Forbidden Touch Novels & Stories

"We're both terrible at this, apparently." "Terrible at what." "Pretending we don't care." A pause, something softer now. "I don't want to pretend anymore. I just don't know what the honest version looks like yet, without rules telling us what we're allowed to feel about it." I thought about the ugly hum still sitting under my ribs from one photo of a stranger's arm around her shoulders, about Vanessa's hand briefly on my sleeve at that charity dinner that had meant absolutely nothing and apparently looked like everything in a photograph. "Maybe the honest version is just telling each other when it happens. Not performing indifference. Just — saying it."

I pa‍used f​o‍r a second, letting the⁠ memory‍ of it wash back over me, warm and dizz​ying all over again. “He didn’t tou‌ch me fully because I t‍old h​im I’ve never done it‍ b​efor‍e, and he p⁠r​omised t⁠o ma​ke‌ this right⁠ before he could t​ouch me.”

Forbidden Fantasies

I threw my head backwards as my sweat stick some part of my hair to my face “Please” spank “What” spank “Please, please touch me” His freedom my hand and suddenly wrapped his hand around my throat, turning my head to stare at him backwards, “Are you going to allow another man to touch you again?” “No, no, no I promise” “Good girl, not even yourself, you're not allowed to do so, only me has the right to touch this body cause you know why…..you belong to me”

“While we’re filming those love scenes today. Think about my hands instead of the script, think about my mouth on your neck, my fingers sliding under that dress.” Izzy set her bag down, breathing faster. “This is wrong, I’m married. I shouldn’t even be listening to you.” Vic closed the trailer door behind them. “Then tell me to stop. Look me in the eyes and say you don’t want me to touch you.” Izzy met her gaze, lips trembling. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Vic stepped closer, voice soft but commanding. “That’s what I thought. Your body is betraying you, beautiful. Your nipples are hard, I can see them through your dress.”

I stood there awkwardly near the doorway, completely unsure how to draw his attention toward me properly. I remember I was told to initiate to show willingness and if he doesn’t like me, I could get a strike. 3 strike and I am out and would be needing to refund the eighty grand, I can’t do that when spending it was worth it. So, a crazy Idea pop in, I pick a grape in my mouth and gently remove his newspaper, his eyes found mine as I sat on his lap, I place it at the tip, watching him slowly want to take it.

There was something dangerous about the way he carried himself, reckless and unbothered, like rules were more of a suggestion than anything he actually followed. "I guess not," Kyle said, clearing his throat, trying to sound far more casual than he felt. Silas crossed the room, hand extended like this was a completely normal introduction and not one happening while Kyle stood there in nothing but a towel. "Silas Cross." Kyle hesitated for half a second before taking his hand, and the second their palms touched, something electric shot straight up his arm, catching him completely off guard. Silas's grip lingered a beat too long, his thumb brushing lightly against the back of Kyle's hand befor

“Then stop saying to my face.” “I want you so badly, but I can’t touch you. You made it clear that no sex—no intimacies. And if I touch you right now, I’m sure I can never control myself. You’re killing me, you know. I always get what I want, and now God is punishing me. You’re a forbidden fruit that I would never be going to have.” “I’m turned on too.” I stiffen. Oh, my god. Did I just admit it? I swear my mouth can’t just shut it. I bury my face in my hands, and I’m sure I’m red as a tomato.

Madonna chuckled "Now, I only think of his hands over me, he promised to touch me in places too sinful for confession. By the time he made the promise, he didn't need them because he has already touched those places. Father, is it a sin, that I love this man's touch, craves it, even on this holy ground." The priest swallowed as he didn't know what best to know. This wasn't a confession that would be counted as a sin. She was married and under the law of matrimony, touching your wife is not a sin.

"No. That's not what I meant by I shouldn't have touched you," Frowning, I say. "Then what did you mean?" He steps closer and leans over me. "You're the forbidden fruit; I'm not supposed to touch," He whispers, his breath hot on my skin shivers danced down my spine. "But you taste so damn good," He adds. "So do you," I tell him. He chuckles. "Do you want to feed?" I shake my head. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you," He shakes his head. "You won't,"