Forehead Touching Novels & Stories

"What are you doing, Theia?" "I will help relieve some of your tiredness," I whisper commencing to stroke his temples in a circular manner and my male's head once more collapses onto the sofa's head with a content groan. Setting the pads of my two fingers right by the bridge of his nose adding little pressure I slide them up to his brow bone and then over to the temples.

He did not know how but it was running through his body. He did not touch her for a moment. He just pulled his hand back and sat on the chair which was resting near the bed. His palm raised automatically to caress back some of her hair which was trying to curtain her forehead. He did it carefully, not wishing to hurt her forehead, knowing even realising that a small touch could not be even felt by her.

Unanswered questions that leave my mind excited. I offer to give him a forehead massage. The same kind my mother used to give me and my sister, which helped us sleep. I don't even know why I did that. Touching him might be worse. I think I'm losing my mind! I’m playing with fire! Or maybe he'll actually fall asleep because he doesn't want anything to do with me. I'm not his type. He sees me as a friend, or maybe an employee.

He exclaimed, and everyone laughed, much to his annoyance. I turned my whole body to his side. His head was already facing my direction. "Ah, probably because of your creased forehead." I raised my palm to his forehead and brushed it softly, and I was surprised by the static that traveled from my palm when touching him, but it felt good. "There, better!" And then I placed my hands on his cheek and tugged the corner of his lips upward with my thumbs, forcing him to smile. "And this should be upward. Smile!"

I put my forehead on hers so that I could communicate with her. But I wished that I hadn’t done it as soon as my forehead touched hers.

He caressed my hairs and cheeks before kissing my forehead. I wondered if kissing forehead was some habit of these people and smiled in my haze. He let me hold him to sleep and even kissed my forehead. Was it really just friendship or was it more? The questions flashed and lost in my head. It was not a matter of thinking anyways, what will finding answers would do? I let myself fall deeper in sleep with a calm mind and easeful sleep. The pain in my neck finally eased a little because of his constant massaging of my hair but that might just be my delusion from sleep.

I tilt my head in confusion. He reaches across the table and lightly cups my face. I just sit in quiet surprise. Using his thumbs, he gently kneads my forehead. He was right, my face was scrunched up. I feel the muscles above my eyes relax and pull back to normal. I close my eyes. It's so soothing, the way he touches and rubs my face. I want him to do this all the time, and not just on my face. Some other places that we can get excited when he does, and where it'll make me moan and-

I could feel sweat cooling on my skin, his chest rising and falling against mine. After a few seconds, he lifted his head and pressed his forehead to mine. Our eyes met briefly, and I managed a shaky, blissed out smile. “Fuck…”

She repeated apologetically with a worried face. Adam found it cute, he chuckled, nodded, and folded over, bracing his forearms on either side of her head. He cupped her scalp in his hands and pressed his forehead against hers. It was damp and sticky with a thin layer of sweat. She closed her eyes again and he gave her a soft, comforting kiss.

He faced me, and his eyes looked so deep it crept me out. “Maybe I should kiss you first before I untie you. You won’t let me do that once your hands are free, will you?” He said, raising his eyebrow. To my surprise, I smacked his forehead with mine. I felt like I had just hit a stone. The hard blow on my head made me dizzy. I shut my eyes in pain. Shortly, I felt his warm hands on my forehead, and the pain was gone instantly! I opened my eyes, amazed at what had just taken place. I caught him smiling—a smile that would make me think he was a normal human being.