Emotional Short Stories Novels & Stories

I screamed, clutching my chest as my heart slammed so hard it felt violent. I couldn’t stand the pain anymore, and it felt like it was crawling under my skin, begging to be let out. I jumped up, and using the baseball bat, I smashed the clock to smithereens, watching it explode against the wall. Good. Time deserved to die too. Lightning split the sky, and thunder followed like the universe was agreeing with me. I pulled back the blinds and watched the rain slam against the window. A single tear slid down my cheek and landed in my palm, and I stared at it like it offended me.

“It’s so swollen… and your cum is leaking out every time I move. This is crazy, Brock. We could get in so much trouble.” “That’s what makes your pussy drip, doesn’t it?” He reached over and shoved two thick fingers inside me without warning, pumping them hard while still driving. “Danger turns you on. Being my dirty little secret while I’m supposed to be saving lives.” I cried out, hips bucking against his hand. The danger was everywhere, the speeding truck, the emergency call, the possibility of other firefighters noticing something was off. But it only made me wetter. “Please… I need more,” I begged, fucking myself on his fingers.

I was already soaked. Just a little touch, I told myself. Just to relieve the tension. I slipped my fingers inside my panties and rubbed my swollen clit in slow circles. The woman next door screamed as she came, loud and shameless. I bit my lip and rubbed faster, imagining what they were doing— him pounding into her, gripping her hips, maybe choking her lightly. My first orgasm hit me fast and hard. I gasped quietly, thighs shaking as I came on my fingers. But they didn’t stop.

You sound much prettier when you’re actually enjoying it. I froze in horror and shock. My fingers stopped moving. The chat started flooding with confused messages asking why I suddenly stopped. With shaking hands, I quickly ended the stream without saying goodbye. The moment the camera light turned off, I pulled my knees to my chest and stared at the message again. This wasn’t just some random creep in the chat, right? I sat frozen on my bed for almost a full minute, just staring at the message. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to explode. I kept rereading the text over and over again:

"And I decided that if I could turn sex into something transactional, something emotionless, then it couldn't hurt me anymore." He nodded, like he understood completely. "That's not going to work," he said. "What?" I asked. "Trying to separate sex from emotion," he said. "It's not possible. Sex is inherently emotional. You can try to numb yourself to it, but the moment you allow someone inside your body, emotion is involved whether you acknowledge it or not." "That's not your concern," I said.

A child she loved with all her heart and could do absolutely anything just to put a smile on his face. As Belinda stood beside her son in tears, he suddenly looked up and saw her crying. “Mummy why are you crying?” Junior asked but Belinda smiled faintly; “Mummy is fine baby, she just misses you that’s all” she calmly said and they gave each other a warm hug. It was such an emotionally draining day for the devastated woman.

The flames of passion consumed them entirely. Joshua gripped her legs and drew her closer to him, his masculinity infiltrating her femininity even further. Danica's body shook with each thrust from Joshua. She couldn't stop crying since the pleasure was so intense for her. His every thrust was harsh, but she enjoyed it. Every thrust convinced her she was the only one and no one else mattered. He will never grow tired of loving her, no matter how many years pass.

he panted, trying to get his breathing back to normal. ‎ ‎"Really? I've thought about taking your gym shorts off every morning when you walk past my house, but I could not bring myself to do or say anything" I whispered to his lips as he kissed me again. ‎ ‎"Well that makes two of us. I guess we could thank the heat wave, yeah" he added inbetween kisses. ‎

She was breathing harder now, her hand slid to her thigh, her fingers brushing the hem of her skirt, she couldn’t help it, she lifted the skirt slightly and slipped her hand inside her panties, she touched her clit in slow circles, she was damn soaked. Jaxon looked up and saw her hand moving, his eyes darkened instantly, but he didn’t move nor did he stop her. “Keep going,” he said, voice low. “Tell me about the Q&A session.” She moaned softly, her fingers sliding inside herself now. “Someone… someone asked about emotional memory… I can’t…” He set the folder aside, leaned back and watched her. “You can, keep talking.” She stripped the blouse off, no bra, her nipples already hard, her skirt u

Seeing her quivering lips and tears streaming down her cheeks felt to me like a million knives slicing through my heart. "Why...What have I done so horrible to have to be treated like a scumbag by you, huh? Why does..nothing I do to earn your trust, ever get through to you, Hoor? Why...Hoor?" Even without intending to, the words I so desperately tried to hide under the pretense of an unfeeling person; somehow managed to rise up to the surface.