Sensitive Novels & Stories

I could feel the wetness pooling as he spread it further over my sensitive flesh. “Let them hear,” Aaron murmured, his breath heavy as he pushed in a second finger. I shifted slightly, the unfamiliar sensation causing a momentary discomfort. “Does it hurt?” he asked, his tone softer now, his thumb grazing my cheek. “No… It’s… Different,” I admitted haltingly, my voice rough with a mixture of emotions. “And like this?” he asked, biting my lower lip lightly as his fingers found a deeply sensitive spot, circling and pressing it gently but with deliberate intent.

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from reacting, to keep the sensation of his gaze from undoing me completely. “You’re eating nothing, sweetie,” Mom noted, looking at my barely touched plate. “Not very hungry,” I managed to say, voice softer than normal. “Just a little queasy.” “Probably the dehydration,” Vance said suddenly, his voice deep and smooth, cutting into the conversation. I jumped slightly at the sound of it, so close, so familiar. “She gets like that when she doesn’t drink enough. Gets flushed. Gets… sensitive.” The double meaning hung heavy in the air. Sensitive. He said it looking right at me, his eyes gleaming

It was a ten, maybe a twelve if there was that option as he humped his mattress. The movement caused the app to skip the final level of speed, recording Joe’s new limits accordingly and counting it as an orgasm. The app recalculated the calibration program while Joe enjoyed a small reprieve from the break. Coming down from such an intense high took a long time, and Joe only realised the app had updated after resting for a few minutes. He wiped his tears and snot while reading the new calibration instructions. The app detected Joe and profiled him as a highly sensitive individual, so a new calibration test would commence after Joe accepted the new terms and con

Screamed Ken through a speaker hidden somewhere at the main entrance. Ken had the compound wired round with CCTV cameras and hidden speakers, he paid utmost attention to security fails. “Shit.” Ben freaked out almost losing balance. The doors opened revealing Ken in a black T-shirt as he, sat backing Ben at a corner of the room. The living room had expensive furniture all over, a center table littered with packets of cigarette, a matching sofa accompanied the perception that he was a lover of the colour black. “Welcome.” Ken stood up and walked towards the fire place.

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

Morgan asked, dropping the keys on the table and facing Sandra. Sandra smiled. “Of course, it would. As you said, another girl being there would just make her almost a victim too. You should know that,” She said. “Wow, fair enough. You used my words against me,” Morgan muttered, loud enough for Sandra to hear. Sandra ignored her and leaned forward at Morgan. “So, who is this lucky guy?” She asked again. “I hate to admit this,” Morgan said, reducing her voice to a whisper. Sandra leaned away. “ Be outspoken. This office is soundproof anyway.”

Her panty, an obvious yet forgotten barrier. Shit. A clitoris is the one of the most sensitive parts in the female body (if not the most sensitive) and Xaver knew it. Pulling her lips from his, Sreya's hands on Xaver's shoulders tightened as her legs turned stiff with pleasure, her breathing laboured, "Fuck". A hand on Sre's cheek lifted her face, making her look into drooping beautiful cyan eyes as the pressure being applied on her nether region sharpened. His thumb was quicker now, rubbing to and fro before pressing down on the ultra sensitive knob.

Mark made another sound in his throat and his eyes rolled a bit at how good the silk panties felt sliding up and down his raging hard on. Mark was starting to breath heavier and his face was getting flushed. I looked straight ahead and continued to work him up and down. I started stroking quicker giving a little twist when I got to the top rubbing the silk across the head of his cock. Each time I did I was rewarded with a twitch and a sharp breath from Mark. I smiled to myself, my brother was extremely sensitive at the tip and I loved to make him jump. On that note the next time up I lingered, caressing just the tip through the panties. Mark grunted and grabbe

’ I asked him in my mind, and Theodore stared at me, his fingers rubbing circles on my bare back, making my eyes flutter shut. “It’s normal to feel that way marking. We bonded, Serenity. Our souls are intertwined today. You are bound to feel sensitive for a couple of days until the mark blends into your skin. It’s still fresh. You are sensitive to touch.” He said, pulling me closer to him, grabbing a glass of water from the table, and pressing it closer to my mouth. “Drink it.” He ordered softly, and I let the cold liquid pass down my throat, making me hum in delight.

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