A Touch Of Cloth Novels & Stories

Mek POV 🇳🇬 I walked out of the company feeling like I was in a dream, or maybe a movie? Because I know for sure that these type of things usually happened in dramas. It was too scripted to be true. "Can I Touch you?" remembering the words Mr. Adonis had said after what made a shiver run through my spine. First off, I thought it was a trick question, you know? To know if I was attracted to the man in any way, so my answer on instinct was "No!"

The rocky walls looked old but magical, a decorative fountain near the door caught my attention. It was a freaking lava fountain! I got more and more terrified as I look around. I stood up and looked down when I felt something weird. "What the heck?!" I cussed when I realized that I don't wear the same clothes I had on, last night. I was wearing a long dress that reaches my ankles, its colors resemble that of a blazing fire. The straps of the dress were around my neck, I could even feel the bareness of my back. I was still busy cursing on Cool, thinking that he was the one who changed my clothes when I heard the door opened.

Zadkiro even called a doctor to look at me and now he's cleaning my wound. "You should always change this, it's not good if you're wound is soaked in blood," he said like a doctor reminding his patient. Using the wet cloth, he used it to gently clean the blood on my body. I guess he used hot water because it wasn't too cold and it feels good on the wound. It did not hurt, the warmth of the cloth was relaxing. I was quiet the whole time while watching him do his business. I was amazed how it didn't hurt me because every time I did it for myself, I'd take hours because it hurt oftentimes.

I continued to look for him when suddenly, I bumped into a drinks' server, causing my clothes to get spilled by those beverages, exposing my clevage and chest. "Ma'am, I'm s-sorry I didn't m-meant..." the server said nervously. "No, it's okay. I'm sorry too, it's my fault." I politely said. "Oh no! D-Don't touch me! I m-mean I can handle it by myself," I said when he tried to wipe my chest. I saw the second thought on his face but I hurried past it when I noticed that we were grabbing the attention of others.

She let the delicate chain drape through her fingers. "Can you handle this, Serenity? Let’s test it" Hannah cupped Serenity’s modest breasts and pinched her nipples. That beautiful, powerful body jerked beneath her touch. Mistress squeezed the small clamp open, hearing an audible gulp from the blonde. The temptation was too great, and instead of immediately using the implement, she bent her head to suck Serenity’s nipple into her mouth. She did not doubt that what she was doing affected the blonde by the way her hips bucked wildly.

The girl immediately gathers them while looking openly at him. Thomas being raised not to be ashamed of nudity stood still watching her taking in his profile. He knows he was physically strong. He feels her warm eyes enjoying the breach of his shoulders, caressing his chest covered in black chest hair. When her eyes finally rest on his penis both watch him rising in length and thickness.

she placed her palm on her chest as it thumped against her ribs as though It'll break out of the cage. "I hoped you would like it," Benson said, nervously ruffling his hands through his hair as he slightly bounced on his foot. He pocketed his hands and to a few steps away from the door and closed it behind him. "So… uh, do you like it?" "Are you kidding me? This is a sleeveless chapel designer evening gown with a thigh-high side slit and a lot of shiny…" her eyes bulged and her jaw sank. "What the…" her hands rose to cover her mouth as she stared at Benson.

I was so shocked that I grabbed my hand and shouted. "Don't touch me!" The maids quickly went to check us. "Ma'am, are you okay?" I breathe heavily. "W-water" I said. Someone handed me water and I saw It was him. I immediately took and drank it. "Are you okay, ma'am?" "I'm okay." Out of breath I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ---" "I still don't want to eat because I'm still full and I have to look at something now. So please, don't touch me"

he snorted in annoyance, his hand touching the sole of my foot, sending a jolt of amusement through me. "I said, I'm fine, silly." He remained silent as his eyes gazed at the soles of my feet, which were indeed fine. He was overreacting because he doesn't want his stuffed toys to have scars. It wouldn't be pretty anymore, would it? I had no doubt that he would send me for treatment to remove the wounds on my body just because he wanted a smooth woman he could touch every day.

I lifted the lid and gasped. The first thing I saw was fabric. A crimson satin, folded with careful precision, resting inside. Even untouched, it caught the light, it shimmered with a depth that felt deliberate. I reached out before I could stop myself, letting my fingers brush against it. It glided beneath my touch, cool and indulgent. This was the exact fabric I had in mind,not until Italy decided to let me down.