What Does A Crush Feel Like Novels & Stories

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.

His cupid's bow was elegantly grooved under his tall nose. It was a sight that made her recall the feelings she felt when his lips touched hers. An electrifying sensation slid inside her down to her heart. Just the thought of it made her stomach flutter and her heart beat fast. Passionately. Just like him. It was a special feeling that she never felt before. Sure, she felt butterflies in her stomach because of her crush. But no one made her breathless as Zacharias did. It was both physical and emotional. Although his music reached her early on, he was only able to nudge and touch her at this extreme.

Crush assures me she’s not pregnant and that’s all I need. She’s obviously nervous though, and timid. Still learning to trust me and there’s no way in hell I can ruin that. And I better not blow right away, Goddess I should have jerked off today. It’s been so damn long since I felt a female. I drop the condoms on the nightstand and carefully move over her. She lays completely still, her succulent breasts heaving with her heavy breaths. Crush demands I relax her and I’m not sure how to do that. Any sex I’ve ever had was straight to the point after a little foreplay. This is different, SHE is different in every way. Though we’re both still complete strangers to each other.

Thirty Nine Trisha POV The air felt thick in my lungs, each breath a deliberate effort. For an hour, the words had been a knot in my throat, and I was finally ready to try and untangle them. Erik would think I was a child. Or worse, insane. But the gnawing uncertainty was worse than his potential mockery. “Erik…” My voice was barely a whisper. “What does… what does a crush feel like?” Erik’s head tilted, his expression shifting from playful mischief to sharp, unconcealed intrigue. “A crush?” he repeated, the word hanging between us. “As in… you want to rip someone’s clothes off?”

I let out a string of raspy gasps as my chest felt squeezed and as though a great weight was crushing my ribs. With each convulsion, my body trembled, and I buried my face in my hands to shut out the outside world. Short, shallow gasps of breath rushed from my chest as my heart felt like it was going to explode. My feelings were so strong that I felt trapped, helpless, and overwhelmed.

After the excruciating pangs brought on by her love for her beloved Lord, she is still experiencing aftershock in her chest and finds it difficult to breathe, as if she is suffocating. She likens her inexplicable feelings to an earthquake that gives her a quick, violent attack, causing her heart to race a thousand miles per hour and soar to a higher plane, only to wake up with a wet pillow.” Even when I'm awake and sitting on my own bed, I can still feel it!"

the connection which feels far more than something just physical. The second it happens, everything inside me feels like it’s swirling, crashing, spinning all at once. It’s not just passion or need... it’s more. Way more. It’s this wild rush that climbs higher and higher inside me until I feel like I might burst just from feeling too much. It’s so much. So real. So intense it brings tears to my eyes. Not from pain. Not from fear. But from this aching kind of peace that settles deep in my chest.

"You’re taking all of me. Look at how tight you are. It’s like you’re trying to crush me, Iris." He doesn't stop until he is buried to the deeper hilt. The impact of his pubic bone slamming against mine is a sweet, heavy thud that echoes through my entire skeleton. I am stretched to my limit breaking point, my breath coming in short, panicked hitches. I am impaled on him, pinned to the desk by his immense weight, and for a long moment, the only thing I can hear is the fast thudding of our hearts.

A pressure built in my stomach and I didn’t know what to make of it. Until it burst. A wave of I don’t even know what hit me all at once. I snapped my eyes shut and arched my back, further pushing myself into him. He didn’t stop and one of his hands gripped my bottom, which I really really liked. I cried out his name, writhing beneath him, then immediately covered my mouth in shock at myself. He kept going. A few minutes later the earthquake hit me again as I screamed in pleasure. He finally stopped and collapsed his head on my belly. We were both a panting mess as I ran my fingernails over his scalp.

Sight returned slowly, revealing the scorched ceiling and cracks running up the walls. Shock at what she’d done had barely begun to flicker through her mind when she felt something heavy and oppressive build within her. A sudden sharp pain in her chest had her crying out as something foreign inside her pulled tight, stretching like a rubber band. Oh god, it hurt. It felt like every atom of her being was being simultaneously crushed and pulled to their breaking points. The foreign sensation grew stronger, heavier, until it felt like she was being ripped apart. The agony was unreal. She tried to scream her pain, but her chest was caving in, and she couldn’t breathe.