Rocky Horror Picture Show Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me Novels & Stories

I'd never seen anything like it, not even in the p**n I sometimes watched late at night on my phone! “Go ahead, Tammy... give it a touch!” “What?” I exclaimed, vigorously shaking my head. “I can't touch it! You touch it!” “I can't, that would be cheating on your dad,” she refused. “But you're single... You know it's not going to bite, or anything! You can touch it if you want... I'll never tell!” “I don't know...” I said, nervously chewing my lip. “Just give it a try...” she giggled. “I mean, come on! Just look at the size of that thing! When are you ever going to get a chance to touch one like this again?”

he paused "But I need something, it's driving me crazy," A smile played on my lips "You can lay with me, and hold me," I said "But please, nothing more, touching me causes incredible pain," "I understand," Rory husked through a shuddered excitement "May I undress?" I managed to restrain my expression of disgust, but nodded in acceptance "Yes,"

Billy quickly grabbed her hand. A sudden shock sizzle through her. She saw the visions coming fast, taking her breath away. She found her essence approaching a car. She stood looking until the window was rolled down. The man inside has no face just red piercing eyes pulling her closer. She doesn’t want to get closer but his eyes keep on pulling her. “Maya…” Billy shook her body roughly. He kept shaking until her eyes focused again. “What?” she ripped her hand free rubbing warmth into her skin. “Don’t touch me.”

An unhinged scream left my lips, my eyes widened in shock as instinctively grabbed her boobs, “ Fuck!” I lapped, It was unbelievable as I held onto my gasp to her boobs, her eyes rolled to the side as she pushed her big juicy boobs into my hands, rubbing the hardened cherries on my palm, She said softly, “ Touch it, sissy.” I did. I touched her boobs, my hands moved on them as I rolled it beneath my thumb like I wanted to squash it, that made her release a groan as she bit on her lips and cried out,

“I don’t know what supernatural pheromones you people pack, but I don’t want to be touched by you!” Oh shit!

I kept doing it for more than a minute until my toes started hurting and my hands tried to stretch more to grab the book and that's when I felt a presence behind me. Hell, when did he come near me? I didn't even hear his footsteps. I didn't have the guts to take a look at him but he came so close that his whole body was touching my back and I regretted wearing a short skirt. His hands reached from behind to grab the book and because of his action, his lower region brushed more deeply against my butt, making me close my eyes in sudden fear and excitement. He easily grabbed the book and plopped it on my palms. I thought he would leave after that but instead, he kept both his hands on the sides

Could he not watch where he was going? Ignoring him, she bent to retrieve the contents of her purse scattered on the floor. “Here let me help with that” The man said, bending to pick up a pen, just about the same time Yvonne was going to reach for it and their fingers touched. Yvonne froze, her hand suspended midair. At his touch, a slam of shock, almost like electricity, hit her so hard she trembled at the impact, and her wolf howled loudly in her head in joy.

R. Ryan used his fingers, tapping each beat on the table. He didn't answer Harris; on the contrary, he just watched Harris's every move. Ryan stared at his earlobe, and Harris seemed to notice it too and quickly tilted his head. Harris remembers Vera teasing him in the morning, a hickey mark on his earlobe! Harris blushed. He wanted to cover it up but did not dare. Finally, Harris let go of his hands, straightened, and tried to speak clearly: "If you don't want any further instructions, I..."

I didn’t have to imagine the expression—it was the same one I’d had when I woke up this morning, soaked between my legs, clutching my sheets, whispering his name without realizing it. I dipped my fingers into the blue this time. No brush. Just skin to canvas. “Tell me what you see,” I said quietly, still not turning to face him. “I see restraint,” he said, “and a woman terrified of what she’s capable of.” I closed my eyes. Then turned to him. “I’m not terrified,” I said. He didn’t blink. “Prove it.” I dropped the brush. Stepped toward him. He didn’t move. I pressed my body close, naked and heated, my chest brushing his shirt. I could feel the rise of his breath. Could smell his cologne—spice

“She isn’t my type, anyway. Too mouthy.” “YOU. FUCKING. TOUCHED. HER!” Rocky roars. The animals in the woods fall silent, birds fleeing the trees, and I see movement as Blossom rushes over to me. “Look, okay, I get you are mad but I barely touched her. See? Look at her, her pants are still intact and on. I didn’t do nothing to her.” He tries to plead but Rocky just moves closer to him, like a shadow growing larger as the sun sets lower in the sky.