6 Of Cups Feelings Novels & Stories

I've never done anything with a woman before in my life, talk more of two at the exact same time. The feeling is completely different, softer and way more intense than anything I've ever felt, and I grip Benny's shoulders just to keep myself steady as June starts to move her finger inside me. Before I can even get used to the feeling, June slips another finger deep into me and starts pumping them in and out in a smooth, steady rhythm. "Ooh, fuck," I gasp, my head falling back. "You like that?" June asks, looking up at me with a smirk.

I say pointing towards the elixir from the heavens. “Of course,” he says, appearing to snap out of it himself. He turns to the coffee maker and pours me a cup. He walks it over to me, getting closer than needed and grabs my hand before placing the cup into it with his other hand. It’s almost as if he tried to figure out a way to hand me that cup with the most amount of contact possible. The tingles invigorate my skin where he touched me, such a delicious, dangerous feeling. I suck in a deep breath, steadying myself. He pulls away, eyeing me suspiciously. “Are you alright? Feeling anything strange?”

Anywhere but here. "Why, because we are intoxicatingly gorgeous and you can't keep us out of your mind?" Ciaran mused, those muscly arms flexing slightly. Audacity. That was what this man had. But he wasn't far from the truth. I couldn't be friends with them because I barely knew them. And I could never be friends with people who made me feel like this. Tingles. Butterflies. Light headed. It was a dangerous feeling to have for someone other than my mate.

Turning the cup to my bare butt, he poured the content and I almost screamed out of my lungs because of the cool feeling that came with it. "Oh my God..." I could not hold it when he poured the cold water directly at my arsehole so it flowed downwards and drenched my feminine hole. I twisted like a snake, shaking my slender legs with my eyes shut as my mind exploded in ecstasy. This was a feeling I'd never felt in my life ever. It was the best fvcking feeling ever. I wanted to rub my pu$$y with my finger and get the extreme feeling out of this but my hands were restrained.

Yet, in this moment, I am alive, experiencing a euphoria unlike anything before. As Vaegon’s fingers delve into me, my walls tighten around them, gripping with an intense pleasure. The sensation of his fingers hitting my g-spot sends waves of ecstasy throughout my body, causing me to writhe and scream in bliss. With each lap and thrust, the sensations intensify, overwhelming me with pleasure.

I can tеll hе lіkеѕ іt. He еxtеndѕ hіѕ tоuсh tо mу аѕѕ, cupping іt, mеаѕurіng іt, and fоr thе fіrѕt tіmе, I fееl openly objectified. Do I like thіѕ? I dоn’t knоw, but I wаnt mоrе оf іt.

I'm not sure those lyrics were meant for such an occasion, but that's how I felt, so I'm going with it. When he went from cupping my breasts to pinching my nipples, that's when the fireworks went off. My hips rocked back to meet his every thrust, trying valiantly to keep the pace, and then it happened. I felt something strong, like a storm, build in my core and spread throughout the rest of my body. My legs went numb, my head fell limply back on my neck, and my back arched like a cat about to strike. A scream left my lungs and ripped through the air just as a gush of liquid rushed from between my thighs and splashed against the mattress between my legs.

“I've given you a lot of things you haven't tasted before. And this one will make you beg me for more.No disobedience remember.” I thought it was wine. But it seems it's not. Maybe something that enhances someone’s sexual urge. Why does he want me to take it when he could have just done what he wanted and left? I took the cup from him and took it to my lips. I took a sip then gulped the content down. By the time I dropped the cup on the floor, every nerve in my body seemed to be on fire.

He stood 6 foot while I am only 5 '5 ". That is why when I talked to him , I had to look up at his face. So whenever we are bantering back, I can always imagine a tiny mouse getting brave against a giraffe. But as soon as I continued to glance at his finger, I can’t help but imagine the moment those entered inside me… he already did it for the second time around. He was doing it while his lips were pleasuring my cherry. It was the best because of the size of his fingers. But as soon as I came to realize what I was imagining, I mentally slapped myself to help me get out of my own trance! Cassie, here you go again with those dirty thoughts! But what can I do? I can’t help but imagine it! I rea

Tony wasn't in the room. I felt warm at the memory of last night, and a soft smile spread across my face. What is this? How can I be feeling this man so deeply? I recalled the wild abandon I felt while taking his blood. Drinking blood made me want to … fuck. And I don't mean sex. I wanted to be wild and out of control and to rip and drink. Was this bloodlust? I had done my fair share of dry humping and finger-fucking and mutual masturbation—don't judge me! But dry humping had never been like that before! And if dry humping was like sex, then what would sex be like? I mean the type of sex that is the balls deep kind of fucking that you did when you were truly hot and bothered. I shivered. I w