Plese Touch Me Novels & Stories

"Tell me if you want to slow down. Any moment. I mean that." "I don't want to slow down," she whispered against his mouth, her hands sliding beneath the open collar of his shirt, feeling his heartbeat racing beneath her palm. "I've spent three weeks wanting exactly this, wanting you. All of you, not just the careful, guarded pieces you've let the world see."

She pulled back and looked at me while I sobbed and said, “tell me sweetie pie, what the matter?” “I…i…I want to…” I explained while I was sobbing “it feels so good…but u wont let me…cum. But I really need to…my pussy I really wet and I need to…please let me cum” “that’s all I wanted to hear” she replied with a joyful smile “you can touch yourself, but count to 30 first”

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!

He stops me. "Please." My voice is husky. My inner thigh is dripping wet. My entire body is burning. I'm so needy. "Please what?" His fingers tease my clit, touching but not quite touching. I push myself forward. "Touch me." "Where?" He kisses my belly button again. I breathe. "My pussy." Humilation is the last thing on my mind now. "I will. Relax." Oh, so slowly, he pulls my jeans down, dragging at the tip until I'm completely free. He spreads my legs.

“Stop being mean to me! Stop being mean to me!” I break down in tears. My chest is stifling. It cannot contain my frustration. Why won't anything ever go my way? “Kael, what do I do?” Kael pats my back with an assuring look. “It's okay. This is not the end. You can still shift another full moon. Pull yourself together.” “What do I do? What do I do Kael…I'm so confused right now…” She sighs and without speaking another word, she just pulls me into her body. I stay there in her hands and my tears flow.

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.

My heart starts to gallop, and I get butterflies in my stomach as I reach for my phone and see that it’s Blake. Blake: Hey, Sweetness. How are you? How am I doing? Just peachy. Yeah, I have these lines all over my thighs that hurt when I move, and I have no idea where they came from! Me: I’m good. You? Blake: Good, but it will be better when I can see that beautiful face of yours ;) Me: You are such a suck-ass! Blake: Baby, I can show you what this mouth can do to your ass. Just say the word.

A deep moan left her lips , her head involuntary tilted back giving him access more to her neck. "Mmmm" He slipped his hand under her camisole and touched her belly. Her toes curled in the bed at the sensuous caressing of his warm fingertips. Her body twisted at the new feeling and it was euphoric. "Fuck !", he cursed hotly at her moan and nibbled her skin with his teeth. "Don't ", she gasped realising it may leave hickey and didn't want him to regret morning. Not only he , she will also equally regret about it later.

He heard laughter from the man's throat, and Harris could see his thin, wet lips under the dim light of the room. "Mr.R…" Yes, they didn't use their real names. This man said that Harris could call him Mr.R. Harris didn't know what that name stood for, but now he wanted to call his name. Mr.R raised an eyebrow, "Hmm?" Harris's whole body was turning red. He subconsciously wanted to cover his lower body, where the penis was already erect with love. Harris clung to Mr.R's arm, then closed his eyes, tremblingly said: "This is my first time. Please be gentle!"

He bowed his head in shame when he heard my words. "What am I supposed to do to heal the wounds? Please tell me what to do. I'm willing to do anything to heal the wounds. It hurts me as much as it hurts you. Please tell me how to go about it. I'm willing to do it." He pleaded, clinging to my hand so tightly as though he was afraid that I would disappear into thin air. It had been one full week since he last touched me and I hated to admit that his touch still sparked the fire inside me despite everything.