Touch And Feel Novels & Stories

“Touch me.” I shiver at the first flick of my boobs. His hands wander to my belly, tickles my belly button and my legs shake. With Calum, it’s different. His touches are dependent on the occasion. Right now, it’s curious, innocent and comforting, not erotic. My fingers loop around the waistband of my shorts but he stops me from tearing it off. “Is it okay?” I ask and he nods. “Okay.”

A sudden rush of heat coursed through me at his touch, igniting an unexpected spark of passion within me. His touch, however clinical in intent, set off a flutter of desire in my core. The week had been a whirlwind of work, leaving us with little time for private, intimate moments. Yet, every accidental brush of our hands, every fleeting touch, had stirred the same potent reaction within me.

Everything about her body is so firm and soft at the same time. I touch his hip hesitantly, too close to the danger line. I slide my hands under his shirt and grab his skin. Our kiss gets even hotter and wetter because touch is fuel. Slowly, I run my fingers down her upper back, feeling the perfect contour of her body, noticing each sigh in response to the contact between our skins. The sensation of hearing his response is intoxicating as I slide my hands down his chest, gently running them over his ribs, the buds on his abdomen and scratching his back with my fingernails.

Talon's POV Tania touched me in the places that I did not expect to get a body reaction from. That was how special she was. She was able to affect me without doing too much. As she traces her hands all over my body, I feel a surge of electricity as her fingers explore my body, sending thrills and sensations all over me. I can't help but be attracted to her, and as she continues to touch me and rinse the soap off of me, I feel myself becoming more and more enamored with her. The warmth of her embrace and the tenderness of her touch make me feel alive and vibrant.

This is the moment she has longed for—a connection with someone who truly sees her and cherishes her presence. Terry's hand, adorned with gentle strength, reaches out to touch Nora's bare arm. His fingertips trail delicately along her smooth and soft skin, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. It feels as though her arm is wrapped in a silken embrace, a touch that is both tender and comforting.

His touch was soft and soothing. He relaxed under me as I relaxed over his chest, melting under his touch, closing eyes, enjoying the bath. I felt his fingers over my face, removing the tear marks from my cheeks delicately as he was afraid to use force. He wrapped his hands lightly around me after cleaning every corner of my body neatly. The whole time his rough hands were afraid to apply pressure, he was just brushing his hands around my stomach.

Maybe it’s just in my mind, but the only thing I feel as his hand touches my upper arm is sparks. No sizzling, no burning.

“Of all of our senses, touch seems the most explicitly linked to sex and sexual activity. That’s the crux. Sex and touch are indelibly linked when we conceive of them being linked by our own physical connection to another person. Lip to ear. Tongue to nipple. Fingers to clit. Penis to vagina and every other combination of body part to body part people find pleasurable. How our skin reacts to each of these parts, as well as the added tangibles of warmth and cold, hard and soft, rough or smooth, strong or gentle creates a unique sensation felt through our nervous system and ultimately recognized as sexy, not sexy or somewhere-in-between.”

I can feel his touch as he cleans me, but it's nothing sensual, but delicate. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

She was lost in the sensation, consumed by the need to feel more, to experience the full extent of his touch. He continued to tease her, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch arousing a fresh wave of pleasure. He knew where to touch, how to touch, to drive her wild. His fingers danced across her skin, a mesmerizing rhythm that sent shivers down her spine. Each touch was a promise, a slow, deliberate build-up that left her breathless with anticipation.