I'm Hooked On A Feeling Novels & Stories

Monique was becoming my new addiction. Every time I was with her, it was a rush—like that first hit, sending a jolt through me that I couldn't get enough of. But even when she wasn't around, she lingered in my system. The memory of her, the scent of her skin, the way she looked at me like she saw something beyond the surface, it clung to me. I could still feel her under my fingertips, and it was driving me mad.

I called out into the dark even as a twig broke and a Cold wind whistled. My common sense would have asked me to run, but once again I decided to be the fool even as a cold fever traveled down my soul. I was beginning to learn I was not the best at making decisions. I closed my eyes, and let the music sink in again, this time wishing I could only flip a switch to get rid of this feeling that was making me so fucking sick. The feeling of not being alone. When I opened them, I still felt it—a fascination so deep in my skin, I still felt that tangle and it was like it had always been there dormant waiting for an opportunity like this to strike.

The sound of it makes something in me unravel. My thoughts blur at the edges, narrowing until there is only sensation and memory tangled together. The moonlight feels brighter now, like it is watching, like it understands. The Decade Mate Moon. As if it knows exactly why my body feels like this. As if it is reminding me that this bond is real, even when distance makes it ache. My breathing grows shallow. Every nerve feels awake, tuned too tightly. The feeling builds slowly, deliberately, like a wave that keeps rising without breaking. I ride it, let it carry me, let the longing burn instead of pushing it down.

she whispered, body already responding, heart hammering. That night, alone in her apartment after the visit, she lay back on her bed, the memory of him fresh and vivid. The vibrator hummed to life beneath her fingers as she let herself relive every moment: the drive, his voice, his gaze, the command behind every word. Her climax was sharper, harder, the fantasy of his control making every pulse and shiver more intense than before. By Sunday, she realized something undeniable: she was hooked. Not just by the allure of his wealth or dominance, but by the raw, unrestrained pleasure and tension that accompanied it. Every thought, every move, and every anticipation of him held the thrill she had

It was like they were both possessed slightly and they both felt the heat and hunger that was building between them. Her tiny hands were roaming his back and they were molding the heat within him. He knew that he wanted to slow this down. With her this had to be different though she was riding into the flames at full speed. This was not the same as any other quick deal. He knew that though he had no control of himself. He couldn’t even think about anything but the feeling of her skin. The silken skin that was more powerful than any drug and he knew he was hooked and addicted for life.

Gimme back my money Didn't learn a damn thing, honey, from you Except how to lie and cheat while inside the sheets Stop calling me your bunny I won't hop and you don't own me Do you? I bet you think you do, well, you don't After feeling everything at once , my heart goes numb. I feel emotionless , like there is no use in feeling anymore. I outstretch my arm , my fingertips come into contact with the showers knob. I feel the heat from it’s knob burn my hands , and I slowly start to turn it. I feel nothing – or rather I feel the heat but do not worry about the pain I feel. I feel the water’s pressure decreases a bit , and slowly the water turns starts cooling down. After closing the cold water

My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, a tangled mess of feelings I couldn't quite sort through. I’d never felt this way before, but deep down, I knew. This strange connection between us was because he fed on me. When his heart quickened, mine followed, a synchronized rhythm I had no control over. I felt connected to him, drawn into his world, his influence coursing through me. If words could describe it, I’d say I was caught in his trance, an invisible thread binding us together.

I have tasted them not once, not twice, but how many times? Gosh! What am I feeling? What is this that I am craving? Why am I thinking of him this way? I am not myself right now, and recalling the times I felt these sugar lips dance on mine is an impossible thing to get out of my mind. The only thing I know is that this sin before me is irresistible. It is so powerful, so tempting, so... ooh, what are you doing to me, Deep? "Hear or feel?" Damn his voice!

It felt like the time stopped and revolved with me and Ace. I felt something building up inside me. An unfamiliar feeling that makes my toe curl more. I don’t want him to stop. This feeling is addicting. My pulse was getting faster just like his tongue. I moaned more. This is possessing. Every flick of his tongue is making me crazy. Suddenly, I felt like something inside me exploded. Like a firework in the night sky. I’ve reached the point of intensity. It felt so great that I almost broke my spine from arching my back. I felt evoked, like something inside me was awakened. I never had this kind of feeling before.

his thumb brushed my swollen lip, making me shiver— “I won’t be so gentle.” The words sank into me, dark and thrilling, and for the first time that night, I realized I wasn’t afraid at all. I was hooked.