Feel Special Novels & Stories

She was mine and I was hers. "I am just helping you to relax." Fel's sultry voice was like a song. It reminded me of my encounter with Amoria. Yet, different. With Fel, I wasn't annoyed or worried. It was natural like this was all familiar, even though I had never experienced this before. "You seem tense, stressed. I want to make you feel better. I didn't like it when you are sad."

let just get to what we have to do and stop whining like a girl" "Am just happy my friend".

I am feeling a certain someone. Close.

"I don't even know how the fuck I'm feeling, how sad is that? I don't know what these strange feelings in me are because I've never felt anything like this before. I don't know how it began, I don't know where it came from, all I know is that they're here and I'm so fucking confused!" Chris looked like he wanted to say something but I spoke again, "I don't know how to explain this giddy and exquisite feeling I get whenever I'm with Dean. I don't know how to explain the way my skin shivers at a mere contact of his on mine. I don't know understand how happy I get when I'm with him; when he says sweet things to me, when he tucks my hair behind my ear, when he looks at me like I'm important, whe

It's a warm and happy feeling, a feeling of fullness and contentment, like my heart is brimming. He gives me butterflies.

Jay postrates like a celebrity and we both walk back to the table. A new feeling popped in to my heart. Its new and strange too. Like something really strong. A feeling of attachment and longing. Just looking at Jay I feel so much comfort. Like I've found my missing piece. I can't be more happier and I guess that's what I'm feeling right now. LOVE.

Even with the years I spent with Soren, I have never been that happy and special all my life. I felt like I had never been treated special before like my life was a blur and not even a single moment to hold dear and to call special. Yesterday, I felt the real meaning of cloud 9, the trilled feeling, the sweetness that kept on washing through me each now and then, the touch of his fingers on me, and in me, and that of his dick. The slight pain that felt so sweet and promising, his caressing, his lingering bits, and his hot tongue all over me.

Operation Stop Feeling didn’t start well when I got back to England. First of all, I didn’t care much for feelings. That didn’t mean I didn’t feel anything. I could be sad, happy, hungry, amused, and jealous. I hated a lot of people more than most kids my age and I loved a little. Mostly my baby brother, who couldn’t talk back, so he couldn’t annoy me. But I also loved some other things. Polo, Christmas, and sticking my tongue out when it rained. The taste of winter.

Now I'm sensitive, worn out, and covered in cum. Best birthday ever!

Waking up in a house, where you don't feel oppressed, there are no aggressions and no people who look at you like an unpleasant bug, is the best feeling in the world, and today is that wonderful day. The sun beating down on my face, brought such a nice feeling, as if its warmth was hugging me and inviting me to be by your side, like a warm hug, the only one I could remember was Susan's hugs, her strawberry pie smell and her lavender scented perfume made me feel welcome.