Prolonged Eye Contact Novels & Stories

i have never noticed. Slowly,as if in a slow motion movie.i watch as he raises his head from his phone,as if sensing my eyes on him.our eyes clash.everything and everyone seize to exist at that moment.everyone disappeared and it felt like he was the only one on earth.like he was the only living and breathing thing on earth.he stole my breath away. Our eyes met with a focused intensity, conveying a sense of mutual understanding, attraction and tension. In that moment,our gaze communicated unspoken emotions, thoughts, and desires. The intensity of the eye contact was a powerful and intimate connection. fostering a sense of closeness and intrigue..

And then, for a reason I could not explain, his eyes found mine. Not the crowd. Not the signs. Not the people pressing forward with their phones out. But mine!!! It lasted two seconds at most. Maybe less. But it happened in that direct, unhurried eye contact, like he had looked across the distance and found something specific rather than just scanning the general area. Then he looked away and started walking toward the entrance, the crowd parting around him, the bodyguards creating a moving perimeter that kept everyone at a respectful distance. I stood where I was and let out a slow breath.

“Mission three: Initiate prolonged eye contact.” I froze. Dream blinked. “…What.” I forced a smile. “Nothing.” He crossed his arms. “Tell me.” I looked at him. And held his gaze. Direct. Unwavering. Intentional. His breath hitched slightly. “What are you doing,” he asked softly. “Nothing.” “You’re staring.” “I’m observing.” “For what.” “For… structural integrity.” He almost laughed. “Structural integrity.” “Yes.” We stood there like that for several seconds.

If we're happy with the amount of money we make, he lets us dance in little lingerie outfits. I lock my knee on the pole as I climb on it, then release the grip I have with my hands, and swirl around it, slowly falling to the ground. I look at the watchers again, trying to catch another pair of eyes. The reason is simple: an eye contact is the most intimate form of interaction you can have with someone you're not speaking to. Make an eye contact with someone and you immediately feel at least a little connected to them. Or as it is in my current situation, make an eye contact with someone and they might pay you to dance for them in a private room.

Anyone could see she wasn't joking with the fake relationship thing. She raised her head to settle her studying gaze on me. "What?" I snapped. "You don't mind having physical or eye contact with me in the public, right?" She put out the question. "It's just physical and eye contact...." "It's not just any physical or eye contact, Harry" She insisted. "We could be glaring at each other and you could be grabbing my arm angrily, you know those are also physical and eye contact right? But that is not what we need, we need something romantic" She elaborated.

He didn’t stop. He kept coming until our noses were almost touching. Something from a book I read once flicked through my head: always make eye contact. So I lifted my chin even though my hands shook and my heart raced. I looked at him with my doe eyes and held it. Time slowed. Our breaths mixed. His eyes flicked to my lips and lingered. I parted my mouth without thinking. I swear I heard a hitch in his throat before he snapped his gaze back to my eyes.

The happy man from earlier seemed to have disappeared the second his eyes pulled away from the bubbly woman he was mated to. I held his gaze, waiting to see if he would say something or if he was just going to continue to stare me down. There was no doubt that I looked crazy. About thirty seconds in, I decided I wouldn't just be holding his glare. If I was going to maintain eye contact with him, it would be a challenge to see who would blink first. I didn't say anything, but the lack of movement in his eyelids, let me know that he was in on my challenge.

My pussy was overflooded with juices, lust bled through my veins. He lowered his eyes to look at me. Our eyes met and an electric current surged through me. He was eyeing me with so much longing, as though he would die if I walked away from him. Our gaze locked, he bent lower until our faces were inches apart. His labored and heavy breathing hit my face as he looked deeply into my eyes. His pace increased as though fueled by our eye contact. I gasped in pain but he didn't let up. He just continued to stare at me, entranced.

"How do I fix it, sir?" "Good question. From now on, whenever we're talking, you must look me in the eye for five seconds. Five. Before you look away. I will be counting! And when you look away, you have to look again after three seconds. Five. Then three. Then five... then three." Moments passed, then he added. "Starting now. Five on me, three away. Look at me!" She did. But couldn't make it to five seconds, but she found herself smiling for no reason. Perhaps the reason was the fact that she was too happy that her little revelation bothered him this much. She caught that hot, yearning look in his eyes when she smiled but it vanished quickly.

he said again, gently holding my chin to align our gazes. Electricity surged through my body as our skin touched. I could feel myself starting to sweat, even though it was cold outside. “If you’re talking to me, don’t even think about looking away. Look into my eyes, baby. I absolutely crave those mesmerizing eyes of yours. They’re pretty damn addictive. So, yeah, make sure to give me a good dose of eye contact. Do you understand, hmm?”