Book Hugs Novels & Stories

I slowly walk over to Jason and give him a sideways hug. "You call that a hug sweety?!!" I hear Jared laughing and mocking me, " Squeeze the life out of that motherf.. - I mean Jason…". I look over to Jason again , and I see him with arms stretched out. I jump on him like I did Jared , but this hug - it felt different. Jared hug was bubbly , giggly and playful - Jason's hug was intimate , filled with love and passion. It felt as if it had been hours that he had been hugging but honestly it was merely seconds.

I couldn't remember the last time anyone hugged me this hard. Margie always made it a habit to hug me every time because she had noticed as soon as we met that I was sad about a lot of things. Especially after she discovered that I lacked a lot of love growing up. She made it a necessity to do little things for me. Gifts, words of affirmation and mostly hugs. The hugs were always what I appreciated the most. Of course I loved it when she said sweet things and bought me gifts too but I loved her hugs the most.

He needs to chill. “I'm sorry okay?” I ask while I walk to him and pull him into my arms, hugging him. He buries his head between my neck and my shoulder, and his arms wrapped around my waist. Beth looks at us, and I open one arm, and she cuddles up to u. Shee is so small compared to u. Shee fits perfectly between both our bodies, and I can’t help but smile at the feeling of my two lovers next to me. “So, what are we doing today?”, Beth asks breaking the silence of the hug.

And hopefully he will grow into a nice gentleman just like the one standing beside me. "So now that Mommy's mission is done , can big Cole have a hug ?" His voice ever so lightly lifted my lips into a wide smile "Since when big Cole asks for a hug ?" I said as he wrapped his big hands from behind engulfing me in his warm embrace , I could feel his body behind mine and it always felt so good

Damn, I was happy. “I missed you, buddy.” I moved towards him as the others parted the way, giving us our space. “Glad to see that nothing holds you down.” “Thanks to you, I hear,” My Beta extended his forearm for a bro-hug and I reciprocated. Firmly grasping each other’s forearms, we brought our bodies together and hugged with the other hand going over our shoulders, patting each other’s backs. Devin whispered for my ears only. “Vaheed did this to me.”

The feeling of hugging someone, or being with someone you know really cares about you. Adam hugged me like he had been wanting to for years, but had had not been able to. Adam hugged me like I was the only form of intimacy he was really craving. It felt surreal and I felt happy. And sincerely joyous. I was cross legged on the bed, which gave him easy accesss to hold my waist the more. I shook my head at him when he started to move his hands down. He was always doing that. Very man ish.

Taking a deep breath, I run my hands down the front of my clothing, straightening out non-existent wrinkles, and then follow my husbands. I walk out to see my in-laws and parents hugging my husbands, so I go over and grab my now sixteen-year-old brother, Eli. Kissing him all over the face, he laughs and begs me to stop. I have mercy on the poor kid and let him go, just to be captured by my father’s arms. “There’s my baby girl!” My dad says as he gives me his famous bear hug and kisses the top of my head, “Are these guys treating my little girl right?” He asks me this every time.

He didn't deserve any of it. Ignoring the awkwardness of the situation, I scooted closer and wrapped him in a hug. It wasn't a romantic gesture, but a simple act of comfort, a way to show him he wasn't alone. He stiffened for a moment, surprised by the sudden contact, but then slowly melted into my embrace.

She was still clinging to me after about five seconds, which I assumed was on account of the alcohol in her system. My daughter tilted her head slightly and then pressed her face against my neck. I could feel hot air streaming out of her nose and playing against my skin. It tickled slightly. After another ten seconds went by, I decided this hug was definitely not a typical hug. Well, maybe she missed me. It had been quite some time since we had seen each other. Feeling sentimental, I squeezed her a little tighter against me, feeling her tits flatten completely.

It is a symphony of shared emotions, an unspoken language that bridged the chasm between us and offered solace in the face of despair. He holds me for as long as I needed him to, not letting go until I had my fill. I felt a surge of warmth coursing through my veins, spreading like wild fire, from where our bodies touch, radiating through every inch of my being, igniting the ember of hope that was so close to be extinguished. I realize that this hug was not merely an act of comfort, but an unspoken affirmation of his unwavering support and affection.