I'm Hooked On A Feeling Novels & Stories

I know another place where I would like her to turn that red. "A random hook-up." I narrowed my eyes at her. Did she just call me a random hook-up? "Mmhmm." Francesca was clearly enjoying this. "Was he any good?" The tint on her cheeks deepened to a beautiful cherry red. Those cheeks looked so kissable right now. Wait, what am I thinking? The lips looked kissable. Not the cheeks. "He was... okay," I smirked. There, she had done it. . . . ___________________________________

I get lost in lust, the feeling making me reach a certain type of high that I have never experienced. I am so lost in the feeling that I don't feel the door opening and only to snap out of it when I hear dad talking.

she teases, but I’m still simmering. “I love him. I feel–I feel connected to him in an odd way, like even if I wanted to, even if he pisses me off and drives me insane, I won’t be able to give him up, or get rid of him. Like he’s stuck, right here.” I press a finger against my chest, over my heart. “I can’t get him out of there. I won’t be able to, will I? Ever?” “Do you want to?”

Honestly, it was my new favorite word. As she spoke with my mom, her voice reached my ears like a melody—so smooth and warm, I didn’t catch much of what she was saying, but I didn’t need to. The way her voice sounded to me was enough. It was a feeling I couldn’t explain, the pull of the bond was overwhelming. I'd only known her for twenty minutes, but already, I was falling for her. I could feel it in every part of me. This bond… It wasn’t just some mystical connection; it felt like a spell wrapping itself around my heart.

“That was way beyond anything I ever imagined. Is it always like that?” “No. Never. What I thought was the most incredible feeling in the world was nothing, pittance, compared to what I felt tonight with you. I can’t remember a time where I didn’t feel thirsty, didn’t feel like I was missing something, needing something. You have made me feel complete, your blood, your taste, your body, your acceptance of me, it has all combined into a moment where I feel content, happy, sated. It’s not a feeling I’m used to anymore, but one that I’m already addicted to."

The sentiment of being intrigued by my inexplicable feeling. It's an immense source of tranquility for me. “I did it! She is so… exquisite…” My every desire starts and ends with her now. I yearn for her and I lose my senses when she pleads with me in her angelic voice. I couldn't hold myself, all the urges of mine released themselves when this happened and I loved it and lost myself in it. “That's it, Lawrence. You can do this, you can work this out.” I encouraged myself.

He bends down and kissed me; my hands reached his neck and pulled him closer. I couldn't control this intense feeling between us, and I want him, I am craving for him. I never felt anything this intense in my life, his touch, his lips, his tongue, his hands, his breath everything. I want him, and I want him inside me. I want him to fix me and love me, cherish me, I don't want him to hurt or leave me like everyone else, I want him in my life. I love him; I love him like a drug addict.

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

"Fuck!" I need to do something with this! But first, I have to do something with her. She's sleeping peacefully on the bed now. I saw the fear in her eyes. I admit I enjoyed what I did with her. But now I'm hooked ,I take it back.I have to call someone.This is the first time this happens .

This was purely me. Sure thing! Here's a more detailed and casually paraphrased version for you: --- I couldn’t help but touch her. My fingers glided over her smooth curves, and even now, I still felt those electric tingles dancing at the tips of my fingers. It was like something deep inside me was awakening and begging for more. Damn it. This is what addiction feels like.