Sensitive Novels & Stories

Yes recently I gave been having this indifferent feeling around him, and I can't deny that maybe a part of me wants to have something to do with him and whereas the other part is just scared it might be the wrong move, or I just need to ignore whatever feelings I was having towards him. "Andrew, I don't hate you, maybe I use to truthfully, but right now, recently I haven't felt any sort of hatred towards you. The thing is that I just found it hard to behave around you, what I mean is that I don't know how to behave that wouldn't be offensive or appropriate around you. I don't want to do something that might turn you on or something that's not supposed to be done around gays and it offends yo

Made my quim throb with need. "Men like to be touched here, as well," he said, movin one of my hands to touch one of the two protrusions hangin on either side of his shaft. He closed his eyes fer a moment, his hand guidin mine to caress it and roll it in my hand. Another moan filled my ears as he closed his hand over mine with a slight squeeze. "These are my testicles. They are very sensitive, so be careful when fondlin em." "Aye, my lord."

His fingers stroked through the soft curls, then lower, until the very tips just grazed the swollen, incredibly sensitive flesh between my legs. A soft, surprised gasp escaped me. I was so tender, so thoroughly used and loved, that even that light touch sent a jolt of sensation straight to my marrow. It was pleasure edged with a delicious, aching sensitivity. He stilled. “Too much?” he whispered. I shook my head, pressing back against him. “No. Just… sensitive. Everything feels… amplified.”

I felt safe and comfortable. Hot breath hit my bear neck fulling me to awareness. Tiny rivulets of sweat immediately formed in my back and little hairs stood in alertness. I hugged myself and spun around to see the stormy eyes staring at me with the same intensity as before from the study. It was like he wanted to literally eat me alive

Kristen This place was sick. I was crying myself to death, I wanted to scratch each inch of my skin to get rid of their hands all over my body. Their laughs and moans were plastered in my memory. I was mentally shrieking as loud as I could so that I could silence their voices in my head loudly, but they were still there. They didn’t miss any part of my body to remain untouched; not even my vagina. I couldn’t feel anything other than humiliation and disgust, the thoughts were killing me and I couldn’t stop crying.

not like this. To Be Continued...

I grin slyly at her and she chuckles nervously avoiding my eyes. "Will do." she smiles and my grin broadens. "Hmm. People will die from shock when they find out you do know how to talk… a lot...” Or how absolutely adorable you can be. On second thought, I’d like to be the only one. "They know I can talk. They just always seem to distort my words making me look insensitive… so I choose to stay silent." "I see." she really is a strong. Sensitive and thoughtful. "Yuzuki?"

The fucking condom broke. Fuck. His breathing increased. Bonnie, on the other hand, asked confused as she felt the nervousness radiate from Lorenzo. "What's wrong?" "Fuck." Lorenzo only mumbled. "Lorenzo you're scaring me. What's going on? Is Grace okay?" Bonnie wobbled over to him, touching his shoulder. "The fucking—Shit!" He exclaimed, dropping the bin.

Soft. Warm.

It was as if nature itself conspired to add an extra layer of sensuality to the moment. As the rain intensified outside, Lena’s anticipation grew, heightened by the magnetic presence of the man before her. His gaze was both commanding and inviting, promising a passionate escapade that would leave her breathless. The air was charged with anticipation, a palpable tension that seemed to mirror the storm brewing outside.