Pleas Touch Me Novels & Stories

"Do you agree to my request?" She let her towel fall loose to the ground and stepped out of it, making sure to keep eye contact with mine as she pressed her naked body on mine. She guided my hands to the precipice of her dripping cunt and slowly rocked herself on my fingers. "Touch me, Mr. Martinez," She purred, biting down on her lower lip. Without warning, like a dog in heat, I plunged my fingers inside her and she gasped, letting out a loud moan that filled the room. I stroked her deeper as she held on tightly to me.

He smirks, tracing his thumb along my lips. I shudder when his smooth palm makes contact with my thigh, sliding up. "W….what are you doing?" My lips tremble as the question slips out. The way my skin burns at his touch is strange and the burning sensation that feels within me causes more confusion. Why am I vulnerable to his touch? "I can smell the rejection all over you." He sniffs as he kisses my nape and a moan leaves my mouth before I can control it. The heat intensifies and my wolf's thuds are relentless.

Or guilt. Because she chooses it. “Touch me,” she pleads, desperation trembling in every syllable. She presses her hips into me, the heat between her legs searing even through the thin barrier of fabric. “Please.” “Where do you want me to touch you?” I ask, letting my voice fall to a velvet whisper. She falters, her gaze dropping, so I decide to ease her into it. “Here?” I lift a hand and cup her breast, brushing my thumb softly over the stiff peak hidden beneath her shirt.

“Erase us both. Or erase me. But either way… only one of us walks out with a name.” Ember looked back at the screen. MIRRORFALL blinking. TRANSFERAL glowing. UNKNOWN still waiting. Ember steps toward the console. Beta follows. Close. Matching her pace. Every movement synced like a shadow. Ember says nothing. Her fingers touch the keys. > “ENTER TRUTH: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _” She closes her eyes. Types nine letters. “NOTHERS.” The screen pauses. > CONFIRMED. The third file opens.

Pleasure is a strange, holy thing. It begins where reason ends—in the quiet space between a heartbeat and a breath, where thought dissolves and instinct takes control. Humans call it many names: desire, lust, hunger, need. But stripped bare, it’s nothing more than the body remembering it was made to feel. And now, welcome to TOUCH ME TENDER, BREAK ME WILD!!!! DROP YOUR HOME TRAINING IN A TRASH CAN AND EXPERIENCE THIS PLEASURE, LOVES!!

His hands roamed my body, paying attention to every crevice and i enjoyed how touchy he was. His mouth never left mine when he spoke,”what do you want from me” Everything. I pushed his shoulders, giving him one last kiss. “On your knees, Damain”

That got my eyes slowly dimming at his touch with my body moving to his rhythm. His finger came down to my shirt, slowly unbuttoning them one at a time. "Don't you have a meeting to attend to?" I asked, gradually drifting into his charm. When he unhooked the fourth button, i felt his hand going under my top, reaching for my right boob. His hand came around it, giving a gentle squeeze, causing my body to sway at his touch. "The meeting can wait." His lips came down on my neck with kisses, trailing my skin with his tempting and Icy touch.

He inched higher until his fingers touched the tender folds of her pussy, easing through them to find that she was already slick with need. “Is this for me?” he asked, and Chloe had to gulp hard before she could form a coherent response. “Tonight,” she whispered. For a moment Timothy looked as if he wanted to say something else, but he nodded instead. He dragged two fingers down her slit, back and forth until the sound of her arousal mixing with the motion echoed in the room. She gasped because a single touch had never made her this edgy and needy before. Chloe wanted to jump up and wrap her legs around him. She wanted him inside her. Now!

'I perhaps, you are scared it will change into a monster and all your dreams will be crushed? She looked away; she didn't like it when he could read her. 'Thanks William, not just in the mood.' He shrugged. 'Mom, please.' Katie added. Pearl put more effort to stand and move towards them, in order to prove to him, she wasn't afraid or in the mood, she touch the horse and her heart melted for it, it was soft and warm beneath her skin, it was like she felt the whole energy in its body with just one touch.

Without hesitation, she crossed the stream and sat next to him, feeling like a little child again. “Would you like to hear a song?” he asked. His voice radiated peace. So much peace. Suzanne nodded her head eagerly, “Yes please.” Then he began to sing the song of life, and every note he sang filled her with love, joy and peace. She did not want the song to end. But it did. “My Lord, “ she did not know how else to address him, “please, can you sing some more?” He smiled, shook his head and gently patted her on the head. Suzanne had never felt so much love coming from a person’s touch. And then she realized who HE was. HaShem.