Everytime We Touch Novels & Stories

The touch sends a sparks through me that makes my knees weak. “Careful, Maya… you don’t know what you’re starting.”

Not even really caring what we watched. After he put in the movie, he joined me on the blankets, sitting right next to me. The jolt of pleasure that rushed through me when our knees touched, gave me pause. I still didn’t understand why every time we touched, there was like an electrical current that flowed through me. I’ve touched others and never felt anything like that.

“I should have stopped you from going outside with Joshua in the first place. I let my ego get in the way.” I put my hand on his arm and felt that familiar electrical spark. “Why does that happen whenever we touch?” I asked. “What, my sweet?” he asked. “You don’t feel it?” I asked with surprise. “I need to know what you’re talking about before I can say,” he chuckled. “Do you mean our connection? Yes, I feel that.” “You call it a connection?” I giggled. “It’s a real rush, isn’t it?” he asked.

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"

I feel a surge of comfort and security like I've been enveloped in a warm embrace. I lean into his touch, craving more of the connection that sparks between us. His hand lingers, a gentle pressure on my skin as if he's anchoring me to the present moment. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of us suspended in a bubble of intimacy. The touch is fleeting, yet its impact resonates deep within me.

Well, if it is, then too damn bad because I'm not turning him down. "Sure." Shaun holds his hand out to help me down, and I want to swat it away, but I don't. I want to see if those little tingles are there again. When we touch, they're even stronger. I don't let go of his hand right away, even when I'm standing. "While we're eating, can you explain what causes that funny feeling when we touch? Or is it some FBI trick?" Shaun smiles and rubs his thumb over the back of my hand, making my whole body respond. No one has ever made me feel like this.

Richard said. I paused for a moment, allowing myself to fully absorb the question. The intensity of his touch has awakened a multitude of emotions within me. I take a deep breath, searching for the right words to convey my feelings. "When you touch me like this," I begin, "I feel an overwhelming sense of comfort and security. It's as if all my worries and fears melt away, leaving only a profound sense of connection and affection."

anyone else. "We still can" "I know, but I don't think we should.... at least not touch each other...no matter how much we want to it would be...wrong." Under the robe, my hand grasped my hard dick and gingerly touched the dripping head. "I've got to admit I'm still very aroused," I said, "Me too, but we shouldn't be touching each other like we were. Is your cock as hard as it was when I touched you?" "Yes, is your pussy still as slippery as it was?

I ask extremely curious now. "I have no idea about how our weights differ. I just have the trouble of sometimes forgetting how innocent you are because of how relaxed I am with you." He clears his throat as he moves a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. His fingers play with end as he looks into my eyes. "I didn't ask you to move because I thought you were heavy. My body seems to have a reaction every time we touch, and I didn't want to make you uncomfortable" he says gently.

Ever since that first night in his home as he cooked for me, as we talked about everything and nothing, and played house … that night changed something. Something that will never change between us. I don't know if I want it to change. “Are you feeling better?” he finally asks, turning around with a glass of water in hand. I nod. “I took a long shower, so that helped.” We both freeze when our fingers touch as he hands me the glass. My eyes are on where we are touching. It feels like an electrical spark shot through me in the first few seconds, and that buzz is still lingering the longer we touch.