A Touch Of Cloth Novels & Stories

He takes the plate, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, “We’ll see.” We sit at the table, and for a few blissful seconds, there’s only the sound of forks scraping against plates. But of course, I can’t leave well enough alone. “So,” I say between bites, “about this no touching rule…” He groans. “Not this again.” “I’m just saying—it’s a little dramatic, don’t you think? We’re adults. We can survive the occasional accidental brush of the arm.” “It’s not dramatic,” he says flatly. “It’s simple. No touching means no lines get crossed.”

“I am going to show you a different kind of bath tonight, my sweet mate.” Once Katia had stripped out her clothing, Nathan was already naked, and he helped her climb into the tub. Climbing behind her he sat and then pulled her down in front of him. Leaning her back against his chest, he picked up the washcloth and started washing her body. He was wiping in slow gentle strokes up and down her arms, sides, and torso. When he would wipe over her breast he would stop and give them nipples a pinch and then rub around them lazily. Whispering in her ear, “I love how your little nips react to my touch. The are so hard and sensitive. Is your tight little core soaking for me?”

She walks to the end and a long rack of cream, sheer, loose tank tops all hang in neat rows. Unable to help myself, I reach up and touch the fabric.

The doctor's voice was trembling. In the end, the doctor removed fourteen pieces of glass, of various sizes, from Leo's hand. "The patient's nerves are severely damaged. The tendons are torn. He needs microsurgery immediately!" Looking at the bloody fragments, my rage exploded. My gaze fell on the trembling Nico. Isabella, despite having one arm dislocated, was still screaming hysterically. "Damn you, Arabella! You dare touch my son, I'll kill you!" I gave a slight gesture with my hand.

I closed my eyes once more when he turned around, not sure why I was pretending to be asleep now. “I’m sorry, Ry, you need to wake up,” Aiden said and shook me a little. “Why?” He lifted a change of clothes. “I don’t want you wearing that anymore.” I picked at my shirt. “What, why not?” It wasn’t uncomfortable for me to sleep in jeans. “I want to burn any fabric he touched,” he said in a serious and dark tone. I understood then why he wanted me out of these clothes and tried to hide my smile, extremely touched. I grabbed the change of clothes and went into the bathroom to change, expecting him to be either gone or getting ready to leave when I got out.

The texture of the fabric rubbed against my sensitive opening and swollen clit, making me moan and cry out at the exquisite pleasure. --To be continued…

Gu Chu seemed to have expected Samuel to have such a question, and he gestured with his eyes to allow Samuel to touch it. Samuel walked to the tent in a few steps and touched it with his hand. As soon as he touched it, he felt something slippery. This fabric was not ordinary at all. It was similar to plastic cloth, but it was completely woven from cloth. Samuel noticed that because of the high temperature in the room, water drops were inevitable in the tent. However, there was not a single drop of water on the cloth, not even a trace of water stains. This showed that the cloth was really smoother than plastic, so that even the water droplets could not touch it at all.

"In ten days, there won't be a single inch of your skin that doesn't know my touch." The boutique owner scurried back into the room, holding a gown made of midnight-black lace that shimmered like a starless sky. Rowan stepped back abruptly, the sudden loss of his heat leaving me shivering in the cold air of the room. He gave the dress a single, approving nod.

Could it have come from the children's clothing? The guard plucked the cloth from the bush and examined it closely. It was a faded, blue-green color, and it felt like silk. It was so fine and delicate that it must have been very expensive. But where had it come from? They scanned the area for any other clues, but they found nothing

A massive shadow enveloped both woman and mirror. His hand lifted. Trembling. Those hands had carried heavy weapons. Broken bones. Taken lives. Yet touching a piece of fabric seemed infinitely harder. Carefully, he lifted the gown. Avoiding her exposed skin entirely. The dress slid over her shoulders. The zipper rested along the center of her back. His finger touched the cool metal pull. Slowly. Painfully slowly. He guided it upward. The gown fit perfectly. Too perfectly. As the zipper climbed, his rough fingertips brushed the smooth skin over her spine.