I Love Touching Myself Novels & Stories

Impatiently, I sneak my hand between my legs, grateful that our seat is secluded and away from many people. The people at the table are all busy drinking and talking with each other. No one will know if I just…just touch myself a little bit. I put my hand in and rub over my pussy lips in slow circle, I'm wet enough to not need anything else but I pull it out to lick on my fingers. I moan at my own taste. Jesus. I can't believe this pussy doesn't get eaten daily. I can't believe Kyle can look away from me when I need him.

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"

Kai pressed my own finger just inside my slit, gently running it up and down the wet warmth. "Do you like touching yourself, baby?"

They're both equally hateable. But I can't deny it, this weird shit is doing it for me. I want to cum, more than ever. I don't think I've ever been this horny and I really like the way it feels. So I grab his hand with both of mine. He's so big. "I've never done this," I admit, he looks at me as if confused, "Touching myself. With or without a man's hand." "Hm," he lets out with a satisfied nod, "Go ahead then. You clearly need it."

I step into the shower and turn the knob until the water scalds. It hurts. It feels good. It feels like penance. The heat cascades over my skin, turning it pink. I scrub my arms, my chest, my thighs and everything. My fingers trembled as they slide between my legs and I flinch from memory. Because his mouth was there. His tongue and hands. He made me feel like heaven. I close my eyes. And then I do something I’ve never done before. Something wild and reckless and mine. I touch myself.

I'm not sure I know how it's supposed to be done. I've read somewhere that i'm supposed to touch myself. Reluctantly, My hands slipped into my pants and i rubbed myself over my underwear. With one hand in my pants, the other reaches for my chest. I massaged the two mounds and played with my nipple. "Mmhh... what am I doing?" I get embarrassed by the fact that i enjoy this. I take my hands back not sure how to move forward with this. I hug my pillow and try not to think about Luke. But i cross my thighs and i imagine Luke was on top of me.

I asked him, my voice hoarse. “I want you to get naked for me.” I didn’t waste time taking off my shirt and my breasts became free. “Now, touch yourself.” I had never touched myself in front of anyone, more so through a phone, but I found my hand caressing my breast and squeezing harshly, imagining that it was Damon’s hands on my body and not mine. With my head thrown back, my right hand dipped down my body and two fingers spread my pussylips apart. They were glistening with my arousal and I heard the dirty sound of my pussy as I rubbed my fingers up and down my slit, spreading my wetness.

⚠Mildly steamy content⚠ A thought popped into my head and I look towards the door and I make sure Mason isn't in the room. I lay flat in the tub and my hands travel down my body. My fingers move just under the hem of my panties and start making slow circles on my clitoris. As I start moving them faster I can feel the pleasure but it's not what I want. Next I do the unthinkable. "Mason!" I scream for him and keep rubbing myself. I just need to be touched. "Baby,it's okay. Just breath for me and I wi-oh my fuck." He says cutting himself off as he sees me touching myself.

[heavy breathing] I touch myself thinking about you. All the time. Like, embarrassing amounts. I have this vibrator - it's purple, it's really good - and I fuck myself with it and I pretend it's you. I pretend you're on top of me, holding me down, telling me I'm your good girl... [moan] God, I want you to call me that. Your good girl. Or your dirty girl. Or your little slut. I don't care. I just want you to call me YOURS.

I couldn't help the sigh of relief for my tender backside. In just two days, I was falling for a dragon, no longer thinking of him as my enemy. I soaped my hands and ran my fingers over my breasts. It felt good. I pinched my nipples slightly and heat rushed between my legs. I forced my mind off the red eyes and scales, picturing my dream man inside the steamy room. One of my hands smoothed down my belly and found that forbidden place between my legs. I'd never touched myself there. As a claiming bride, touching oneself was prohibited. I wasn't sure of the rules now, but refused to feel guilty, because it felt so damn good.