6 Of Cups Feelings Novels & Stories

My very being lost its sense. The feeling of ecstasy that was bestowed upon me is remarkable. The dedication of us for each other is clear. I closed my eyes and let myself lose in that holy euphoria… *** Finally having a feeling of eminent solace filled me. I rested my chin on the hard chest of my husband as he continued to move his hand gently from my shoulder to my back then back again to my shoulder. A feeling of intense affection and rapture is rushing in my veins. The freedom from every turmoil is giving me a sensation of sweet serenity. The state of content I am in is unexplainable.

That little course of action was enough to tip everything over and even cause the cup to break. I glared daggers at Elias. He smiled at me and went back to sit down, staring at me expectantly. I can do this. I just have to carefully mold out another cup and transfer my feelings in there,making it bigger this. That was hard to do. It was even harder to think, not when Elias was sitting feet away from me within range and yet out of reach. Not when all I could think of was his sinful body on mine, running my gavds through his abs, tasting him hungrily, and never get tired of his rough and punishing sex.

Calla's POV As I sat there, the memories of the day flooded my mind, creating a delightful swirl of emotions within me. Each moment spent with Lucian had etched itself in my heart, leaving an indelible mark of joy and contentment. The laughter, the gentle touches, and the passionate kisses played like a vivid movie in my mind, filling me with a sense of exhilaration that sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

WILLOW He cupped my pussy and I felt it jump and pulse under his palm like it had a mind of its own. Oh god, I was definitely losing my mind. The heat from his hand seeped through the soaked lace, making my clit throb harder, a fresh gush of wetness leaking out against his fingers. I hated how my body arched into it, how my hips rolled just a fraction, chasing the pressure like a slut in heat. His eyes darkened, the blue so intense it felt like drowning.

Never thought one's feelings can be strong, even stronger than your own. We feed on these said feelings, though arousal has always been the main course. Arousal is simple, always gets stronger nearing climax, and when on high, taking in the bliss, the feelings stay, tingling after the burst. But love, love is just weird. I never did like cupid. ***** "Armand, it had been days, you're feeling better, at least send Titus to look for him." I leaned closer to his side giving him comfort as I lay in his bed.

I hаd аn аwful feeling іt didn’t have аnуthіng rеmоtеlу tо dо with mаkіng a сuрра. Hіѕ eyes flashed uр from thе mаgаzіnе. “It’ѕ when уоu suck оn a guу’ѕ bаllѕ, tаkіng thеm deep іntо your mоuth аѕ fаr аѕ уоu can. Thе ѕеnѕаtіоn іѕ іnсrеdіblе. I lоvе getting mу balls ѕuсkеd.” Hе сlоѕеd hіѕ eyes mоаnіng lіghtlу like hе wаѕ hаvіng a flashback, and I instantly grіmасеd.

He is already holding the cup he won in his hand by the time I cover the distance between us. “The trick is to use as little force as possible,” Zayne says as he holds it out to me, the cup exchange hands, our fingers grazing as he places the cup in mine. The warmth of his fingers remains as I bring the cup to my lips, barely tasting the drink, very fleeting but it’s there Goddess, what is this? Did he feel it too? I wonder, eyes on his as I lick my lips, preparing to gulp it down in one go. His eyes don’t reveal anything when I hand the cup back.

They're all beautiful and fabulous, but every time I see Zoey, the simple, nerdy, gorgeous, and mysterious Zoey, my heart skips a beat. I felt compelled to hug and kiss her whenever we were nearby. Worst of all, I have wet dreams about her. That's when I realized I had a thing for my friend. We had only recently reconnected as friends, and I had this inappropriate thought in my head. I just... I'm not sure. Zoey is appealing to me. That's all I know. "Cam?" Someone is calling my name, but I can't get Zoey's expression out of my head. I imagined her washing my back and touching my body.

REBECCA "Well, I would describe jealousy as a wave. It crashes into your heart with a mix of emotions. Anger and sadness. Most of the time, it's not a pleasant feeling, but it hurts. Right here," she said, placing her hand over her heart. "It hurts. Your chest tightens, and it feels like you can't breathe. Sometimes you might feel like crying or becoming so furious that you want to resort to violence, like punching someone in the face. I can't exactly put it into words, but it's quite overwhelming."

Can’t lift my head to look. “She took all of us.” Wonder in that voice. “She actually took all of us.” “Told you she was special.” Darren’s voice, close to my ear. A hand strokes my wet hair, almost gentle. “Our little mouse. Our perfect little fucktoy.” Six men. Six loads. I lost count of the orgasms somewhere around eight. I should feel used. Degraded. Ashamed. Instead, I feel complete. Like I’ve finally found out what I was made for.