He Couldn't Shake Off The Limerence Novels & Stories

The only way to go about this is to either fuck him out of my system or fuck him out of my system! That dosen’t sound right but it’s the only solution! I don’t think I’ll stop pining over him even after tonight and I end up sprailing for months end when I see something or someone I like and I don’t get a taste. It’s a thing with me, it’s how am wired! Sounds crazy but it’s just the way am built and right now. I just need to fuck Mercer Hayes to get over this weird fixation….,no attraction. It’s just a stupid attraction….not a fixation!

It was crammed in my brain and my treacherous body wants to relive it again. I haven't known him for up to a month, so I knew I wasn't emotionally attached to him. How could that even be possible? This stimulating erotic feeling must be influenced by the mate bond, and I knew the best step was to desert him till it stopped, but it didn't. It was embarrassing to know that my body still craved for him even after I promised myself to never let him touch me. I knew my ego had a play in this too but I convinced myself it was normal.

She would forever haunt his every waking moment. He swallowed his beer and tried to focus in on the conversation going on around him, but couldn’t pick up the thread. His thoughts returned to Lisa, Sweet Lisa, and he just didn’t understand what it was about her that had gotten under his skin, why she called to him like a siren. Those bitches were evil and lured sailors to their deaths and he couldn’t help thinking that getting involved with Lisa would have similar consequences. No, he didn’t fear for his life, but he knew that he would not be able to walk away from her unchanged and that scared the shit out of him.

"I wish I had powers of fear." "No, you don't," he pinched my nose. "Lust is way cooler. I can't imagine feeding off fear and trapping people in their own nightmares." "Yeah, that does sound terrible. What's your powers like?" "Desire manipulation. Lust induced paralysis. I can overload your senses-" he grabbed my hand suddenly, my breath hitched as I braced myself for it but he smiled and let me go. "You can't handle it. It'll shatter you. There's life draining kiss-"

Only the moonlight escaped from the curtains, shadowing in the room as the heat off our bodies radiating into each other. I wondered how the morning would be, she would still be mad at me? How am I going to make up to her? But the fear that I was thinking about her constantly sent shivers to my spine. I cannot afford the pain of losing another one, so I must not let my feelings involved. Let it be pleasure and comfort only, as I tried to warn myself my heart already messed up with me. Beating against my ribcage, I swear she would have felt the rhythm against her back. Because it was exceptionally fast, as I was nervous. The fear of getting attach to her was clouding once again over my mind.

Eccedentesiast -Someone who fakes a smile, when all they want to do is cry, disappear and/or die. Ellipsism - The sadness that you'll never able to know how history will turn out. Limerence - An involuntary state of mind which seems to result from a romantic attraction to another person combined with an overwhelming, obssesive need to have one's feelings reciprocated. Alexithymia -Difficult in expriencing, expressing, and describing emotional responses. Trouvaille - Something lovely discovered by chance. Ineffable - Utterly indescribable, too scared to be speak of.

His eyes had flickered to the fallen boxers, then to my face, before he casually picked them up, his gaze holding mine for a beat too long. From that moment, that forbidden flash, I was obsessed. It was like a primal, carnal magnet. I’d tried. God, I’d tried to get over it. There were boys back home, college guys. I’d let them kiss me, touch me, even fumble around a little, but nothing ever hit the spot. Nothing ever made my body hum like the phantom image of his cock. They were… just boys. Not him. Not Liam.

argh. I have tried to fight these feelings, to kill the fire that burned within me for this handsome godly temptation of a man. I always try as much as possible to remind myself that he is off-limits. Totally off-limits, an untouchable dream I can never pursue, a forbidden gift I can never recieve. But no matter how hard i push these emotions aside, they refuse to be silenced, they fucking refuse to be eliminated. Each stolen glance, each accidental brush of our hands, sends shivers of longing and desperate craving down my spine. At times, I feel like I should just die. It's....it keeps driving me nuts. It keeps driving me insane. I can't think clearly whenever I am around him, I can't even

His middle finger continues to swirl, as the maddening sensations radiate outward. It took every bit of my concentration to form the simple words which have been trying desperately to make their way out. "Lucas! Please... you have to..." The word freezes on the tip of my tongue. 'Stop.' It's a simple, one syllable word! Why can't I say it? 'Because you want him to continue!' The shameful thought echoes inside, even as I strained to repress it. 'You want him to keep going, because you love this.' Every fiber of my being wants to argue with this notion, but the ripples of delectable pleasure are making it hard to formulate thoughts of any type.

“Fine. Let’s start then. It’s not going to be easy to explain it all away.” “First off, you didn’t do anything wrong. You were fooled, scammed even by the Lich that had its claws in me for years or even decades before we met. It could take over my body without me, even knowing it. He would force his wants and demands on me from my subconscious. I’m still trying to figure out if I was with you to try and resist him or if I really did feel something for you. I might never know for sure one way or another. I only know that now I don’t have the instinctive drive to find you and be with you. I’m not sure I actually had that, to begin with. I’ve just not had the time to think it through. T