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
It wasn't possible for him to give his word and keep it, but he came as close as he could. With whatever he was facing, she knew there was a chance he could fall in battle. The men under his command were restless as well. How long would it be before they turned mutinous. There was so much that could happen that Margaery felt as though they were both standing close to death.
But it was lost in the frantic thrusting of his hips and her desperate cries as they filled the room. There was a frenzy between them, a desperate drive to fuck and release all of the tension inside. She held him tightly, staring up at her lover with a mixture of wonder and want. "Do you remember trying to keep quiet that first day together?" She asked, struggling for each breath.
For his part, Jon had lived with danger and menace at his heels for what seemed like so long now that he knew it could have easily overwhelmed him. How many of his Black Brothers wore those weary, vacant expressions, all thoughts of hope and life drained from them by the cold and the killing? But Margaery was like his sun, and foolish or not, he turned his face up and let the hope she represented to warm him.
He chuckled at her question, even as they rutted against one another, his cock driving deep into the woman's core with every thrust. "I remember everything. The way you smelled, the way you tasted... the look on your face as you bit back every moan when I made you come..."
They were moving wildly on the bed, the large feather mattress far more comfortable than the bricks of the keep. They had been desperate then too, driving by lust and hunger, where now they rode with passion and love. Their lives were so different than she imagined, when she thought he would be nothing more than a secret lover. Now she lived as his wife, waiting for him to return to her each time he was with the Watch.
She bit at his shoulder, marking his skin and claiming him as her own. If his men saw, let them know he was with a woman, but they would never suspect who. "You were afraid in the beginning, before you kissed me."
Jon hissed as her teeth sank into his shoulder, but the pain only served to put a kind of pleasurable edge to the other sensations he was flooded with. Besides, the mark would do some good at Castle Black, letting his brothers know that their Lord Commander was a mortal man after all.
He smiled, touched and amused even in the midst of their almost frantic coupling. "You were the bloody Queen, after all. Do you blame me?"
"Not at all, but I never believed you to be a coward. Thankfully, you proved me right." She grinned, feeling her body tensed as he continually moved against her sensitive core. The feeling was near overwhelming, only growing each time they fell into bed together. "One might call us both foolhardy."
Her hands held tightly to him as she fell back against the bed, letting him drive into her more easily. Her hair fanned out against the mattress. "How do you survive without this? So long at the Wall alone."
Jon chuckled. "My love, 'foolhardy' is a mild term for us." Indeed, if their affair had been discovered, it would likely have cost them both their heads and the consequences of that could have been catastrophe. But their love and need had won out over good sense, and here they were.
He gave Margaery a smile as their bodies moved in time. "I have very colorful dreams. And I'm not too proud to take matters into, er, my own hands, now and again."
She grinned wickedly, flushed at the idea. He had assured her before that he never visited Mole's Town as most men in the Night's Watch did. The admission of how he sated his desires brought heat to her cheeks. She rolled her hips up more desperately, his words only furthering the feel of his body against hers.
"You think of when we are like this?" She asked in a harsh whisper. "Or do you think about what we might do together when next you visit?"
The talk was thrilling them both, Jon noted, and tried to make a note of it, hoping they could again speak such heated, arousing words to one another in the future. He smiled at Margaery and nodded. "Both, really. You are inspiration to my desires in every way."
He ground himself against her, pushing deeper for a few moments before easing back. "And you, my Lady? Are your hands sometimes busy with other than cooking and practicing with your dagger?"
Her mind held to the image of him touching himself, a feeling of pride swelling in her heart. He desired her enough that simply the thought of her lead him to seek relief by his own hand. She bit her lower lip, gazing up at him with lust filled eyes.
"Often during the night." She whispered raggedly. "I will wake sometimes from dreams of you and need to ease the ache between my legs. I sometimes wish that you would walk through the door while I'm..."
He and Margaery had discovered and enjoyed their share of debauched moments with one another, but this discussion was new and exciting. Jon had always liked hearing her call out his name or cry in pleasure, but to hear such things described for him? It made him swell and harden within her.
Jon met her eyes with a hungry glint in his own. "While you're what, love? While your hand is between your legs, busy touching yourself, your wet sex, while you think of me? While you call for me?"
She could feel his reaction to her words, having found a new means to excite him and push him further into lust. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, now wanting to share the stories of her desperate touches in the night and how she had moved beneath her sheets. She was coming close to her first climax for the night, but she didn't want this to end, not with this new game to play.
