Excite Me Novels & Stories

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.

I flew for hours to feel some thrill, and I knew I would find it here, I just hadn't thought how fast it would be. Adrenaline. - Excuse me - I say to the girl behind the counter - Two coffees, please.

And to worsen the situation, Carrie began to snore, reminding him of the way his grandfather always did when he was still alive. "What is that noise?" Miss Hampton had asked, jolting him out of his thoughts. "Carrie Thompson, wake up this instant!" She ordered furiously. Carrie flung open her eyes at the sound of her voice and raised her head up immediately. Her glasses that was almost falling off her eyes finally fell to the floor and cracked. A thin trail of saliva hung by the side of her mouth. She rubbed her eyes with her handkerchief and looked up, only to find a furry-faced Miss Maryanne and whole class staring at her. She became shy at the realisation of what had happened and could no

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In your adult days—that span where you most likely first experienced a midlife crisis, were you still able to feel great excitement each day of your waking? The same kind of excitement we used to have when we were kids? The same excitement toddlers used to have that restricts them from sleeping? The kind of excitement that seems to highlight the color of your life you weren't expecting the kind of glow was possible? The adrenaline, the consistent and uncontrollable innocent grin and the tippy toes that just seem to not know how to calm down? That kind of excitement? I hope you still did. Because in my case…I do.

It’s about knowing the consequences but getting lost in the thrill ; it’s about risking it all for a few seconds of imitation heaven. It’s the fear that gets me hungry , it’s the fear that attracts my interest. Oh , how safe I would be if I did not constantly throw myself into the arms of the beasts that roam the earth. Oh, how safe I would be if I took shelter in the arms of those who offered me safety , instead of constantly sticking my head inside the lion’s mouth. Like a magnet , they attract me – like a magnet , they pull my interest to them. When attracted , all I am able to do is chase after that high , chance after that few moments of exciting bliss.

I got ready for work with a tingle in my gut I was unfamiliar with. Excitement. It was most definitely ‘excitement’. Not the thrill of closing a big filtration deal, or scoring full marks on our quarterly client surveys. Not the thrill of presenting new filter technology at an industry seminar with everyone nodding their appreciation. Not even the thrill of jerking one off into my palm over a dirty girl’s first time anal fantasy. This was different. Soft and sickly and borderline irritating. I hated how tight I clung onto that feeling all the way to the office, and hated the way it kicked up a notch when I spotted little Mae with her overnight bag all packed at her desk ready to go.

Anxiety surges, quickly replaced by fear—then relief—then excitement. My lungs pull in air sharply at the sound of the submission ding. Did I really click that button absentmindedly while daydreaming? The adrenaline rush hits hard, like the moment you realize you’ve sent a text to the wrong person. Except this isn’t a text—it’s a neon sign screaming my intentions into the void of cyberspace.

I suppress a giggle, imagining Julian’s reaction to seeing me in this… Somehow, this idea excites me, bringing a tickle to my belly and making my entrance slightly wet. “Oh no, this is dangerous…” I think, pressing my thighs together, having some wild ideas.

The note read, with Leo's signature placed beneath it. Ismael felt an overwhelming excitement, flush through his body, an irreparable desire of thoughts, making wave upon his mind, the “what ifs and buts” steadily following it, up on till the point he felt his head slightly arche, making him whimp. “Enough” he said to himself, falling upon the bed, in search of a quick nap, to ease up whatever tension his mind had built and what he sort he got, but seemly a little much more.