Platonic Cuddling Novels & Stories

"I want to cuddle with you," Ryle's small voice filled the room, tugging at Isabella's heartstrings as she settled herself comfortably on the plush recliner. Her eyes softened with affection as she looked at him, understanding his need for closeness and comfort. "Awe, baby, come here," Isabella responded with a gentle smile, opening her arms to welcome Ryle into her embrace. He eagerly climbed onto her lap, finding a cozy spot where he leaned against her shoulder. They both faced the screen, fully engrossed in the movie that played before them.

We ride out our climax, and she collapses on top of me. We need showers but don't care right now. Our scent mixed together is everything. It feels like home, and holding her is more important to me. I gather her hair, move it to the side and start stroking her back with my fingertips. Never done this before, cuddled with someone after sex. Honestly only person I've cuddled with is Emerald, even as friends. She would come to my room during her nightmares, and I'd hold her. Or if we were hanging out with our friends. Or alone, my head was on her lap or the other way around. Her legs would be on top of mine, something for us to be touching. I never noticed that before. It wasn't until Wes point

, he forces out. He is tense, so am I. So I am cuddling again. For two continuous nights we are cuddling. “Is it okay if I put my arm around you?” I whisper. He nods and exhales shakily. And so I drape my arm around him, patting his upper back twice before realising how stupid that was to do. Not because it triggers Elijah again, but because I realized that I did so to give him comfort. When I feel that he is growing softer in my arms however, giving him comfort doesn’t seem that stupid anymore. I pat his upper back again. Once. Twice. Thrice. He sighs and snuggles into me, hand travelling to my back to squeeze me closer.

His golden eyes held a knowing warmth. The conversation flowed easily, a comfortable mix of playful teasing and genuine affection. Their flirtatious remarks weren’t just playful banter; they were expressions of their deep love and desire, a constant reminder of the unique dynamic of our polyamorous relationship. Each glance, each touch, each carefully chosen word was a thread in the intricate tapestry of our shared lives, a testament to the complex and beautiful bond that held us together. The lingering echoes of the moonlit embrace in the forest now mingled with the comforting warmth of the hearth and the tangible affection of my mates, a perfect start to a new day filled with love and the

I whispered even though my hands were already gently creasing his chest with my hips finding balance on his long body. “I need a cuddle , I need to feel just this one time Nina” he rasped, closing his eyes and dragging my body down to clash with his completely before his hands wrapped around my body, his nose sniffing into my hair before he gave out a satisfied sigh.

"Before you say no," I stop on the first step of the stair, looking her up and down. "You should know there is nothing wrong with sharing a bed with your speed dial number." Her eyes meet mine. She appears confident, clearly believing in whatever opinion is about to leave her mouth. "Cuddling usually leads to someone catching feelings... It's a pretty intimate thing." I snort. Gina is a funny woman. "Who said anything about cuddling? It's a king-sized bed. We will share it, and that's it. None of that excess touching will happen. I'm not a cuddler."

I close my eyes, overwhelmed by how easily he seems to be taking this. “Okay, a totally platonic thing,” I propose, although the idea doesn’t seem to sit well with him. Cassian’s frown deepens. “Platonic?” he repeats, clearly not thrilled about the idea. Sitting down on the kitchen stool he pulled me down from the table counter. He shifted me in his lap so I was straddling him. I felt him instantly he was hard. “Platonic friends who touch each other.” He said his gaze warm against my body.

It’s someone they care about and promise to stay together, I’m guessing. Nothing was black and white here. I could take cues from watching romance movies, reading books to know if a guy was interested. This place was too different! Just a day ago I thought I was a pet, now I’m a friend, right? Friends don’t cuddle like we have back on Earth. That was meant for couples. Here I didn’t know. It could be a common thing to cuddle in bed with a fellow dragon.

Now, if that were me, I would be killing it and pulling its wings apart. Now, do not even let me get started on the couples who seem to have an endless need to take pictures of each other. The hugs. The kisses. It is like they are trying to merge into one. Hey, one body, two souls… But there should be a limit to being affectionate. This is rather hard on the eye. Why not just sit next to each other… There is no way that you shall see two demons having all this…contact…with each other. Yes, of course, my father, as with me, we both do have sex in the normal way, but there is no need word that ungodly thing called cuddle. But I am yet to learn what they do as I would stick out like a rose in h

He wanted it to take. Goddammit. What was he doing? Julian sagged back into him, letting out a satisfied little sigh that did terrible things to Devlin’s heart. Kissing the back of his neck, Devlin wrapped his arms around him, still panting hotly. He wanted to hold him. It was such a foreign feeling. He normally didn’t like post-coital cuddling, which was why he tried not to knot his sex partners—being stuck inside of someone he didn’t want to be so close to outside of sex could be awkward and unpleasant. Cuddling after sex usually wasn’t his thing at all.