What Does A Crush Feel Like Novels & Stories

, he said as he left her arms and waited expectantly for her to take a sip out of her juice. What was that feeling just now? Why was she happy when he rubbed her arm and wished he never stopped? Why was she so angry and frustrated that he had stopped? Kaylee thought as she took a sip out of her juice. The sweet pineapple taste of the juice lingered in her mouth and the taste washed through her mouth. It was now that she realized that it was cold. It went down her throat and esophagus and she could feel it go down till it reached her stomach, it was chill. The feeling was calming and unexplainable.

"Would that be okay?" "Uh, y-yes. I—I have something to do, I'll be going now." I lifted my skirt and fled in a panic. ... Out on the street, my heart was pounding wildly, and it took a long time to calm down. Damn it. As expected, the impact from a crush was terrifying. Just standing there was enough for him to send my thoughts into a frenzy. Before I could even hail a cab, a car slowly pulled up in front of me. The window rolled down. It was Justin.

The sudden tension in my frame caught him instantly. "Clarissa?" His dark eyes snapped straight down to my face. His brow pulled tight, his voice dropping into a rough, immediate rasp. "What is it? What hurts?" I couldn't speak for a second. I just pressed my palm flat against my lower stomach, right where that tiny, strange press had just pulsed against my muscles. It wasn't pain. It wasn't a cramp or an ache. It felt like a small flutter, like a tiny bubble bursting right beneath my skin.

A violent crash hits our backs, like a shockwave that spreads throughout the space, knocking us to the floor. The impact is brutal. I feel the air expelled from my lungs as I hit the ground with force, and for a moment, the world around me dissolves into a whirlwind of chaos and confusion. The sounds around me become distorted, a mix of screams, howls, and a muffled buzzing that fills my ears, as if I were submerged in water. The pain throbs in my head, a constant pounding that threatens to tear apart my focus, and all I can do is struggle to catch my breath.

Just force. The pleasure was a blunt, overwhelming wave. Each impact sent a shock of sensation through me—the burning stretch, the deep friction, the pounding pressure against my inner walls. My breasts were crushed against the mattress, my ass was high in the air, completely vulnerable to his onslaught. I was just a body receiving his power, his rhythm, his lust.

His hands are beneath my knees. I can only get the sound out with an exhale. “Quick.” And he’s got a hand rubbing away at me again as he pushes up inside and it doesn’t hurt half as much as it did last time, and I think I’m coming incredibly and spectacularly all over him in a way I’m not sure I will ever recover from. Like he’s taken my chest and cracked it open with his two hands. Fished around in its cavity looking for what feels the best. He’s crushed it in his fists so viciously until I’m sure I’ve lost all capability to feel pleasure again.

A wide smile crept up on my face. Rodney Shaw was all i have, although, I only get to meet him in my dreams and most times, I talk to his pictures whenever i am depressed. But I was still glad that I am fortunate to see him in my dreams, some ladies might even be praying to be in my shoes. I didn't quite fancy cute guys or something, but I guess there's something that got me connected to Rodney. For Crush sake! I've been crushing on this guy since I was little and I never for once met him. Pathetic, right?

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 hurts. It felt like every atom of her being was being simultaneously crushed and pulled to its breaking point. The foreign sensation grew stronger and 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.

"I'll crush you like the insignificant insect that you are." As Kalyan's grip on my face tightened, I felt a surge of fear. I was trapped, caught in a web of obsession and desire. And then, everything went black.

Not because I didn’t know. But because hearing it out loud makes it real in a way I can’t ignore. My chest tightens again, but this time… it’s different. Warmer. Heavier. Hopeful in a way that feels almost dangerous. I open my mouth to respond, but then everything goes wrong. The pain doesn’t build gradually this time. It hits. Hard. Violent. Like something inside me snaps under pressure it can’t handle anymore. My breath catches mid-inhale, cutting off completely as a crushing force slams into my chest, radiating outward so fast it feels like my entire body is being pulled apart from the inside.