Long Awaited Feelings Novels & Stories

Upon seeing how silent I was, Ian said irritably, "Just tell me what you want from me. We're going to my parents' place this afternoon, so stop with that long face of yours." I have been married to him for eight years, but I have never gotten pregnant. His parents never said anything outright, but their disappointment grew with each passing year. They'd make passive-aggressive jabs every time we had a meal together. Ian would just watch silently, only changing the subject when he saw I was at my breaking point. I used to think that he was stepping in to spare my feelings. But now, I realized that he simply counted on me to put up with everything.

A dark, simmering anticipation. He hadn't said goodbye; he had given me a command. He hadn't left me; he had put me on a leash and told me to wait. I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, a slow, wicked smile spreading across my lips. One year. Three hundred and sixty-five days of longing, of imagining what he would do to me when he returned. I closed my eyes and could almost feel his hand around my throat, his voice whispering in my ear.

My fingers trembled with emotion as I poured my heart into the message, expressing the depth of my feelings. Pressing the send button, I placed my phone down on the table, my breaths coming out harshly in anger and frustration. The seconds seemed to stretch into eternity as I waited for her reply. I watched the chat screen intently, seeing her typing status appear after what felt like an agonizingly long five minutes. The anticipation in those moments was unbearable, and I clenched my fists, trying to keep my emotions in check. I knew that her response could either aggravate my anger or possibly offer some explanation for her actions.

She waited like that until the middle of the night. Only after my friend and I had finished hanging out at a karaoke bar did we finally head toward the cafe at an unhurried pace. The truth was, we were really only passing by on the way back. I hadn't expected Samantha actually to wait outside until three in the morning. The moment she saw me, her eyes turned red, and tears started streaming down her face. "Caleb," she said, her voice breaking, "do you know how long I've been waiting for you? Why are you only here now? I thought you weren't coming."

I could now understand how Maxwell felt waiting up for me and having to know I was in the arms of another. I couldn't go back to my friends, there was no thrill I felt hanging out with them anymore. Days had turned into a week and I haven't heard a thing from him. I hoped and pray that maybe, he come grab me the way he does. I would sometimes get all tired waiting for him to show himself to me at least. I couldn't get him off my head, and I couldn't understand why. I stayed up late sometimes, thinking about him and it was annoying at some point, but if I was being sincere to myself, he was all I could think of, at all times.

She couldn’t find any. She felt herself being torn in half. Every inch of her body and mind wanted him. This was the man she had been pining over for ten long years. She wanted Landon more than she had ever wanted any other man. She could barely contain her excitement and hold back the desire pulsing through her. On the other hand, she couldn’t take another heartbreak. She could tell she would fall for him. Hard. She was already having a hard time telling her heart to slow down and stop getting so excited around him.

It was as if the world around me faded into the background, and all that mattered was the longing to be reunited with the person who held my heart. Emotions swirled within me, a mix of nostalgia, love, and a touch of sadness. I couldn't help but wonder what Hardin was doing at that very moment, whether he missed me as much as I missed him. The desire to see him grew stronger with each passing second, and I yearned for the day when our paths would cross once more. And just then I noticed a tingling sensation down my legs, I could feel the wetness of my pussy through my clothes, I couldn't believe I was aroused just by thinking about Hardin.

Deny me something I had needed for longer than I had needed air. The moment felt like forever, but the longing and heat grew rapidly with every passing second. As if the next few moments could hold all that I couldn't feel in the last six years. It grew inside of my chest and I swore I could feel my heart beating again. This was agony, to touch something you had wanted for so long but you couldn't get a grip on it fully.

"You know, I used to fantasize about you every night, touching me like this. Do you know how many nights I've masturbated to the thought of you?" I forced myself to laugh, as bile rose in my throat. "Really? I didn't know." "Oh, baby. You were all I could think about. And, now, I finally have you. It feels surreal. All these years, all this time, it was you. Even when we were apart, even when you were with him, it was only ever you. No one else has ever made me feel the way you did. I've been waiting for this moment. Now, that I finally have you, I can't stop myself. It's been so long. Too long. I need you. I want you. Now."

A flood of memories rushed in, and my heart seemed to beat louder with each passing second. Releasing my grip on the teenager's collar, I was lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Excitement mixed with trepidation, hope mingled with fear, and a sense of numbness washed over me, as if shielding myself from getting hurt again. The weight of anticipation felt heavy in my chest, and I couldn't resist covering my heart with my hand, trying to steady myself. It has been five long years, and finally, I might have the possibility of news of Chloe.