What Does A Crush Feel Like Novels & Stories

I lowered my eyes back to my book but damn it if I even saw what I was reading. "Hi" he said. Well my blood froze. I froze for a second before I stammered a very low "hi". I just focused on my book still unfocused because Holy crap! My crush was sitting directly opposite me at a very close range, pressing his phone and I could just inhale his cologne till my belly was so full of him. Not as if I was satisfied though. But I was giddy inside. My inside had already turned to mush over and over again and I felt like a jelly fish. He didn't say anything to me again that day but I felt like I won a jackpot. Unfortunately I didn't have any close friends to tell this good news to and I definitely wa

Lusia I could feel the orgasm coming, a surge building deep inside me like an untamed force of nature. It started as a soft flutter, a delicate tease that slowly grew into a relentless wave of pressure. My breaths came in shallow gasps, my chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm as the intensity consumed me. Every nerve in my body felt like it was on fire, a heat spreading from the pit of my stomach outward, searing through my veins like molten lava. My thighs clenched instinctively, tightening against the relentless rhythm of the object moving inside me, its vibrations pushing me closer to the edge.

I stuttered while gesturing to him with my hands but he just did the opposite to it and kept walking to me. I gasped as I tripped and was about to fall flat on the ground, “Ah!” I screamed but a pair of strong hands caught me and crushed me against a strong stone-like chest. My hands were pressed against his chest and I could feel his muscles under the clothes he was wearing. His intoxicating sandalwood body odour hit my nose making my heart beat faster and my breathing go unstable. His grip around my waist was so damn tight that I was crushed to his body like I was his second skin, I could feel him inhaling the smell of my hair and it made me feel extremely self-conscious.

Having been at the receiving end of his electrifying smile, she developed a crush immediately. Butterflies made their humble abode in her stomach whenever she caught a glimpse of him. Is that how one feels when they like someone? It would be a lie if she says she has never been attracted to anyone. She has liked one too many boys in her life but none of them made her feel this way. It was beyond her how dimples could make someone so cute, how could someone's smile be so contagious.

" So what are you going to do about your crush, Riana? " " Am not sure yet but I'll see the way it goes. " I replied. " Okay. " Sister Sia replied Dazed. " What are you thinking about, Sis? " I inquired. " Well, it's nothing much I was just wondering, I didn't expect this day to come when you'll finally tell me that you've got a crush on a guy, it's quite unbelievable, you know. " " Yes, I wasn't even expecting it too but you know at that moment when I thought I was going to fall flat on the ground and he saved me, I immediately felt something that I haven't felt before, it's like my heart is starting to reopen to feel. "

His lips crash against mine with a passion I didn’t expect. The kiss is deep and fierce. His hands tighten around my waist, and I feel something strange happen inside me. It’s like a shock of electricity running through my body. The feeling is so strong it makes me gasp against his lips. I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t ready for the way my body responds to him. This was supposed to be just a show for my mother, but now something else is happening. The shock feeling spreads through me like lightning. It’s not painful, but it’s powerful and surprising. My heart starts beating faster, and I feel dizzy for a moment.

His fingers brushed one of the clamps and I flinched. When the first clamp came off, I cried a little. The pain was instant. A rush of blood surged back into the crushed nerves and it burned, it was deep and awful, like he’d lit a match at the center of my chest. Tears fell again, new ones, my hands clenched in their restraints. The second clamp came next and it was worse. My whole body jolted. My thighs pulled taut against the cuffs. I cried out, arching uselessly against the mattress.

My head feels like it’s on fire, I feel sweaty and it’s hard to breathe. 'Mei, love, it’s okay, just take slow breaths, I’m right here,' Chris coos in my mind as he strokes my hair. As nice as the jolts caused by his touch are, it’s not easing this crushing feeling. I need air, I feel like I’m suffocating. I shoot up, noting everyone’s eyes still trained on me, their expressions a mix of sympathy and worry. Those looks never used to bother me too much, but right now I can’t bear to see them.

His first pick was a ball crusher, wood blocks and a tight screw. I’m laid back with my legs spread as ropes tie my ankles to the bedposts and pull me wide, my body opening without resistance, forced into position. My balls are pulled low in a parachute, leather straps holding weights that swing heavy, the stretch building slowly, tension creeping in with each second. The crusher blocks sandwich my nuts as the screw turns slowly, pressure building into a crushing ache that twists deep in my gut, each turn intentional and each second dragging longer than the last. “Beg for more crush.”

My hand shook as I stared at his message on my phone. I don't know if I will just react like what he said and leave him on the scene. I seem to be blindsided because I have run out of words to say. What am I? A teenager? It's like the feeling that messaged you, your long crush that you didn't expect. My heart seemed to suffocate with the force of its beating. It's like there are losers inside.