Heaven Feels Novels & Stories

With his thumb, he rolled my clit again and the sensation sent a spark to my core and the gates of pleasure were unclenched. I cried out and I grabbed onto him even harder. The intimacy of his eyes, the way it worshipped me… I could lose my mind right here and now. My pussy tightened and pulsed. So this is what heaven felt like? I cried harder as the pressure rushed through my entire body, bathing me in an orgasm that was purely bliss.

He crossed a field where every blade of shimmering grass hummed against his calves as he walked through it, a thousand tiny points of sensation that built on each other until he was breathing faster than the exertion warranted. Everything here touched him. That was the thing. In Heaven he had been untouchable, smooth and sealed and perfectly contained. Here the world got inside him through his skin, through his lungs, through the soles of his feet, and it was overwhelming and he never wanted it to stop.

Her mouth hanging and her face lost all the colors. “Earth Mother!” she exclaimed, feeling scared, relief and confusion. The woman in front of her giggled, “You can also call me that.” Marina’s emotion was mixed, and she felt like puking because of the intense fear and nervousness. ‘Oh my gosh! Did I really when to heaven? Noh! I am now in heaven! I met a Goddess!’ she exclaimed on her head, trying to find one logical sense on why she went in heaven or something, and trying to formulate a single logical reason on how there could be a deity like her conversing with a dead soul. Like, Marina might not be the most pious believer as she never met a deity before, but this just adhere the logic.

Although no one knows what a song actually is, the word ‘’song’’ is still passed down and is kept even after the DEOS is revised. The yawning of sky puts the wind twirling, leaves a circle mark in earth’s soils. leaves dance as the heaven sings, with the sound of his voice, It is there, up above. It is there. The sky river, its coming down is rich cold drops that heals the lair. The harming flares disappear when it pours down, The tears from heaven, when it falls down is a beautiful sound. The life it us give us, in it, we will drown

RHETT I feelher before I even see her. It’s just something in the air, like a shift in the pressure. Like the moment before lightning cracks from the stormy sky. Static charge prickles across my skin, pulsing with intensity as I walk up the path from where I left my truck. And then she appears–like a heavenly angel from a fever dream. Jesus Christ.

he growls, and I feel my head spin from the intensity in his voice. His voice hits me in places I didn't know could ache. It's like he owns me with just those three words. It's sexy in a way that's completely foreign to me, dangerous and magnetic. For the first time in forever, I feel truly alive instead of just existing. The conference room falls deadly silent, all eyes fixed on us like we are performers in some twisted theater. Damon's face shifts from shock to pure anger, then jealousy. His brown eyes narrow as he takes in the scene, and I feel a wicked thrill course through me. Oh, yeah!

Thanks to my extraordinary memory I never forget easily. I sat on the bench and waited for him to arrive. I slid down a little and got comfortable on the bench by resting my head on the back. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of birds chirping and the pitter-patter of the water drops. I started humming a tune. It was so relaxing the smell of grass and the wood and the sound of birds and the water. It felt like I was in paradise. I wished that I could see the scenery. How they say the birds fly and how the sky is blue... Blue... A colour... Colours that I don't see.

I feel bruised, like a fruit dropped to the floor one to many times. The smell of heaven is terribly familiar. Have I died before? I want to open my eyes and take in the city of white, but I struggle to do so. Suddenly, I find myself drifting off again, slipping into a warm darkness. Time is inexistent in heaven. The urge to wake comes to me again, and I do not know how long it has been. An hour? A day? A month? A year? Everything blends together into one long night. But, I have this urge, so this time I try harder than before.

When every moan appears that she was begging for her life and every thrust felt like it was her last move. I have wondered for years how humans can be satisfied of this kind of loving when I always find myself disappointed. I thought they end up miserable for they only know one kind, yet I am wrong. Every time I drew closer, I felt like I needed to climb more, reaching out to something I have yet to find out. Heaven is more like a state of mind; confine into a place of safety, of peace. The feeling that I have seems to flow in my veins, pulsing and I quite like how it temporarily drove me high, as though I were floating. It was overwhelming and I would love to do it over and over again.