Feel The Way You Feel Novels & Stories

I am going all the way with this. All the way.

I raised my hips and slid my pants down and off. "I'm gonna fuck you, use you as much as I please," "Yes, I want you to fuck me, use me and fill me with your hot cum, I am naked now." I bemoaned. "Good girl, now rub your pussy and put your finger on your clit, rubbing it. Rub like you want to feel my tongue as I eat your sexy pussy.

to you actually ". "So seeing him made you realize you were gay? meaning you're somehow attracted to him?". My brain jumps into conclusions pretty crazy I know. "What? no of course not, look I saw someone I use to like that was a guy and I did feel something okay, unlike the others, and no it's not feelings or anything, I don't know how to put it but I knew within myself that I'll never look at a woman that way". "So, do I have to kill him? bury his body? just so you feel absolutely nothing at all?".

***Verse 1; I feel strange these days My heart gets cold, like it's a habit I try to act like I'm strong But my feelings for you are so obvious Chorus; What do I do with myself? I keep liking you Taking a step away from you is so hard. *** "Good, very good." Sky gave her a nod and a thumbs up. "At this point, can you sing with a lot of feeling?" "I will try." "I want you, Jessie, to feel this song. Sing it like it happened to you. Well, I don't know what gave you the idea for this song, but I can only assume that whatever it was will be incredibly proud of what you have created with it."

'You put all your faith in my dreams You gave me the world that I wanted What did I do to deserve you? I follow your steps with my feet I walk on the road that you started I need you to know that I heard you, every word I've waited way too long to say Everything you mean to me' I can feel his body relaxing against mine even more as he indulges in listening in my voice as I sing for him. I can feel my cheeks and eyes burning as I reach the chorus. It's not just a song that I decided to sing for him before sleeping.

"My what Monroe? Say it. Because I feel it. I feel it in the way I walk, the way I talk, the way I move, in everything that I do. I can't help but look at you with it in my eyes. I can't help but do it to your body and show you how much I feel it. It's crazy, it's complex, and it's way too fast but I don't care. I feel it baby, and I know you feel it too. Let me tell me you, please?" "Show me."

Can't wait to feel it. Love You!

His voice is desperate, but it only fuels my fire. "Feel," I say firmly, my tone cutting through the tension. "I want you to feel how I feel. I want you to understand the deep ache of betrayal from the one person who taught me how to trust, how to love, how to care, and how to be happy… I want you to experience that sinking feeling of betrayal from the person you love the most, the one you thought would never hurt you."

“Please.” He positioned himself. Pushed inside slowly. We both groaned. “Look at me,” he said. “I want to see you.” I met his eyes. Dark. Intense. Full of something I couldn’t name. He moved slowly. Deep. Making me feel every inch. “This is different,” I said. “What is?” “This. You. The way you—” I couldn’t finish. “The way I what?” “The way you make me feel.” “How do I make you feel?”

I feel so alone. --------------------