روايات وقصص ضمن When They Touch Me

If only they would agree to give it a try. Lola and her ex were at the farther end of the hall. His hands were all over her body as she swayed and moved her hips against him. Her eyes were closed and a satisfied look rested on her face. I’ve always wondered how that felt; being touched by a guy I liked and having his hands all over me. I’ve never been that close to a guy before. My gaze shifted to the other corner of the room and my breath hitched in my throat when my eyes locked with the most intense dark brown eyes ever. Everything ceased to exist in my world as his eyes bored into mine. Right now, it was just me and him.

“I’m not afraid of you.” He pulled on her, drawing her closer, so that her body brushed against his hard length and the fullness behind his fly. He scorched her with that almost otherworldly stare. She waited on a sharp ledge of anticipation, her breath burning in her lungs, when he lowered his head until their mouths were just inches apart.

But flirting with him or when he touches me by accident it makes me shiver, almost a shock or tingle electricity running through me… --------------------

I told him, keeping my head on his chest, still hugging him. He hugged me back, keeping both his hands on my back, rubbing it. It feels nice whenever he touches me. His touch soothes my heart. I don't know what to call this feeling, but I know I have started to like him. “Does it mean from now onwards, you are going to listen to everything I say?” His husky voice reached my ear and I looked up from his chest, our lips just an inch away.

I continued to look for him when suddenly, I bumped into a drinks' server, causing my clothes to get spilled by those beverages, exposing my clevage and chest. "Ma'am, I'm s-sorry I didn't m-meant..." the server said nervously. "No, it's okay. I'm sorry too, it's my fault." I politely said. "Oh no! D-Don't touch me! I m-mean I can handle it by myself," I said when he tried to wipe my chest. I saw the second thought on his face but I hurried past it when I noticed that we were grabbing the attention of others.

He bowed his head in shame when he heard my words. "What am I supposed to do to heal the wounds? Please tell me what to do. I'm willing to do anything to heal the wounds. It hurts me as much as it hurts you. Please tell me how to go about it. I'm willing to do it." He pleaded, clinging to my hand so tightly as though he was afraid that I would disappear into thin air. It had been one full week since he last touched me and I hated to admit that his touch still sparked the fire inside me despite everything.

Suddenly, his hands met my cheeks, pulling me closer, and I found myself melting into his touch. God help me, I kissed him back. I held him by his shirt as we kissed, his tongue brushing against mine, sending signals across my body. His lips left my mouth, but just as he kissed my neck—FLASHES. I remembered him gripping my thighs, my clothes hitting the ground back at the hotel, the sound of his moans, my moans... the cries, and then I pulled out. "What’s wrong?" he queried, stepping closer and trying to meet my lips again, but I flicked.

So baby, come light me up And maybe I'll let you on it A little bit dangerous, But baby, that's how I want it A little less conversation, and A little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you Into you Into you Got everyone watchin' us So baby, let's keep it secret A little bit scandalous But baby, don't let them see it A little less conversation and A little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you… ❤❤Emir point of view❤❤ The moment my lips touched the soft, delicate skin of her forehead, I knew I was in trouble. My heart was pumping blood furiously, making it beat at an alarming rate. I didn't know why I always felt that way when I touched her. For haven's sake, that was just a kiss that

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.