the non-sexual touch turned romantic or erotic meme THE TOUCH KINK MEME
It's said that a picture is worth a thousand words. A touch, one between people who have more than just something together whether they know it or not, can be worth a million. This meme is to celebrate those intimate touches...with a twist. Almost no touch here is sexual, at least overtly, yet with the right chemistry, things can heat up romantically or erotically. This might not even be caused by the sensation caused by the touch itself - or perhaps it is - but rather the sentiment behind the gesture.
Not a smut player? That's fine. There is a tuned-up emotional aspect to all this as well, as has been mentioned. Be sure to include that you'd prefer things to stay a little less steamy the more hands-on things become.
With all that said, let's put that thousand words to rest. Instead, reach out and touch someone.
HOW TO PLAY
Comment with your character and preferences. Remember to say if you don't want smut.
Reply to others.
Use RNG. Don't use RNG. It's you're choice.
PROMPTS/WHERE TO TOUCH
Chest
Inner arm
Upper arm
Small of the back
Forehead
Face
Ears
Lips
Neck
Nape of the neck
Stomach
Hips
Soft kisses on parts of the body
Upper leg
Lower leg
Ankles
Feet
Touching old scars
Hand kiss
Wiping away tears
Cleaning - whether bathing or with wash rags or towels
Tending to injuries
Massage
Hand holding
Encouragement or cheer up touch
Desire to be close
Embrace
Bodies barely touching
Pressed close in bed or on the couch while cuddling
Flirtatious or trying to be sexual
Keeping them from going away
Before separation
After a long while
Comfort while sick or upset
Teasing or edging close to naughty territory
Accidental touch
Playing them like a harp because you know they want to be touched
Indirect intimacy. No touching the obvious spots!
You can't hold out, you've got to indulge and touch everywhere
Hand kink; you can't get enough of the way their hands feel
There were no two ways about it: living here in the North, so close to the Wall and what lay beyond, was dangerous. And though the very last thing that Jon wanted for his beloved to ever be forced to do was fight for her life instead of relying upon him to do the fighting, that possibility didn't escape him. And he would have been no man of any merit if he did not give her at least some chance to survive such an encounter.
And so, on the day of one of his visits, he presented Margaery with a present-- a good, short, stout dagger. There was no mistaking its purpose, as there was no way to mistake it for a utensil or other ordinary implement. It was meant to draw blood and, if needed, take lives.
Three days had passed-- his brothers had been told he was ranging with Ghost again-- with them spending an hour or so in the morning and then another hour or so in the afternoon training. Margaery had taken to it a bit more handily than cooking, her natural grace helping in no small manner.
It was a suggestion that she had been expecting, but had never thought about suggesting before. When Jon presented her with the dagger, there was no question in her mind what it was for. She had witnessed first hand how difficult life was in the North. She couldn't rely on Ghost's presence forever, and even with a maid to stay with her, she needed to know how to protect herself. There were rougher sorts in the North than the criminals at the Wall.
Each morning, she would feel sore from his training, grumpy from the exertions and how she was expected to learn something so quickly that he had mastered over the course in his life. She was once a lady and queen, not a Northern warrior. Still, she bit back her complaints and weathered the aches of her training. To ease his mind (and hers), she would keep at it.
It was afternoon when he had taken her outside once more. He told her that she was doing better, naturally graceful and able, but that was difficult to see from her perspective. In her eyes, she was falling short. She stumbled during their exercise, muttering under her breath. "I must appear so pampered to you."
From the beginning of this endeavor, Jon had assured her that even if they'd run off to Essos and found a quaint little hut or tent or whatever one lived in on that side of the sea, he would have eventually insisted on her learning to defend herself. They were both aware of how dangerous the world could be, and neither of them-- Margaery especially-- could count on the protections they once had.
He shook his head as he watched Margaery regain her footing. "Not in the least," Jon replied. "I see someone who might as well be learning to walk again, as far from their previous experience as the subject is. You're doing just fine, and you'll get better."