She let her hand travel down her body, finding its way between her legs. The tips of her fingers brushing against his pelvis as she touched herself. "While it is like this, touching me here. I think of you and call out for you. I think of all we did before and what we will do next. I will do this again when you leave."
Jon's eyes turned dark and heated as Margaery's arousing words continued to spill from her lips, every one reaching deep into his chest and belly and stoking the already blazing fire of his desire. A moment later, he felt her fingers brushing between them, no doubt rubbing at the pearl he knew as her most sensitive spot when he used his mouth on her sex.
He began to grunt as she went on, hips moving faster, thrusts quickening and getting deeper within her. "Margaery..." he moaned shakily.
She lost her focus on what she was saying and how she was teasing him. The look he gave her and the speed of his thrusts had her crying out, her mind lost in the fog of lust and hunger. Her head lolled back against the bed, her teeth digging into her bottom lip as she continued to stroke herself and he moved further within her.
She was close, so close she could feel herself breaking beneath him. She clenched around him fiercely, giving one last shuddering sob before she cried out and plummeted into her climax.
Jon, just as driven past the ability to speak, rode her through the orgasm, moving his body against hers and groaning loudly as she gripped his cock tightly within her. He moaned, the pulsing of her climax pulling him along, bringing him close to the edge, as well.
Even as Margaery's body began to slow, his continued to pump against her, his own pace starting to quicken. "Oh... Oh, gods, I'm close..."
Her head was ringing and her vision was blurry. His movements had only seemed to increase, pushing her to the ends of her climax and chasing her into the afterglow. His body glistened with sweat. She leaned up on her elbows, dragging her tongue across his abdomen, tasting the salt gathered there.
"Come, Jon. Let go." She whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "Fill me."
Those words were all the push Jon needed to fall over the edge. With a rumbling groan, he climaxed, swelling deep inside of Margaery and flooding her with his release. He thrust on instinct, driving his length into her a few last times even as he spilled, draining himself.
When it was finished, it was all he could do to keep from collapsing his entire weight onto her. As it was, his body felt heavy and leaden from the release. "Margaery," he whispered.
The bed was rumpled beneath them, but she was sated and satisfied. Her body humming from the exertion. He had wanted her to train and exercise, but he found a far more pleasurable way for her to work her muscles. She would be sore in the morning, but had a memory to add to the collection that she pleasured herself with.
"Gods, Jon." She whispered, pushing her hair from her face. No more training. If she had her way, she would have him again once they had rested a little. "You make me insatiable. You have the hunger of a beast."
Jon chuckled. "And you have proven to be a true she-wolf, my love. It is a wonderful thing to be a beast with you." He leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips-- light at first, and then with passion. When finally he needed a breath, he moved.
Some shifting back and forth, and soon enough they were both naked and holding one another close beneath the blankets and furs of the bed. His chest pressed to Margaery's back, his hand curled over her body to cup one breast as they rested. "I think your training can wait another day," he drawled, then settled in with her.
It seemed ridiculous to use that well worn phrase 'he made her head spin', but with each kiss, it was harder for her to feel her feet firmly beneath her. She tried to return that gesture, adding passion and heat to her kisses in an effort to make him dizzy and breathless. These were the only embraces they could enjoy until his next visit, it needed to be burned into his memory.
She curled against him beneath the covers, remembering how quickly they abandoned her training to come and sate their lusts. It was a happier turn of events, in her opinion. "Does that mean I have you for another day?" She asked, nipping at the tips of his fingers. "I need another day with you. One isn't enough."
The trick was on Margaery-- every kiss they shared, heated or quiet, short, long, or in-between-- was a precious thing to Jon and part of his vast and ever growing store of memories of her that kept his heart warm through long nights at the Wall. But he did not object in the least to the hungry, passionate kisses she liked to give him to remember her.
Jon chuckled. "Yes, one more," he replied. And though it was only one more, that was better than none, and until the war was finished and the enemy defeated, they would need to content themselves with what they could have and appreciate every moment.
She traced her fingers over the planes of his chest, chasing each bead of sweat as she traced his scars and muscles. He was a work of art, beautiful and well made. Each time she lay beside him after their passions had been spent, she found herself marveling that such a man could have existed unknown in the North for so long. He was wasted in the Night's Watch, but perhaps that was best for her. No other woman could have him, save for her. He was hers utterly and completely.
"One more is a treasure." She murmured, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Every hour was precious and to know that she had him for an entire day and night felt like a gift from the gods. "Someday we will find that ship to Essos."
