Excite Me Novels & Stories

There was this light that wanting to meet him again brought to me this morning. But the thing is: What do I say? Should I be excited? I am excited. But I should be very excited, or excited enough to match his energy. And even though I am excited, I don't think I could possibly be as excited as he is. I am flawed. I can’t muster it. But I typed anyway. “Morning! I am so very excited to see you again. Cute Miles ❤️” Less than few seconds later, he sent back a text. "❤️❤️❤️"

“Okay,” I replied firmly, much to his surprise and pleasure. I didn’t miss the look of desire and lust burning in his gaze, nor could I miss the shudder of excitement that threatened to wrack down through my body. It was a deal, yet I wasn’t able to shake off the exhilaration at the thought of being marked by them.

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.

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.

} 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 so depraved, so over-the-top, so utterly unhinged, it sends a fresh jolt of excitement through me, my pussy gushing harder. I’m going to do it. I’m going to ride this edge until I’m screaming, until my body betrays me in the best way, until I’m a sobbing, squirting mess. For him. For the office camera watching.

When I saw that Scott has sent me a message, I was in rage by his behavior before. I saw the message:- Scott: Hey, Sarah. I know I came to you all of a sudden today, you were upset. I should have told you first that I really very like you a lot. I want you to be mine. I love your every part of your body. I also love your voice. I love the way you help others. You are so kind. You are so cute. I could not stop thinking about you since the day I saw you. I really like you. Please Reply.

Will he remember me? Excitement swirls in my belly as think of everything that I have been wanting to ask him. This day has been coming so long that I have no longer been expecting it. It was more like a wistful dream. Now, I am so excited that I can hardly contain it. Before I know it, I begin to grow a little lightheaded with my excitement. And then, I fall, face first, onto the concrete.

What I feel. It only took three meetings, but I feel too much. Too much excitement. Too much joy. Too much lust. That need to be near someone and know everything about them. It's been a long time since I've felt like this, and I am desperate to grasp it as long as possible. The air inside the car right now is actually crackling as if I'm creating my own static. I hope to god River doesn't notice because there is no other explanation for the electricity emanating from me other than the truth.

I smile, reading a comment where a girl asks me to describe the hot guy I’ll be spending the week with. I’m excited about today—and it feels good to finally be excited about something in my life.