"Let's switch to something a bit different. I'm going to start showing you what you can do if someone does manage to get their hands on you. Now lunge at me as I showed you-- I'm going to pull you in and pin your arm behind your back, then we'll go from there, all right?"
She would normally make a quip about him wanting to hold her, but she was too warm from her exertions and still struggling to follow his instructions. She wanted perfection, but that wasn't possible, not when she was learning a new skill. It didn't stop her fro feeling irritated with herself whenever she fell short.
"Appropriate, if I ever wish to visit Mole's Town again." She smirked, pausing only a moment to catch her breath before lunging forward at him. When he managed to pin her, she struggled against his hold.
If there was anything frustrating about teaching Margaery this, or anything, it was her frustrations that so often came up. From what Jon could tell, she had always been a quick study and a skilled hand at nearly everything she'd been taught at Highgarden, but now she needed skills that were very, very different and that, it seemed, rubbed her the wrong way.
So it was with patience and reassurance that he approached her instruction. When Margaery lunged as instructed, Jon turned out of the way, grasping her wrist and turning her about until her back was against his chest and the knife had clattered to the floor.
However, Jon noted cautiously, it seemed her hand still intended to grip something. "And now, my Lady, it seems wise to tell you that you're no longer holding your knife, but your fingers do seem to be clutching something very firmly."
She had assumed that she had simply grabbed at his waist, but before he even spoke, the realization of what her hand was around hit her suddenly. She felt her face warm brightly, heating her body more capably than the exercise could.
He was still holding her in his arms, keeping her upright. She let go of him quickly, though couldn't help but notice he had begun to respond. "I found your vulnerability." She mused as a smile spread across her lips.
"Now at least, I know how to render a man weak." She craned her neck to look back at him, that blush still about her cheeks. "Do you feel weak, Lord Commander?"
Jon smiled-- not only from the playful tone in Margaery's voice and the touch of her hand at his hardening bulge, but from the prettiest blush he'd ever seen coloring her cheeks. "You always make me weak, my Lady," he told her. "Weak in the knees, an ache in the heart... and now you've found a way to distract me most completely from my intentions."
He turned and dipped his head until his lips were an inch from Margaery's. "Of course, if I were a real attacker, I would encourage you to strike as hard as you can. But for the sake of learning, I think perhaps practicing your grip from a moment ago would be sufficient."
She grinned at how quickly she could get a reaction from him. With a smile, she let the dagger fall into the snow, she'd retrieve it in the morning. Instead, she tilted her head up towards him, her lips lightly brushing against his. Not a real kiss, but the hint of a kiss. "Your efforts were noble, but there are other things we can do now."
Her breath felt harsh in her throat as she grew excited by his proximity. He still had her in his hold, only one hand was free. That hand, found its place again, gently teasing him through his trousers. "Like this, Lord Commander?"
Jon chuckled. "I suppose we can afford to get a bit distracted for the rest of the day," he replied warmly, shivering at that momentary brush of Margaery's lips against his. He shivered again, much more deeply, when her hand closed firmly over the growing bulge in his trousers.
"That's quite excellent form, my Lady. Although do you think you'll be able to handle things when your current objective grows from its current state?" Which it was doing, and quickly.
"Distraction?" She whispered close to his lips again. "Is that what you call this?" It was the teasing she wanted to offer while her hand was doing anything but. Her blue eyes darkened, forgetting her earlier frustration completely.
"I assure you, my lord, I am capable of handle many things, even a weapon such as this." She gave him another squeeze. "Am I not giving you ample proof?"
Jon chuckled, but the sound soon slid into a groan as Margaery's touches became firmer and much more deliberate. He knew intimately just how deft those fingers could be, and his whole body was aching to let her demonstrate again.
"You are showing exceptional skill," he finally replied. "But I wonder if this might not be a technique better practiced inside?"a
He was so hard in her hand. Only a few squeezes and he was already stiff in her grasp. She smiled triumphantly, catching his lips once more. She nipped at his lower lip, a fire burning in her eyes.
"I think it might be." She whispered, her breath harsh in her lungs. "If you can walk, Lord Commander."
