Careless Whisper Lyrics Novels & Stories

I whispered. He kissed me then—slow, careful, reverent—before sliding his hand back down, slipping between my legs again. His fingers circled my clit gently, coaxing pleasure to drown the nerves. "Let me make you feel good first," he murmured. "So you’ll be ready. So it won’t hurt." I gasped when his fingers pressed lower, teasing my entrance. He took his time, carefully easing a single thick finger inside. The stretch burned slightly, foreign and unfamiliar, and I winced, biting my lip.

"Another shot of whiskey, please, bartender; keep it coming till I don't remember at all how bad it hurts when you're gone. Turn the music up a little bit louder; you just have to get past the midnight hour. Maybe tomorrow it won't be this hard. Who am I kidding? I know what I'm missing." We laughed at how we sounded but didn't care if we sounded like dying whales when we started singing at the top of our lungs. "I had my heart set on you, but nothing else hurts like you do. Who knew that love was so cruel? Yeah, yeah, yeah. And I waited and waited so long for someone who'd never come home. It's my fault for thinking you'd be true, yeah, yeah. I'm just a fool." I suddenly lost my balance whe

She’d already lost Whitney once before due to her own jealous ignorance, she wasn’t about to let it happen again. For any reason. ******************** | Whitney | What’s taking Hollis so long? I hope she’s alright. Whitney craned her curly haired head a bit with a frown, keeping her light brown eyes locked on the direction her blonde lover had disappeared in some time ago. "The sun’s still shining in the big blue sky But it don’t mean nothing to me Oh, let the rain come down Let the wind blow through me I’m living in an empty room With all the windows smashed

~ Camilla I don’t care. I don’t care. I do not care. The words left my lips in a sharp whisper, the same way you mutter prayers you don’t really believe in but desperately hope will stick. I walked briskly down the hall, heels clicking too loud, echoing back at me like mocking laughter. My chest felt tight, my throat burned, and still, still, I forced the mantra out. I don’t care. I don’t care. He can do whatever he wants.

I whimper as I whisper, “Why?”

he whispers. “I love you”

He will give me an award if I make him say Amazing with my stories, and I definitely will. I never thought that he was this rich, the car looks expensive, and the smell is pleasant. It's relaxing, while we hear some rock music playing on his radio. Then suddenly a love song is playing, and it's very awkward for us to listen to it. So I look at his radio and change the channel, and again another love song is playing. I sigh and try again, and unexpectedly Careless Whisper by George Michael starts to play. I gulp while listening to the intro, and suddenly our stares meet each other.

His head was bowed slightly, eyes closed as he let the lyrics fall from his lips, raw and unfiltered. > "I touch you in my dreams, but you’re never really there, A ghost in my arms, slipping through the air…" > "I chase the sound of your voice, but it’s always just a whisper, A shadow in the night, gone before I can kiss her." > "Tell me, do you hear me calling? Do you feel my hands reach through the dark?" > "I am lost in this quiet, drowning in the silence… But I still know the shape of your heart."

A whisper says close to my ear. You were always meant to be mine. Then, darkness fell.

No reply. I whispered into the darkness “Who are you?”