back, my presence enclosing rather than crowding. “This,” I say quietly, my voice near her ear, “is not about taking. It’s about claiming space. About letting your body understand where it belongs before your mind tries to argue with it.” My hand moves once more over her waist, then up again, broad and steady, possessive without urgency. She trembles beneath the touch, but she doesn’t pull away, doesn’t speak, doesn’t break the stillness I demanded.

His eyes widen in shock, “here are the rules. No touching. No talking. Just watch and try to enjoy the show.” Closing my eyes, I let the robe float to the floor, and it pools around my feet. I start to sway my body, using the beat of my pounding heart as a rhythm keeper, gliding my hands over every dip and curve of my body. Over my swelling breasts, my wide hips, my stomach, and brazenly across the scar that marks my body. Desire licks my skin as I begin to imagine my hands being his, and it tastes filthy rich as I picture him touching, kissing and groping every inch of me, setting my sex ablaze.

Slowly, I set down the mortar and moved closer, my movements slow and deliberate. "May I touch you?" I asked. He blinked, clearly startled by the question. "What?" "Physical contact can help ground you," I explained. "It reminds your body that you're here, in this room, not back on the battlefield. But I won't touch you without your permission." He stared at me for a long moment. Then, slowly, he nodded. I reached out and placed my hand on his shoulder. He flinched at first, his body tensing beneath my touch. But I didn't pull away. I just held still, letting him adjust.

If not that I caught myself early, I would have jerked back. The effect of that single touch didn’t stop there. Goose pimples rippled down my body straight to the middle of my legs, where it began throbbing in a dull lazy rhythm. My face heated up. I was freaking turned on by a mere touch from this man. A mere touch! I must be going crazy. My body was reacting weirdly and I didn't know why. I should be repulsed by him. After checking my heartbeat, he placed his fingers on my lower eyelid and drew it down. He did the same to the other eye.

"It's a figure of speech. When you touch me this way, it feels like the most incredible thing on this planet but it leads to other amazing things and now is not the time." "What if I want it to be the time?" "I am most definitely not going to survive this." Gently, he unlocked her fingers and moved her hands to his chest. "Your body was made to receive mine." His hand trailed down past her breasts and traveled to the soft down between her legs. This is where my body wants to be. It's a special place and only for me." His finger gently entered the soft moist opening waiting for his touch. Her eyes grew large and he could feel, more than hear, the growl coming from within her. It reverberated