The half-kiss, half-bite that Margaery gives him elicits a low and hungry rumble out of Jon's throat. And then, once she decides to throw a playful comment at him, he chuckles. "Oh, I can walk, my Lady. You, however--"
With Margaery focused on handling his sword, so to speak, it's easy enough for Jon to spin her around and throw the woman over his shoulder. "However I think it might be best we don't subject your shoes or the hem of your dress to any more hardship." With that, he began to march back to the cottage.
There was no chance to protest before he had seized hold of her and draped her over his shoulder as though she were some conquest. She gave a sharp laugh, slapping at his lower back as she pretended to fight him. "Have you no honor, ser? How dare you capture a lady in this way!"
She gave another squeal, trying to pull herself up as he carted her into the cottage. "Is this how the men of the Night's Watch are taught to treat a lady? Or is this how the Lord Commander satisfies his lust?"
Jon laughed as they stepped inside the home. "Don't you know, Lady, that the Night's Watch these days is manned by nothing but rogues and villains?" With the heel of his boot, he kicks the door closed behind them and makes his way to the bed.
"For all you know, I'm nothing but a beast of a man who wants nothing more than to satisfy his carnal hungers with your body." Jon lowered her to the bed and stood at the edge, smirking. "I suppose I could give you a chance to grab me again as you did outside. Perhaps it will distract me."
"And the Lord Commander is the worst of all!" She declared, her feigned horror falling into laughter and glee. As he placed her on the bed, she scooted close to the edge, tugging up her skirts.
Her eyes were dark with lust, eager to sate her desire for him that seemed to always emerge as all consuming. "I have a means to distract you." She grinned at him, untying his trousers with dexterous fingers. She freed his cock, licking her lips for extra effect. "Would you like me to distract you?"
The laughter was music to his ears and warmth in his heart, and even though it did fly in the face of the scene they'd been playacting, Jon did not mind in the least. Any more thoughts were quickly banished as Margaery began to draw up her skirts.
"You may try, my Lady," Jon declared in a dramatically grave tone. "But we shall see if you are able to distract me from my chosen task!" The sharp inhale he gave as Margaery's fingers closed around his cock gave every indication she would very much be able to do whatever she wanted.
She tugged him closer by his hips, holding his gaze intently. Her fingers glided over his shaft, giving him a few exploratory tugs. Her smile grew mischievous, already contemplating how best to prove him wrong.
"Oh I think I will and when I do, I expect you to let the beast out in you." She murmured as she pressed a delicate kiss to his cock. Finally, she parted her lips and pressed the tip into her mouth, suckling on him intently.
Jon knew that twinkle in her eyes. Margaery was far more mischievous and sly than most people gave her credit. In Court, that had made her a shrewd and vexing combatant with the other royals and highborn. Now, he often had that nature turned in his direction, with pleasing results.
Such as now, with Margaery promising to unman him in the most delightful way, and following that promise by drawing the head of his cock into her mouth. "Oh... Oh, that feels good, my Lady. Very, very distracting..."
With little direction for her ambition, she had focused it completely on Jon. The giving and denying him pleasure was almost a game between them. Playing the coquette and seductress filled his visits, giving her something to remember fondly when he was gone.
She grinned around his shaft, her tongue tracing and tasting his length. She pressed him completely in her mouth until the tip of his cock brushed the back of her throat. Slowly, she bobbed her head, picking up a rhythm.
Jon watched with fascination as Margaery managed to smile with his length between her lips, lips that soon began to slide their way down his shaft, further and further until she had reached the very root of him. When he felt the tip of his cock press against the tightening of the woman's throat, Jon gave a gasp.
"Yes, my Lady, I will confess my thoughts are very occupied now." The pleasure coursing through Jon's body was exquisite, a sensation he'd only ever felt with Margaery. She knew his body so well now that she could play him like a fine instrument.
He was able to still speak coherently, clearly she had not completely succeeded. She bobbed her head more steadily, letting her tongue trace and caress him as her head moved. Steadily, she began to pick up a rhythm. She moaned around him, letting her fingers drift between her legs.
