Euphoria Visual Novels & Stories

His hands were gripping my thighs tightly that would leave marks, but it numbed by the euphoric pleasure courses throughout my body. "Oh my god, Liam!" I scream as a wave of euphoria washes over me, making my whole body clench around him and my vision go white for a moment. My hearing becomes muffled and my skin feels overwhelmingly sensitive. He lets out a deep groan as we both reached our highs together. His forehead crashes against my shoulder in relaxation, his silk hair sits against my neck as I rest my chin on his broad shoulder. My body feels absolutely weak and numb as my high fades. Our chests rise and fall together while my hearing adjusts back to the sound of the running shower wa

And I did love him, maybe even too much for my heart to contain. “Fuck,” he mumbled and kissed my thighs again. Euphoria unraveled in my veins like a dose of dopamine, skyrocketing me to the point of undiluted satisfaction as he slid his thick fingers in and out. He rubbed a spot deep inside of me, hot pressure expanded, and my head rolled back.

This is our group’s spot for practices, making assignments or projects and for relaxing. There’s a bench that can fit all of us though we often prefer to sit on the ground covered with green grasses. The trees are surrounding the whole place that made it look more relaxing. It’s filled with fresh air in here. Teagan sat on the ground and Yukira laid on his lap. Yunho wrapped his arm around Unira. Their actions made Scarlet and I vomit. “Ew, gross,” Scarlet commented and act as if she’s about to vomit. “Yeah, I don’t want to look at them,” I laughed.

Peter just nodded in agreement and West smiled at him. Slowly, they started moving, finding the right rhythm and when they did, they started swaying along with the music. (Song playing: Ocean Eyes) They're both staring directly at each other' eyes. It seems like Peter forgot about the people around them. It’s only West that he can see. Only those blue eyes. The stars above them are also dancing with the night clouds. West's hand feels cold against Peter's warm one. He's gripping to Peter's waist, hand perfectly fits, as if he owns Peter. Peter gulped as he examined West's face.