Feel The Way You Feel Novels & Stories

His face resting in the crook of my neck. I sit still and stiff for a moment until I realize what's happening and hug him back. His arms tighten around me and pull me impossibly closer. His vanilla scent engulfing my nose as I feel him relax against me. His breathing slowing down as my heart races in my chest. Can he feel that? Can he feel his effect on me? The way my heart beats erratically when he's close and how my breaths become shallow? The moment passes and he lets go, slowly moving away from me.

Is this how it feels? Enjoy reading - T

I felt a wave of DÉJÀ VU I felt down My heart almost throbbing out of place My imagination going wide I feel my emotions disheveled My emotions trying to balance This weird feeling haunting me I keep praying vehemently I felt so low Happy at myself Disappointed with my feelings The feelings that refused to go away I feel so hopeless I need someone to trust with this secret Can I find one? I will keep waiting Waiting, controlling, and disciplining myself To keep this feeling at bay I pray in my heart To tell the right person

Do prosperity you feel, far from things you don’t possess. Enjoy what you have within, what you carry in thee. Set self free. Let self dance. Let self feel the wind’s touch, the sound’s flow. The joyous song cannot be ugly. You know. You sing. Sing to the pleasure of time, sing to the pleasure in time. You set self free. Feel nothing less, nothing much more. You be free to feel the flow, as if you are the stream, as if you are of your own religion, your own creed. Set self free. You set self free. Let self dance. Let self feel.

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

“Oh my sweet little kitten.” Do you know how fast my heart almost gave up? Do you know how fast my stomach dropped into my toes? “Oh my tight pussy. How do you feel?” How do I feel? Really? Do you want me to tell you? Do you want the whole fucking list? Because let me tell you right now, I feel like dying, I feel like choking, I feel like my ribs are breaking again, I feel like my brain is trying to crawl out of my skull because it cannot process this.

Everything feels good. “AAAAAH,” a loud moan escapes me as First Guy suddenly thrusts into me balls deep without even having to line up with me. His cock stretches me, filling every possible space inside, but there’s no discomfort because I’m dripping wet and ready to welcome the guest. My eyes roll back as he starts pushing in and out of me fast, hitting all the right spots every time. It feels so good. The sensations blur together into one intense feeling, almost overwhelming. My vision becomes hazy, and I feel like I’m floating in a soft, pillowy cloud. With such intensity, it doesn’t take long for us to come undone.

The word felt strangely distant to Camila. Ever since everything had happened at home, all the so-called friends she once had had disappeared one by one. Since then, she had never truly believed in friendship again. For Liam, Camila didn’t dislike him, but she wasn’t anywhere near the point of trusting him. “No. Thanks for being nice, but I still prefer walking alone.” Her rejection was direct and clean. The moment she said it, Camila quickened her pace, clearly trying to leave him behind. Liam stopped for a second and watched her back.

"Goodnight Daddy." He did not answer. But I knew this was only the beginning. I went up to my room with his taste still on my tongue and his fingers still burning inside me. The rain kept falling but I was no longer scared of it. I was scared of how much I wanted more. **100 Ways to Damn Yourself**

Or at least, that's what I'd thought love was supposed to feel like. I'd never felt anything remotely like that with Felix. Felix was kind and attentive in the way that made you feel like he was checking a box. Sitting across from him at a table meant nothing. He could have been anyone. I could have been anyone. We were just two polite people filling space in an evening. Callum was the same. A good man, genuinely interested in me, but when I looked at him there was just... nothing. No spark. No feeling of being seen. He wanted to build something, but I wasn't the specific thing he wanted—I was just the available option.