Her hands gripped his hips, holding him in place as she swallowed him down, letting her mouth tease him physically as she often did with her words. Just the taste of him was enough to make her feel dizzy. Her hand moved beneath her skirt, stroking herself as she whimpered around him.
Jon gasped. He hadn't meant fo rhis words to serve as a kind of challenge for Margaery, but he did know her for someone determined to do whatever she did well, and it seemed this was no exception. Once her pace changed, Jon let out a groan and reached out a hand to steady himself.
Margaery's mouth stroked his cock with all the slick heat of her sex. She was near to making him dizzy with the pleasure streaming through him from where she was mouthing him. "Gods," he managed to gasp as he watched her slip her hand between her legs to pleasure herself, "Gods, you're beautiful... amazing..."
She wanted to continue until he was howling and spent, to drive him to the brink of utter madness, but her body couldn't stave off its desire for him. Her limbs trembled and a unquenchable heat rose up inside her. She needed him fiercely.
Pulling back, she stretched across the bed, hooking her legs around his waist to draw him closer. "So are you." He was beautiful, perhaps more than anyone she had seen before. "Beautiful and mine."
And naturally, Jon would have been more than content to allow Margaery do do with him as she wanted, as her idea of undoing him was always amazing. But when she invited him him to her, he found himself even more enthusiastic.
"All yours," he said warmly in agreement. "Only yours. All of me. But at the moment, most especially one part of me," Jon added with a laugh. He worked at her skirts to raise the front of them past her waist so that when he finally fell upon Margery, his cock was laying against her waiting sex.
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And so, on the day of one of his visits, he presented Margaery with a present-- a good, short, stout dagger. There was no mistaking its purpose, as there was no way to mistake it for a utensil or other ordinary implement. It was meant to draw blood and, if needed, take lives.
Three days had passed-- his brothers had been told he was ranging with Ghost again-- with them spending an hour or so in the morning and then another hour or so in the afternoon training. Margaery had taken to it a bit more handily than cooking, her natural grace helping in no small manner.
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Each morning, she would feel sore from his training, grumpy from the exertions and how she was expected to learn something so quickly that he had mastered over the course in his life. She was once a lady and queen, not a Northern warrior. Still, she bit back her complaints and weathered the aches of her training. To ease his mind (and hers), she would keep at it.
It was afternoon when he had taken her outside once more. He told her that she was doing better, naturally graceful and able, but that was difficult to see from her perspective. In her eyes, she was falling short. She stumbled during their exercise, muttering under her breath. "I must appear so pampered to you."
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He shook his head as he watched Margaery regain her footing. "Not in the least," Jon replied. "I see someone who might as well be learning to walk again, as far from their previous experience as the subject is. You're doing just fine, and you'll get better."
"Let's switch to something a bit different. I'm going to start showing you what you can do if someone does manage to get their hands on you. Now lunge at me as I showed you-- I'm going to pull you in and pin your arm behind your back, then we'll go from there, all right?"
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"Appropriate, if I ever wish to visit Mole's Town again." She smirked, pausing only a moment to catch her breath before lunging forward at him. When he managed to pin her, she struggled against his hold.
"And now, Lord Commander?"
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So it was with patience and reassurance that he approached her instruction. When Margaery lunged as instructed, Jon turned out of the way, grasping her wrist and turning her about until her back was against his chest and the knife had clattered to the floor.
However, Jon noted cautiously, it seemed her hand still intended to grip something. "And now, my Lady, it seems wise to tell you that you're no longer holding your knife, but your fingers do seem to be clutching something very firmly."
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He was still holding her in his arms, keeping her upright. She let go of him quickly, though couldn't help but notice he had begun to respond. "I found your vulnerability." She mused as a smile spread across her lips.
"Now at least, I know how to render a man weak." She craned her neck to look back at him, that blush still about her cheeks. "Do you feel weak, Lord Commander?"
