Sensitive Novels & Stories

the Dj suddenly changed the beat to slow and tense music. I don't know if it is the music or not but I can see the sudden change in his expression. it shifts from a goofy one to a serious one. It looks more intense than it has ever been. he begins to stare down at me and I wonder why the change in demeanour. I don't know why but I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why I suddenly begin to notice how attractive he is. not that I didn't notice earlier but his lips begin to look sexier as he stares down at me.

Please, let this be a joke. "Exactly and I'm serious." He says like he's reading my mind. "Oh, I... I'm really s-sorry. I'll bring it back when I get dressed." I stutter and overthink the words I just spoke out loud. I should let it wash first of course. When I'm nervous I sometimes talk weird stuff and stutter all the time. I hate to show it like this.

He murmured, “I wonder where else are you this sensitive, Seraphina.” ____ A. Gupta

She just had to parse the clauses. “Category One,” he said, consulting his notebook. “Sensation. Non-penetrative touch. My hands, my mouth, various implements on your body. Feathers, ice, wax, suede. Exploring your responses. Establishing a baseline of trust and sensitivity.” Millie’s breath hitched slightly. The clinical description did nothing to diminish the vivid, immediate images it conjured. “Limits?” “No marks that last more than twenty-four hours without your express prior consent for that specific instance. No contact with genitals or breasts in this category unless a subsequent roll directs it. Safe word honored immediately.”

He spoke through them, each word measured. “Shameless. Everyone already knows you fucked Miguel Renard. Everyone has seen the leaked nudes with Lucas, my friend, the one who learned what happens when he touches what is mine. You drag that history into a restaurant and swing at the only people who still answered your messages. You make my name look like a brawl in a parking lot. Me? Kai Lennox?”

“But I felt antsy and came home early. What are you doing?” “Oh, uhm, I was just uh,” I floundered, waving my hand uselessly. “Admiring the view from the window. I got bored and it smells like you in here.” He hummed low, his eyes flashing an intimidating red glint. “Is that why your scent is covering this stack of sensitive information?” I swallowed thickly, nerves heavy in my belly. “You’re too smart to leave sensitive information lying around for anyone to see,” I dodged, my eyes meeting his briefly before darting away.

My clit was already sensitive from the pinch he gave to it. “No cussing, Doll.” He leaned down to lick the tears sliding down my eyes. “Your safe word is 'Pink,” he murmured.

Deagan frowned. “Afternoon Nicholas. Uh yeah, I just came to drop something off, but now that you mention it, why is that?” Nicholas accepted the hand that Deagan extended and chuckled at his question. “She’s a sensitive person, she says that communicating with a client in an environment which they’re familiar with makes it a lot more comfortable. I think that stems from her experience with family cases.” Deagan nodded with a contemplating look on his face. “That’s quite interesting, it’s a psychological thing I guess, dealing with family cases?” Nicholas nodded.

POV: Aidan Ezra does not exaggerate. That is one of the reasons I trust him. So when he says the point responded to associative drift— I believe him immediately. The implications are severe. Not because something entered his mind. Because something noticed the direction it moved. That distinction matters. It determines whether we are dealing with intrusion— Or sensitivity. And sensitivity can become intrusion if misunderstood. “We need verification,” I say. Matteo throws both hands up. “No. We need retirement.”

“Why are you doing this for? He gets it, I get it… Can’t you just stop with the all the touching… I… I can’t do this anymore… I can’t… You are with Marla and with Britney and Sally and then touch me… I feel so dirty… Do you get that? I can’t keep doing this… I can’t… You need to stop…” AJ could see Lillianna work herself up. She looked ready to black out again. “Why does it bother you who I’m with?” “I don’t care. Just don’t be touching me afterwards… If you are sated and are happy with them why do you need to degrade me this way? Paul is doing whatever you want… I’ve been doing whatever you want… Can’t you just stop with me…” AJ did not like hearing that at all. “You want me to stop touchin