Mech Touch Novels & Stories

He was listening to Kate talk about something that happened at school, nodding occasionally, the picture of parental attention. Carol's fingers slipped beneath the elastic of her panties. The first touch against her bare skin made her bite the inside of her cheek to keep from gasping. She was so wet, so ready, just from sitting next to him. Her fingers found her clit, already swollen and sensitive, and she began to rub in slow, careful circles.

Are they going to do it again? . . "Fuck," Matteo muttered softly as he removed the hook of her bra. And when it did, he just throw it away and immeditely grabbed her and give her a deep kiss. She moan when his bare top touch her naked body. Her hands could not help but touch his body. Matteo took and hold them with one hand and pinned them above her head. Matteo's lips travel down to her neck until he reach her right breast. She curved her body when she felt his tongue on her nipple giving her more bodily pleasure.

I cried out at the sudden intrusion and he crashed his lips against mine, trapping the sound in his mouth. “Hmm, so fucking wet for me”. He hummed against my lips, tightening his grip on my neck as he fucked me with his finger. I gripped the edge of the pool table using it as leverage as I rocked back against his finger. I lowered my gaze to where our bodies met and my lips trembled at the sight of his finger moving inside and outside of me. I was aware of him watching my every movement but I was too drunk with pleasure to care. His mouth fell on my breasts and I moaned when his lips latched on a nipple and sucked it into his mouth as he replaced a finger with two.

He proves to me that he can wait for us, that he loves me dearly. I was drowned in his touch and I won't be able to escape from his playful haptic, well, I don't want to escape either. THE END

"It's almost as if I'm connecting with a kindred mind instead of a soulless machine." He discarded the notion as soon as it popped up. Mechs couldn't think, let alone influence his thoughts. The spec sheet clearly stated the mech hosted no AIs in its memory banks. The neural interface also passed the MTA's stringent tests, so his observations were not clouded by contamination. Caruthers threw away all superfluous thoughts and finished up the booting process. He then took his mech out of the container. Each step thundered the ground, enough that Marcella found herself forced back. The mech turned around and took up the mace and shield hanging on a rack. The heavy tower shield felt solid to hi

He couldn't resist touching her, he found her skin so soft under his touch and traced lines on her waist. He could see her struggling to resist his touch but her body betrayed her, she found herself leaning back for him. His hand wandered up and down her back as she bit down on her lips so as not to remove any sound. She wanted to remain strong and remain in control. She couldn't let him know that she was affected by his touch but the more he gave his attention to her back alone, the more she yearned for him to touch her front too. She wanted his hands everywhere in her body driving her out of her senses.

I told him, keeping my head on his chest, still hugging him. He hugged me back, keeping both his hands on my back, rubbing it. It feels nice whenever he touches me. His touch soothes my heart. I don't know what to call this feeling, but I know I have started to like him. “Does it mean from now onwards, you are going to listen to everything I say?” His husky voice reached my ear and I looked up from his chest, our lips just an inch away.

Whispering in her ear, “I love how your little nips react to my touch. The are so hard and sensitive. Is your tight little core soaking for me?” Katia moaned quietly, “Nathan, please.” She was trying to stroke up down his erection with her backside. “Such a greedy little luna I have.” He said as he moved the washcloth down to clean the area between her legs. Katia leaned into his chest more pulling her knees up and spreading her legs more for him.

When his fingers dipped into my underwear, I grit my teeth. “You’re so wet, Nova,” he said softly, lips and nose pressed into my neck. Damian was the one touching me, but he sounded just as affected as I was. His finger slipped past my clit, finding my hole where he spread my arousal around. I peered down, seeing his tattooed hand disappearing into my lacy underwear. I smirked—I liked how that looked. The tip of his finger dipped into my hole, feeling me just for a second and I heard him groan.

I admitted quietly. He glanced at me. “Strange bad or strange good.” “Strange peaceful,” I said. “Like I am waiting for something to go wrong.” He reached out and brushed my arm with his fingers. “Nothing has to go wrong just because things are quiet.” “I am still learning that,” I said. He smiled softly. “Me too.” I reached for the soap and immediately dropped it. It hit the floor with a dull thud. “Wow,” he said. “Graceful.”