Touch Me Novels & Stories

I watch as he strolls over to me with his long strong legs and my body screams out for him to touch me. For some reason whenever I get stressed, my body screams out touch me when he is near. To me, it's akin to when you see fire and you automatically flinch. So when he walks over somewhat casually, my body vibrates for him. Yes, I said vibrates. "Can you get me the tape over there?" I say as I point over to the table by the door while holding up one of the model's breasts.

"All you have to do is say yes and I'll take good care of you, I'll make you the envy of every girl here, you will be worshipped like a queen that you are. "Rebecca will have no power over you anymore." "You do know no one is allowed to use mobile phones right? I will give you back yours and no one will do anything about it." His hands slowly crept up to her waist. Kimberly suddenly coughed out wearily and moved away from him a bit. "Sir...I... Uhm.." She was totally short of words. "It's okay, I understand you are probably too shocked right now, so I'm gonna let you think about it, take your time but don't take too long," he said the only thing that Kim wished to hear that moment.

What the hell! I let myself be enveloped by the touch of the water, sliding my fingers over my skin in the hope of dissipating the heat radiating from my body. Moans involuntarily escaped my lips, revealing the intensity of my sensations. It wasn't routine for me, but in that moment, I desperately needed that release, and I knew I couldn't have him for myself, after all, he never touched me. “Morgana?” The sound of the door opening and Ryan's voice calling my name broke my brief moment of peace. “Oh, damn!” I cursed, looking around desperately for my towel.

"Those were the rules, right?" I sat up. "Correct. No touching themselves sexually." Turo snarled. "Are they allowed to touch each other?" The snarl rose through my throat before I could stop it. "I swear to her goddess, if she's let any of them touch her, I'll strap her to my cross for a week." I shot from my chair. Stopped when I felt my phone buzz in my hand. Oopsie! –Willow The short video showed her rubbing her fingertips together. They were coated in a clear, almost tacky substance.

“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.”

Trust me on that. Latifa: Tell me more, tell me. Me: You're going to scream my name, baby. It took a while again for her to reply to the last message, then I began to wonder if she had been masturbating on the other side of her space. Latifa: Can I touch myself? Fuck, you can’t do that! I was right Me: No baby, I'm the only one meant to touch you. Don't even think about caressing your body, it's mine to begin with. See you tomorrow.

I pant, licking my bottom lip. "You offered a drink and you know exactly what kind of drink I'm craving..........and it's already here." He growls, biting my earlobe lightly. I gasped loudly as his fingers finally touched my heated wet center.

But I’m not letting this go, this light banter that feels so damn nice. “Mmm, you could wash your clothes on these abs, Tater tot.” I tease, moving up close behind her. She whips around to yell at me and her hands land directly on my pectorals. I watch as her throat bobs with a rough swallow and her hands slowly move down my chest, outlining the ridges of my upper abs, my body contracting on its own with her touch as a wheezy breath escapes me. Holy shit. I only wanted to tease her, make her uncomfortable. Not unravel myself with the simple touch of her fingertips.

"T-touch me. Do it. Please." I pinch her nipple. Gardenia arches her back, groaning low in her throat, and then I'm cupping her breast, kneading it and weighing it in my palm. Fuck. One touch won't be enough. One taste won't be enough. Any foolish notion I had that this could happen just once, that we could simply get it out of our systems–it melts away into the heated air.

Each touch was deliberate, sending sparks of electricity through me. I felt his fingers brush over my chest, barely grazing the sensitive peak through my shirt. The contact was light, teasing, but it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I gasped against his lips, my body arching into his touch, craving more. Leo didn’t hesitate. His hand slipped under my shirt, the warmth of his palm pressing against my skin. His fingers found the hardened nub, rolling it gently between them, drawing another moan from me. The sensation was almost too much, and yet not enough. I needed more of him, more of this.