Ais Touchstarved Novels & Stories

No matter how much Calliope Tucker begged, they just kept beating her, even cursing her. - This filthy woman, how many times have you begged us? If you don't pay tomorrow, I'll sell your kidney. As he spoke, he grabbed her hair and pulled it hard, forcing the opponent to kneel at his feet. Calliope Tucker was forced, she was very afraid of pain but her body was full of wounds, if she had another kidney operation, she would not be able to stand it. So, no matter what, she has to find that money to pay off the debt.

Her body jerks, breath catching, nerves singing. I drop the crop. Slide a blindfold over her eyes. Now she can’t see me. Only feel me. Hear me. Smell me. “You’ve been touch-starved, haven’t you?” I murmur into her ear. “Three days. No stimulation. Nothing but the voices we chose to let you hear. Gentle hands. Cruel ones. Never enough to push you over the edge.” I draw a feather-light line from her navel to her pussy—then stop just short of touching her.

Isabella dug her nails into my skin, the creaking filling the car and drowning out the outside world. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her chest rising and falling in quick succession, her full breasts brushing against my shirt with the temptation of a soft-core show. I noticed her size was exactly what I expected and how easy it was to conquer her. Owning her. Once and for all. But my brain realized that she was the friend of my enemy... the forbidden one, and the one not to be touched. Touched. I had touched her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and carried her out of Beau Maxwell's club. The vibrations had already coated the underside of my skin and gathered in my core to form a dema

Maybe I should start looking for a better job. I took a sigh to calm down my negative thoughts and was about to serve myself a little more of the spaghetti but Uncle Hunter and I ended up touching the serving spoon together so I quickly retrieved my hand. Even his slight touch evokes something inside me that I can't pinpoint but from now onwards, I will stay away as much as possible from him. I started fiddling with my spoon when he served me more spaghetti which I didn't expect ever. I looked at him with my mouth open slightly but he just gave me another long stare while eating his food.

I might die without it. "Do I get a cheat day?" I close the folder and set it down. I can't look at it anymore. I might cry. "No." Debs barks. "Yes, you get a cheat day." Cate objects. "If anything your underweight." "Alright, I'm going to take a piss while you do some stretches." Debs smacks my ass and heads to the one stall not filled with jock straps. She's an odd one, there's something about her I can't place.

Starved Passion::: His finger moved higher across the bare skin between her shoulder making her flesh tingle. she wanted more and unconsciously moved closer tightening her arms around him with her breast pressing on his chest. Davin bit down on his tongue to suppressed the groan threatening to escape from his mouth, he could no longer bear it anymore, he needs to kiss her, his lip found its way to her neck, giving it feather, ..he drew nearer to her mouth slowly, reading to cover her inviting lip with his, the music came to an end.

Radhika Throughout my body, I am numb, my throat has been dried up, and my stomach is growling for food. The tears rolling down my eyes reached the floor beneath me. I wept them, sensing the tips of my fingers had grown insensible too. I had nothing on me other than the deadly marks of cuts, belts hit, and torn clothes were barely covering me. I was crying so badly that my breath stopped for a few moments, and all I wished for was for death to consume me.

Gulp! Feeling Aurora’s cold stare, Watson’s heart raced. He could not help but swallow a big gulp of saliva as he felt nervous. Aurora was right; the Tucker Cult was nothing in the World Universe community. He was asking for trouble to upset people like Aurora. However, as he thought of the support he had, Watson became arrogant again. At that moment, Aurora already felt annoyed as she rushed him. “Bring the antidote now!” “Ha-ha.”

“But just know this is all you’re getting for a few days. I have a business trip.” He watched as she slowly crawled towards the bowl, shaking with each movement. Hanging her head low, her dry and matted hair hanging around her hollow face. Most of it had fallen out from malnutrition, but what she did have was a single, giant, tangle that could never be undone. As she reached the bowl, she sat down and looked at the man.