Excite Me Novels & Stories

A familiar buzz of excitement shoots through my veins. I'm going to turn this place into ashes by the time I'm done.

Be ready. Breathless, I drop the phone. It clatters on the tile. I lean against the sink, legs trembling. Fear. Cold, sharp. But something else, too. An immediate, guilty excitement that ignites my entire being. My sex throbs, remembering. My mark seems to burn more intensely, as if awakened by his message. Next time. Further. Deeper.

Looking at his reaction, an indescribable sense of pleasure surged within me. This pleasure drove me to speak even more. I felt dizzy and my body seemed to burn, but my spirit was extremely exhilarated. I disregarded everything else, just wanting to vent my anger. I was eager to do so without delay.

Anticipation The following morning, I stirred from sleep at precisely 7 a.m., a vibrant glow of excitement still coursing through me from the unforgettable day spent with Ms. Tiffany Grand. She had transformed my transition into an extraordinary journey, and I could hardly contain my exuberance. As I stretched, I felt rejuvenated and invigorated by a newfound sense of sensuality and self-assurance. For the first time, I was genuinely thrilled to step into my authentic self, ready to unveil both my striking new appearance and my bold attitude.

Something I couldn’t ignore. Me: Yes, I’m. As soon as I sent the message, I felt a mix of anticipation and guilt. I shouldn’t be engaging with Aiden like this, not when I was committed to someone else. But the thrill was too much to resist. There was a dangerous allure to our conversations, a sense of excitement that I didn’t feel anywhere else. With my friends, everything was familiar and safe, but with Aiden… it was different. It was thrilling, intoxicating.

It won’t be traceable to me even if pros are involved in an investigation. The thrill of starting an unquenchable fire without needing gasoline sounds fulfilling. And boy does my toes curl and blood rush with excitement by just thinking about it.

Their eyes widen as I add in pure excitement, “It’s coming!”

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ I'm buzzed. Just a little. Not with liquor but buzzing with excitement. I don't know what I'm more excited about: seeing Winter after her makeover or getting these pictures over with and having an actual enjoyable and stress free night where we can just chill.

} Then, because I know exactly how I sound when I get excited about nonsense: {And no, before you ask, I haven’t joined a cult. Yet.} I hit send, looked back at the wall, and felt that bright ugly thrill move through me all over again. Whatever this was, it wasn’t nothing.

The idea is terrifying. It’s also the most exciting thing I’ve heard in years. I press "Link Accounts."