When They Touch Me Novels & Stories

Their touch was like a drug, sending shivers down my spine and leaving me craving for more. As their hands roamed over my body, I felt a sense of vulnerability that was both thrilling and frightening. But at the same time, I knew that I could trust them completely. As Kazimir's gentle and loving touch sent shivers down my spine, I couldn't help but compare it with Kallum's urgent and demanding touch. Kazimir's touch was like a caress, each movement deliberate and careful, as if he was trying to memorize every curve and contour of my body. But Kallum's touch was wild and unrestrained as if he couldn't get enough of me. For a moment, we were lost in our own world, oblivious to everything else

"Do you agree to my request?" She let her towel fall loose to the ground and stepped out of it, making sure to keep eye contact with mine as she pressed her naked body on mine. She guided my hands to the precipice of her dripping cunt and slowly rocked herself on my fingers. "Touch me, Mr. Martinez," She purred, biting down on her lower lip. Without warning, like a dog in heat, I plunged my fingers inside her and she gasped, letting out a loud moan that filled the room. I stroked her deeper as she held on tightly to me.

We ran for a moment, half at the dog’s invitation and half because it felt childish and right. I fell back on the sand and he collided into me, not in a careful way but in a real and sudden way. We went down in a heap of limbs and sand and the dog circled us with triumphant curiosity. My shirt rode up and we both ended up laughing, breathless and raw in ways that were not violent. Levi’s hand found my arm as we untangled ourselves. There was a smallness in that touch that was not meant to be claimed. It was an acknowledgement. He looked at me with something that had no label. He did not pull away.

The orthopedic rehabilitation for my hands was brutal. No matter how Susan tried to distract me, the pain still tore through me until I felt like I was being split apart. She pulled out every trick she could think of to soothe me and even resorted to bribing me with candy like I was a kid. At first, I assumed she treated everyone this way. However, when I happened to see her with other patients—all business, professional, and distant—I realized those absurd little gestures of comfort were reserved for me alone.

"Will my touch hurt you?" Sophie sighed. "If someone’s emotions are strong enough, they can bleed into my system through touch. You’re so angry at me, so bitter. It’s uncomfortable enough to just be around you. If you touch me while those emotions are running through you, it’ll hurt." And having his need pour through her body, adding to her own, would have Sophie so turned on she’d be shaking with it. But he didn’t need to know that. "And I don't want to end up having another vision...

That got my eyes slowly dimming at his touch with my body moving to his rhythm. His finger came down to my shirt, slowly unbuttoning them one at a time. "Don't you have a meeting to attend to?" I asked, gradually drifting into his charm. When he unhooked the fourth button, i felt his hand going under my top, reaching for my right boob. His hand came around it, giving a gentle squeeze, causing my body to sway at his touch. "The meeting can wait." His lips came down on my neck with kisses, trailing my skin with his tempting and Icy touch.

They were his constant companions, and he belonged to them. "You are so beautiful, my love," voices washed over him, spreading warmth deep inside. Their touch on his skin, the gentle caress of their lips against his cheeks, whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Soft kisses made his toes curl as their hands teasingly roamed his body, exploring every inch of flesh within reach. They teased until he whimpered softly and surrendered to their pleasurable assault. Unable to hold back any longer, his own voice begged for release as his body pulsated and throbbed beneath their touch. "I want you too," he heard them whisper, their many voices shaking his core. They couldn't seem to reach him enough.

Devon asked. “Ask her,” Jake said. Devon looked at me. “Can I touch you, Emma?” “Yes,” I breathed. He knelt in front of me. His hand slid up my thigh. Then his fingers were there, touching me, exploring me. “So fucking wet,” he said. Jake’s hand moved to my other breast. Devon’s fingers pushed inside me. Two guys touching me at once. I moaned. “That’s it,” Jake encouraged. “Let them hear how good it feels.”

She pushed it to the back of her mind as it was none of her business, all she needed that moment was a cold shower to relieve her stress. She suddenly gasped as she felt a dot of tear drop on her hand. She flinched and looked up at London and saw more tears rolling down his cheeks, his eyes still fixed on the image. Kim recoiled in horror as more tears flowed down from his eyes, his nostrils running too. It was a terrible sight to behold. She noticed the security guards were also moving away. She flinched back and tried moving away as well, but he held her hand firmly to the point he started hurting her.

I offer. "No, I'm not cold. It's just when you touch me, I feel this jolt like electricity. Not in a "you're harassing me" sort of way, but in a "I want you to do more" kind of way. I sound like a slut." Kiaria laughs.