Touch And Feel Novels & Stories

The electric feeling travels down my body. Into my hands wrapped around the chain. “Holy shit,” I exclaim. Hope fires in my chest as I exclaim excitedly, “Axel, it’s physical touch. Lean into me.” Hesitantly, he does as he’s told. For a moment nothing happens, but then the shock passes through me again. I gasp at the addictive feeling rushing through my veins. I greedily snatch at what Axel gives me, channeling it through my hands and into the cuffs.

The contact had only lasted seconds, but both of us had frozen. It had been the first time physical touch between us had carried noticeable tension. It hadn't been the casual brush of fingers when I had paid my tab, or the accidental bump in a crowded room. This had been deliberate. Her palms had been warm through the thin linen of my tunic, a steady, grounding pressure against my ribs. I felt the faint, rapid thrum of her own pulse, or maybe it had been mine, hammering against her touch.

I felt a swelling desire in me to touch him. He stood right next to me and his hand was so close to mine, I could feel the pull so strong that my pinky finger ached and tingled at the tip. I began to move my hand, hoping for contact. I reached as slowly as I could, reveling in the passion of it. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, I knew he felt it too, the pull, the passion, the electricity. All sounds seemed to fade out and all we wanted to do was to touch.

I turned my gaze back to the blue object in his hands and forced a grateful smile. - Right. - I muttered reaching out my hand to take it, and when I finally grabbed it with my fingers, I could feel not only the pleasant touch of cashmere provided by one of my favorite clothing accessories, but also a pleasant warmth on my fingertips. Very pleasant, actually. Only then I realized that I was touching Liam's hand, without even knowing how my fingers had gotten that far. My body immediately reacted to the touch. The tips of my fingers began itching and an electrical shock was projected from each one of them up to the nape of my neck, down my spine and then through my entire body, until it settle

She guided my head to roll to the side with the most subtle tugs, pulling just enough to engage all my senses but not enough to hurt. It was similar to last night, but the context changed everything. This wasn't a moment of tension or challenge. It was a whisper of intimacy, of a caring touch that said more than words ever could. I closed my eyes, my body practically humming with a satisfaction that seemed to echo from my scalp to my toes. The sensation cut through the lingering discomfort, momentarily eclipsing my emotional and physical ailments. Here was a touch that spoke directly to that vulnerable part of me, bypassing layers of self-defense mechanisms and fear.

His touch soft and indulgent. “To see you.”

His hands moved towards her breasts, cupping them gently in his palms. Gloria's breath hitched as she surrendered to the intoxicating sensation of Lawrence's touch. The warmth of his hands against her breasts ignited a fire within her, making her yearn for more. Gloria let out a soft gasp, her body responding to his touch. Lawrence's fingers expertly teased and caressed her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

I feel a surge of comfort and security like I've been enveloped in a warm embrace. I lean into his touch, craving more of the connection that sparks between us. His hand lingers, a gentle pressure on my skin as if he's anchoring me to the present moment. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of us suspended in a bubble of intimacy. The touch is fleeting, yet its impact resonates deep within me.

“Yes… You can touch me again.” He peeks at my lip playfully after hearing my response, and I almost want to smile because it feels like I’ve overcome a difficult obstacle. All this made me breathless like I’ve run a marathon. Is this how you should feel when having sex with someone you love? Everything Elliot has done so far has no words that I can describe, and it might not even make sense if I tried, but all of this is just the beginning. I want him, and he wants me. It sounds so childish, but it gives me these butterflies in my stomach, and I know he feels the same way. He’s touched every inch of me because going further and it would be odd for others if they heard that it was the best fe

Let the fragment decide whether to accept touch. It drifted closer. Brushed against his hand. His skin glowed where they connected. Sharing sensation. Sharing warmth. Sharing physical contact for the first time. The fragment jerked back. Overwhelmed. But not fleeing. Just processing. Learning. “That is tough. That is a physical sensation. That is feeling something outside yourself.” I reached out too. Let it choose. “You do not have to like it. Do not have to want it. Just experience it. Learn what it is.”