Piease Touch Me Novels & Stories

Obsession. I finally get dressed. The rough cotton of my jeans rubs against the pastel marks on my stomach. The sensation is strange, a constant reminder, a friction between the ordinary world and the exception of this night. I put on a black t-shirt. The traces on my arms disappear, but I feel them under the fabric. Like a secret tattoo. I take out my phone. I scroll through my contacts, stop at the name: Clara. The image comes back to me: a woman with short hair, eyes too large, sawing her bow across the strings as if she wanted to extract not sound, but marrow. I dial the number.

"Tip menu is up, loves. Let's see how fast we can make Kitten purr.” I am halfway through reading out a tip note when my phone buzzes on the desk beside me. I glance down out of habit. The notification is from my GirlGoneWild private messaging app, not the main stream chat. The name at the top makes my stomach twist. kittentamer. This asshole again? I force my smile to stay in place for the camera. "Thank you so much for the hundred roses, baby," I say to the donor on screen, voice still light and sweet.

I went back to Instagram and saw that I had a new request from an account named "Nick" It was obviously Nicholas. Once I'd accepted his request, he sent another message soon after. "Tomorrow, 1:00 pm at the college clinic."

I placed a finger on her lips, "don't make a sound, don't...scream." I pinned her hands above her head, thrusting in. Cole groaned as I went deep. "What's this? Honey?" He asked but I was too lost to reply him, not this time, not when all I was chasing was my release. "You're so tight, Nyra." I gripped her waist, forcing my body flush against hers. My hands found her right nipple, tickling it as I caressed her other boob, kneading it. "You're too fast." She cried, gripping my arm.

He was staring at his phone, motionless in a sea of dancing bodies and completely unaware of anything except the blank screen in front of him. It seemed like an eternity before an email notification pinged up on his screen, his heart lurching and his stomach dropping with fear, with trembling hands he hit the screen and opened the email. Emma Anderson has gifted you an iTunes song. Emma Anderson has sent you—Paloma Faith—‘Only Love Can Hurt Like This’.

A blind woman’s ritual, one I’ve perfected. And there. My fingers brush cool plastic, smooth and familiar. My phone. It’s custom-made, flat, with a raised circular pad at the center. Just one number stored. One contact it can call. Tap twice, and the signal connects. No need for screens, no need for swipes. Just intent. Tap. Tap. There was a breath. Then the voice I’ve been waiting for. “Yes, ma’am,” Charles answers, crisp and obedient as always. “Get ready,” I say in a whisper. “Everything has to be as planned. It’s time.” “Yes, ma’am.”

“Plеаѕе, touch mе please…” I muѕt have ѕаіd the magic words bесаuѕе bеfоrе I know it, hе’ѕ thumbіng mу nіррlеѕ, squeezing and rubbing аn еxԛuіѕіtе tunе оf torture. I lоvе thе еѕсаре his hаndѕ offers me.

I asked, glancing at Leo, and he nodded for me to take it anyway. On the screen, APHROXIS lit up with an arrow flashing beneath it. TAP TO RECEIVE ORDER “What is it?” Leo asked impatiently. “Well, looks like we still have to play the game during our date,” I chuckled, tapping RECEIVE ORDER. The tablet chimed. [SYSTEM] — Welcome, players, to APHROXIS Exclusive Edition. The words typed out slowly. [SYSTEM] — Congratulations. You have received a special voucher to get a third companion.

I grip and tap in Trinity’s new number, sending her a message. Then…with one…two…three…four…. I wait. I need not have to wait that long for her to send me a response. I take my phone and gently push it over to the other corner of the big lack lounge table. Ya…just as I thought.

“Eat. Now.” I picked one up and took a bite just to shut her up. It was actually good. Greasy and spicy and perfect. My phone was on the coffee table, face down, buzzing every few seconds. I hadn’t looked at it since the Uber. Mia eyed it. “Want me to turn it off?” “No. Yes. I don’t know.” Zoe snatched it before I could decide, held it up to my face to unlock, then started swiping. “Let’s see what fresh hell awaits.”