Jon turned his head, placing a kiss on the top of Margaery's head, breathing in the scent of her, sweet and fresh and laced with the sharpness of their exertions. With her body warm and soft and moulded against his, with her breath and voice in his ear, Jon could not imagine being happier than he was in those moments.
"That we will. Sail away from everyone and everything. Find a place for ourselves and live simple and happy." Jon sank into the bed, into her, his limbs starting to feel heavy at last. But he knew from experience even fatigue would only last for so long. When he was with Margaery, his heart always overrode his body and roused him quickly to have her again. For now though, he could simply hold her.
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But it was lost in the frantic thrusting of his hips and her desperate cries as they filled the room. There was a frenzy between them, a desperate drive to fuck and release all of the tension inside. She held him tightly, staring up at her lover with a mixture of wonder and want. "Do you remember trying to keep quiet that first day together?" She asked, struggling for each breath.
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He chuckled at her question, even as they rutted against one another, his cock driving deep into the woman's core with every thrust. "I remember everything. The way you smelled, the way you tasted... the look on your face as you bit back every moan when I made you come..."
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She bit at his shoulder, marking his skin and claiming him as her own. If his men saw, let them know he was with a woman, but they would never suspect who. "You were afraid in the beginning, before you kissed me."
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He smiled, touched and amused even in the midst of their almost frantic coupling. "You were the bloody Queen, after all. Do you blame me?"
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Her hands held tightly to him as she fell back against the bed, letting him drive into her more easily. Her hair fanned out against the mattress. "How do you survive without this? So long at the Wall alone."
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He gave Margaery a smile as their bodies moved in time. "I have very colorful dreams. And I'm not too proud to take matters into, er, my own hands, now and again."
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"You think of when we are like this?" She asked in a harsh whisper. "Or do you think about what we might do together when next you visit?"
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He ground himself against her, pushing deeper for a few moments before easing back. "And you, my Lady? Are your hands sometimes busy with other than cooking and practicing with your dagger?"
Sorry about the delay, I've been ill
"Often during the night." She whispered raggedly. "I will wake sometimes from dreams of you and need to ease the ache between my legs. I sometimes wish that you would walk through the door while I'm..."
No worries. Hope everything's better now.
Jon met her eyes with a hungry glint in his own. "While you're what, love? While your hand is between your legs, busy touching yourself, your wet sex, while you think of me? While you call for me?"
Much!
She let her hand travel down her body, finding its way between her legs. The tips of her fingers brushing against his pelvis as she touched herself. "While it is like this, touching me here. I think of you and call out for you. I think of all we did before and what we will do next. I will do this again when you leave."
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He began to grunt as she went on, hips moving faster, thrusts quickening and getting deeper within her. "Margaery..." he moaned shakily.
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She was close, so close she could feel herself breaking beneath him. She clenched around him fiercely, giving one last shuddering sob before she cried out and plummeted into her climax.
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Even as Margaery's body began to slow, his continued to pump against her, his own pace starting to quicken. "Oh... Oh, gods, I'm close..."
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"Come, Jon. Let go." She whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "Fill me."
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When it was finished, it was all he could do to keep from collapsing his entire weight onto her. As it was, his body felt heavy and leaden from the release. "Margaery," he whispered.
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"Gods, Jon." She whispered, pushing her hair from her face. No more training. If she had her way, she would have him again once they had rested a little. "You make me insatiable. You have the hunger of a beast."
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Some shifting back and forth, and soon enough they were both naked and holding one another close beneath the blankets and furs of the bed. His chest pressed to Margaery's back, his hand curled over her body to cup one breast as they rested. "I think your training can wait another day," he drawled, then settled in with her.
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She curled against him beneath the covers, remembering how quickly they abandoned her training to come and sate their lusts. It was a happier turn of events, in her opinion. "Does that mean I have you for another day?" She asked, nipping at the tips of his fingers. "I need another day with you. One isn't enough."
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Jon chuckled. "Yes, one more," he replied. And though it was only one more, that was better than none, and until the war was finished and the enemy defeated, they would need to content themselves with what they could have and appreciate every moment.
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"One more is a treasure." She murmured, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Every hour was precious and to know that she had him for an entire day and night felt like a gift from the gods. "Someday we will find that ship to Essos."
RL can suck it
"That we will. Sail away from everyone and everything. Find a place for ourselves and live simple and happy." Jon sank into the bed, into her, his limbs starting to feel heavy at last. But he knew from experience even fatigue would only last for so long. When he was with Margaery, his heart always overrode his body and roused him quickly to have her again. For now though, he could simply hold her.
[OOC: Seems like a good wrap-up for this one?]