Bagian Wanita Yang Ingin Disentuh Novels & Stories

He wanted her to ask questions or just say something. “Yes.” She nodded. “Is this too much for you?” He questioned, needing to be sure everything was alright. “N-no.” She shook her head. “I’ll go on, then.” “Masturbation is a very broad topic that’ll take a very long time to completely cover, but today, we’ll focus mainly on masturbation for females. A woman can masturbate via vaginal stimulation, clitoral stimulation or simply stimulating her erogenous zones. These are areas that are highly sensitive to touch. Zoey, can you tell me your erogenous zones?” He asked her, and it was visible that the question took her aback.

My curiosity is caught, and I make my way over to the table. I stare at the objects with wonder, trailing my finger over the largest whip. Have they ever actually used these on women before? And if so, what was it like? Was it painful? Or pleasurable? Or both. My eyes fall on one of the vibrators, and I bite my bottom lip. I have always wanted to get one, and I have always wanted to know what it is like to use one. My hand reaches out for it, but before my fingers can make contact with it, a loud growl bounces off the walls.

Gently with a feather touch, torturously slow in moving towards the middle of her thighs, I inserted a finger into her. She whimpered and said something incoherent, aware that the wrong word could earn her a spank. Good, she was learning... "I want to touch you," she whispered between sobs. "Will you take the cuffs off so I can—" "Nah, doll. That isn't happening." I know exactly what is going on. This is not the first time I've seen this happen. You see, women have very sensitive bodies when aroused. And for someone who is restrained, who has little or no access to grab onto something as the pleasure vibrates through her, they have no other option but to beg, most times, using touch as an ex

When I overheard the woman in the seat next to me squealing with delight, I was taken aback and startled "Oh my gosh, take a good look at those incredible breasts you have there. They look so lovely and spherical, like little balls of perfection. I'm willing to put money on the fact that she has wonderful nipples as well. It is imperative that I get my paws on at least some of those adorable kittens. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to touch her." "No! There is to be no touching under any circumstances, "I commanded in a tone that suggested authority. As a third person entered the room, he grabbed hold of her right leg and pulled her toward him. "I beg you, sweetie, to put as much dist

"What's that the length of your little buddy's cock when you turned him on?" I look at the screen at a big red x that is marked for me. "His name is Andy." I snap. He presses the button, and a question pops up on the screen for him. What are the sensitive parts in a woman's body to turn her on? "Won't you help me, Lily?" Luca sneers at me and leans closer. My breath caught in my throat. All of a sudden, my fingers laying on my lap seem awkward. I push them to my side.

"Gentlemen slowly lift your left hand until it touches the woman standing in front of you. When you touch her, limit your touch to your fingertips. Using the fingertips of your left hand explore her body from the neck down to the knees, without touching her genital area. Ladies, please stand as still as you can."

"Do you mind if I show you how I like to...uh...masturbate? If you watch close, you'll see where your tongue should go...and maybe your fingers too." I nodded fast, but my eyes didn't move from my mother's pussy. As I watched she moved her fingers slowly down to her labia, touching them with familiar movements. I saw her close her eyes as she worked her way up to the top of her sex. "This is the clitoris. Your father was never really able to find it. Different women need different kinds of touching and licking and...fucking...to come. For me, touching the clitoris too hard is overwhelming, but I don't come without something stimulating it. That something could be your finger, your tongue, pr

“I don’t think this is a good idea. We’re out in the open, and there are people everywhere and …” Her fingers slid to the front of my dress and slipped under it, softly trailing up the insides of my thigh and touching my wet pussy. “I can’t stop. Sir ordered me to touch you here,” she said, as if touching someone in a room full of people was completely normal. “Besides, you’ll enjoy this.” Aiden told her to touch me? He wanted this woman to touch me? Was he watching from somewhere, hidden among all these people? “But … but won’t we get kicked out?” I asked, grasping her wrist and pushing my knees together.

“Natural. Perfect handfuls.” I blush furiously. “I… um…” Vanessa chuckles. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart. We’re all women here. No need to hide how your body reacts.” She reaches out and traces one fingernail lightly around my left nipple through the fabric. Just once. A slow circle that makes me gasp. Heat floods my face and my cunt. This is wrong. So fucking wrong. I’m a married woman. These are strangers. But I don’t move away. My back arches slightly, chasing the touch.

"Just relax. I've got you." Her teeth grazed my skin, and I shuddered. "The first thing you need to know," she whispered against my ear, "is that women respond to touch differently than men. We're slower… more patient. We need to be warmed up." Her hand slid higher, fingers tracing circles on my inner thigh. Her body pressed more into mine, her breast colliding against mine. The softness made me swallow, clenching my thighs yet again. "I'm going to touch you now," she murmured. "And I want you to tell me what feels good. Can you do that?"