I'm Hooked On A Feeling Novels & Stories

I can’t help the huge smile plastered on my face for the whole damn club to see. I don’t know why, but I find the rhythm of her body intoxicating, and I haven’t even had a drop of alcohol! I didn’t know you could actually be drunk on a feeling of happiness. I want to spend forever just feeling like this. This lightness... This... Rightness! It’s all I’ve ever wanted...

“Round three after dinner. Keep that hole ready for me.” The hook was set. I was addicted.

Instead, I have this feeling of… What am I feeling?

He didn’t blink. I nodded, rubbing my arms. "Too fast. Too hard. It doesn’t feel... right." He walked beside me, his pace matching mine. "I felt something too. Around dawn. Like someone shoved a hook in my chest and yanked." "It’s all of you now," I whispered. "I can feel every one of you. Even when I’m not trying. It’s like I’m wired to you." "That’s not how it’s supposed to work," he said.

I'd only just slept with her yesterday, and now, it seemed like I'd already gotten her hooked on me. After all, it made sense for anyone to become addicted to the feeling after tasting it for the first time.

The water cascades over us, oh it’s hot and relentless, steam curling like smoke in the dim bathroom light. “Just a Fan” by Teezo Touchdown hums faintly from my phone on the sink—slow, sultry beat syncing with my racing pulse, just the right kind of music to set the mood. Christian’s soft lips are on mine, gentle at first, always gentle at first, but I feel the hunger building, his tongue slipping in to taste me deeper, like he’s drinking me in.

I stood on legs that still felt like jelly and slipped out the door. The hallway was empty thank god. But every step made cum drip down my thighs made my sore pussy throb made my neck ache in the best worst way. As I walked back to my dorm, my mind was spinning, my body wrecked. I knew one thing for sure I was hooked completely fucked. I couldn’t wait to come back for more

His touch, taste, and smell sank so deep they filled the cracks of my heart. He was becoming a drug—an addiction I would have to feed every day. From the recent hit, euphoria filled my veins and relaxed my limbs. He was an infatuation, a craving, a need. And I was sure this was never love. But as my fingers ran down his tie and rested on his chest— Bu-bum. Bu-bum. Bu-bum. His heartbeat raced for me.

Aaron was like a spark, igniting emotions in me that no boy had ever touched before. As I looked at him, it felt as if I was caught in a trance, overwhelmed by a powerful mix of desire and energy pulling me toward him like gravity. In that moment, he became the very center of a world I yearned to explore. The air around us thickened with unspoken tension, heightening my senses and awakening a deep longing inside me.