Bubbling Feeling In Heart Novels & Stories

The truth is… my body is so hot and bubbling that I feel sweat dripping down the inside of my blouse. I close my eyes, hiding my face in my hands again, and try to reorder my thoughts, to calm this hammering heart of mine. But there really is something strange with my body... it's almost like I can feel the blood rushing through my veins... like I can hear it flowing inside me.

The images were flying through my head, barraging me. My heart was beating so rapidly, I felt like it was hard to breathe. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't force myself to calm. I couldn't slow down my heartbeat. My blood pulsed throughout my body, throbbing between my legs. An itch had started there, just beneath the surface of my vagina. It begged for me to tickle it.

My hands flew to my mouth as I stagger backwards. This could not be happening to me, this has to be some sort of sick joke. That was the only explanation I could think about. I stop and bend over as I struggled to breathe. My heart felt at one moment like it was shrinking in my chest, then abruptly it starts beating fast against my chest like it could burst out at any moment. My palms were clammy and I could not think of anything else, except that my heart might burst out at any given moment. I felt my knee grow weak and give way under me.

I yelled and walked out of his room. "You know you love me, Jha," His muffled voice echoed in my ear. I shut the door and leaned on it. I held my chest and chased my breath. I'm hyperventilating! My heart, I think it's going to explode. Unexplanable heat rushed into my face when I remembered how his tongue wondered around my mouth. I think my face is burning. I don't even know if it is because of my fever or it is because of the dancing butterfliesin my stomach- no, it's not just butterflies and not just a zoo, it's a whole jungle!

~ANASTASIA~ Have you ever had a heart attack? The one that feels like your heart is on fire? The burning starts small, like a spark, but then it spreads fast; it doesn't stop. No matter how deep you breathe, it's still there—hot, forceful, and unshakeable. If you had it, then you know how I was feeling right now. I opened my mouth and gasped for air, but nothing helped; it was as if a fire was lit in my chest, and it refused to let go.

Thank you," he whispered. His words, they were sincere and it caught me off-guard. My cheeks blushed once again, my heart started beating loudly once again. Something weird is going on inside me and I can't seem to take a hold what it was. My hand reached for my chest in hopes to control its fast heart rate. Max, control your heart. It's alarming. It was as if my chest is about to burst any minute and this is something I haven't really felt before and it's surprising me. With that in thought, I started doing breathing exercise. Breathe in.

I suddenly feels bony fingers on my shoulder and my heart rate spikes. For the love of God! Haven't I had enough for one morning!?

Nothing was wrong, my blood pressure was normal, there were no blockages or anything abnormal. The only wrong thing was that my heart would hurt so much that it felt like it was being ripped apart from the inside. The rate would increase drastically and disrupt the circulatory system and even the airway. Whenever the disease flared up, I would feel pain in my heart to the point of weakness and cold sweats. I would tremble and could lose consciousness.

Calla I suddenly feel a sharp twitch in my chest. My hand shoots up like it’s trying to shove something back into my ribcage, but nothing’s there. Just me, and this… tight, clawing ache that feels too big for my body. I freeze, heart hammering like it’s trying to break free. “What the hell…” I mutter, pressing my palm to my chest. My fingers tremble. My vision blurs, or maybe it’s just my head pounding in rhythm with my heartbeat. Everything feels off, something is wrong.

Do you feel the same spark? LimberJack: I bet you do, but please answer me baby. LonelyGirl: Yes. 100% yes. LonelyGirl: I feel like I can't breath. My pulse is racing and my heart is pounding like I'm freaking running a race. LimberJack: I know you are my needy girl, but this is a marathon, not a sprint. Stay with me. I'm stroking myself so slowly it's almost painful just so I can cum with you.