What This Feeling Novels & Stories

“Yeah. Do you feel that though? It’s like a pulse.” He takes a deep breath and when he lets it out I smile as it blows stray strands of hair around my face. “Wow! Is it like this all the time?” “What do you feel?” “I can feel…something…flowing up into one of my feet and through my body and back down through the other foot, but it is like a pulse. Like a circuit with a pulse, but it isn’t energy or electricity, it’s more fluid. Does that even make sense?”

So fem where was all these feeling coming from? ---

That’s not even the worst of it. I feel something, something inside me, something that isn’t me. I don’t know how to explain it better than that. It's almost like I feel it, whatever it is, moving around under my skin. Speaking of my skin, it feels so tight and stretched. It’s strange but it's like I've grown but skin hasn’t. The feeling is almost painful. Whatever this is, it's not so bad in the mornings and afternoons but in the evening and at night, especially after sunset it seems, it's oppressive and nearly all I can think about.

Two years ago… Cara's POV You know this feeling; this constant nagging at the back of your mind, this sickening at the pit of your stomach, this heavyweight over your chest that makes you sometimes stop and just try to gasp for a breath. You know; this anxiety, uneasiness, or maybe it is just referred to as --fear. I don't know, it is just, this feeling-- What is it? What do they call it? This trepidation. As if you're waiting for something bad to happen. As if your gut is telling you, it’s giving you pre heads-up.

“What does ‘close’ feel like to you? Physically. Emotionally.” I hesitate. No one has ever asked me to describe it like this — not in detail, not without making it dirty or clinical in a cold way. “It’s like… heat pooling low. Tightness in my stomach. My thighs shake. My breathing gets ragged. My clit throbs. Everything feels swollen, sensitive, almost painful in how good it is. And then… it just holds there. Like being stuck at the top of a rollercoaster that never drops. The need gets bigger and bigger until I’m crying or begging or angry, and then it slowly ebbs away. Leaves me empty. Frustrated. Sometimes sore.”

"What it actually feels like." "Why?" "Because you came in here and told me the true thing." A pause. "I should try to do the same." I leaned back. "Most of the time it's just warm," I said. "A low reminder. When you're near it's steadier. When you're gone it pulls." I paused. "When you're happy it feels like mine. Not the emotion itself, just, the warmth of it coming through." Her expression shifted. "That part doesn't burn," I said. "That part is the best thing I've felt in a long time."

FELIX No one teaches Omegas what it means to feel everything. It’s like standing in a room and taking in every emotion at once. Not just your own. Everyone’s. It slips into you without warning. Small pieces of feelings that were never yours to begin with. It doesn’t make sense at first. It takes time before you even understand what’s happening. It’s easy to lose control of it. Someone nearby has a bad day, and suddenly you feel irritated for no clear reason.

And I can't define that feeling. I don't know if it's good, or bad.

Is she thinking with the ready wet V in-between her legs? This feeling is so strange, stretching throughout her body. Overwhelming, yet makes her complete. It has no bound nor length nor depth, just absolute. Feels as though she is in a furious fire, yet completely safe at the same time; as though her heart is dancing around her chest; and a hole she was never aware was there, has been filled.

My heart accelerated its beats to incredible rhythms, there was a tickle sliding in my body that I could only describe as pleasant. This feeling... What is this?... It´s the first time I´ve experienced this so I don´t know how to call it... Luxury, happiness, realization, sadism. It wasn´t clear which was the name of the heat embracing my body. I want more... The breaks of my mind were disappearing. This wasn´t supposed to be happening in this place and time, but it was little what I was able to do against the desires filling my thoughts. Just a bit more... It should be fine if it´s just a bit... The story shouldn´t change that much...