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He turned and dipped his head until his lips were an inch from Margaery's. "Of course, if I were a real attacker, I would encourage you to strike as hard as you can. But for the sake of learning, I think perhaps practicing your grip from a moment ago would be sufficient."
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Her breath felt harsh in her throat as she grew excited by his proximity. He still had her in his hold, only one hand was free. That hand, found its place again, gently teasing him through his trousers. "Like this, Lord Commander?"
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"That's quite excellent form, my Lady. Although do you think you'll be able to handle things when your current objective grows from its current state?" Which it was doing, and quickly.
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"I assure you, my lord, I am capable of handle many things, even a weapon such as this." She gave him another squeeze. "Am I not giving you ample proof?"
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"You are showing exceptional skill," he finally replied. "But I wonder if this might not be a technique better practiced inside?"a
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"I think it might be." She whispered, her breath harsh in her lungs. "If you can walk, Lord Commander."
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With Margaery focused on handling his sword, so to speak, it's easy enough for Jon to spin her around and throw the woman over his shoulder. "However I think it might be best we don't subject your shoes or the hem of your dress to any more hardship." With that, he began to march back to the cottage.
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She gave another squeal, trying to pull herself up as he carted her into the cottage. "Is this how the men of the Night's Watch are taught to treat a lady? Or is this how the Lord Commander satisfies his lust?"
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"For all you know, I'm nothing but a beast of a man who wants nothing more than to satisfy his carnal hungers with your body." Jon lowered her to the bed and stood at the edge, smirking. "I suppose I could give you a chance to grab me again as you did outside. Perhaps it will distract me."
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Her eyes were dark with lust, eager to sate her desire for him that seemed to always emerge as all consuming. "I have a means to distract you." She grinned at him, untying his trousers with dexterous fingers. She freed his cock, licking her lips for extra effect. "Would you like me to distract you?"
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"You may try, my Lady," Jon declared in a dramatically grave tone. "But we shall see if you are able to distract me from my chosen task!" The sharp inhale he gave as Margaery's fingers closed around his cock gave every indication she would very much be able to do whatever she wanted.
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"Oh I think I will and when I do, I expect you to let the beast out in you." She murmured as she pressed a delicate kiss to his cock. Finally, she parted her lips and pressed the tip into her mouth, suckling on him intently.
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Such as now, with Margaery promising to unman him in the most delightful way, and following that promise by drawing the head of his cock into her mouth. "Oh... Oh, that feels good, my Lady. Very, very distracting..."
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She grinned around his shaft, her tongue tracing and tasting his length. She pressed him completely in her mouth until the tip of his cock brushed the back of her throat. Slowly, she bobbed her head, picking up a rhythm.
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"Yes, my Lady, I will confess my thoughts are very occupied now." The pleasure coursing through Jon's body was exquisite, a sensation he'd only ever felt with Margaery. She knew his body so well now that she could play him like a fine instrument.
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Her hands gripped his hips, holding him in place as she swallowed him down, letting her mouth tease him physically as she often did with her words. Just the taste of him was enough to make her feel dizzy. Her hand moved beneath her skirt, stroking herself as she whimpered around him.
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Margaery's mouth stroked his cock with all the slick heat of her sex. She was near to making him dizzy with the pleasure streaming through him from where she was mouthing him. "Gods," he managed to gasp as he watched her slip her hand between her legs to pleasure herself, "Gods, you're beautiful... amazing..."
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Pulling back, she stretched across the bed, hooking her legs around his waist to draw him closer. "So are you." He was beautiful, perhaps more than anyone she had seen before. "Beautiful and mine."
Sorry for the delay. RL has been stupid. :(
"All yours," he said warmly in agreement. "Only yours. All of me. But at the moment, most especially one part of me," Jon added with a laugh. He worked at her skirts to raise the front of them past her waist so that when he finally fell upon Margery, his cock was laying against her waiting sex.
I understand. It was the same with me.
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Sorry about lateness! RL has been difficult
Sorry to hear. Hope things are better now.
Much! Thanks!
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Sorry about the delay, I've been ill
No worries. Hope everything's better now.
Much!
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RL can suck it