Pleas Touch Me Novels & Stories

"You're bleeding." I suddenly tasted copper in my mouth. My lips were puffy and swollen, I had to feel it. I stared dumbfounded. I couldn't decide what was important. The fact that my body ached for more, or the fact that I was literally a wet mess. "I should probably get going now," he opened this door again. This time, looking rather disturbed. "Wait," I stopped him. "You can't just leave me like this." I grabbed him for a quick kiss. Placing my hands on his hair, I caressed it gently. I didn't know what this man was doing to me. "Please just have sex with me, I'll do anything"

“I—can you please just touch me? I need to feel something” I smile. What a cutie. He reads into my thoughts. “Am I?”, he smirks and my smile drops. “Do you want this or not?!”, I roll my eyes but he’s quick to respond. “Please make love to me!”

His touch was both mesmerizing and tantalizing, sending waves of pleasure that seemed to defy the bounds of human experience. As Marius continued his expert caresses and exploration of my core, I found myself lost in a whirlwind of pleasure and desire. Each touch, each movement, was a symphony of sensations that left me breathless and craving more. It was a dance of passion and connection, a moment where time seemed to stand still as we delved deeper into the depths of our desires.

The separation of the two has never happened. Andy pushed the menu in front of Harris, "Choose a drink!" Harris waved his hand, "I don't drink anything; I have to go home after talking. Tonight, my company has a small party." Andy nodded when he heard that and assessed Harris, just like when they were still in love. Suddenly, Andy's hand reached out, wanting to touch his cheek. Harris jerked backward, the air thick with embarrassment. Andy curled his lips into a smile, narrowing his eyes, and gently stroked Harris' cheek with his thumb.

The lube itself was cold but the toy felt so good. Once it was in, Brandon grabbed his phone and pushed a button, cutting on the vibrations of the toy that made me bite my lip hard. “How does that feel, baby girl?” He asked. I moaned at the vibrations that it was causing in my body; then I began to think of how it was going to work when the five of us are finally together, together.

"P-please... I want to... I want to touch you too." Zheme shook his head, thumb flicking the rigid peak of her breast as his tongue slid down her chest. His hot mouth replaced his finger, his tongue expertly circling her nipple drawing moan after moan from her lips. "Ple-ase..." She moaned out and Zheme leaned back to lustfully stare at her. "Please for what?" Lexie swallowed, legs trembling as her desire strived to overcome her. "Please can I touch you?" Zheme sighed, hands leaving her body to drop by his sides. "Why are you so adamant to touch me today?"

The orthopedic rehabilitation for my hands was brutal. No matter how Susan tried to distract me, the pain still tore through me until I felt like I was being split apart. She pulled out every trick she could think of to soothe me and even resorted to bribing me with candy like I was a kid. At first, I assumed she treated everyone this way. However, when I happened to see her with other patients—all business, professional, and distant—I realized those absurd little gestures of comfort were reserved for me alone.

Pressing his forehead against mine, he pleaded sweetly, "Stop studying. Just relish the joy of ultimate freedom and recklessness with me, will you?" Waves of exhilaration washed over me. So that was all he wanted.

Emma arched slightly, whispering, "Touch me baby... just like this." Alex's hand slipped inside, fingers moving over Emma's panties, feeling the damp warmth seeping through the fabric. She rubbed in gentle circles over the cotton, pressing against Emma's clit until it swelled under the touch. Emma moaned softly, her hand mirroring the path, dipping into Alex's waistband to stroke her slick folds, parting them tenderly to circle her entrance.

Wow… that was… I swallowed hard, and the sheet of notes in my hand once again proved useful. “The more you forbid me from touching, the more I want to. And if you think it’s unfair, you’re welcome to touch me back instead~” Below it was a small line of text: You may touch. It felt like some kind of royal pardon… Well then, no need for me to hold back. Before the discarded instruction sheet had even finished fluttering to the floor, my fingertips were already firmly pressed against his sculpted abs.