Why Is My Girlfriend So Emotional Novels & Stories

I tried to laugh, “I’m acting like a child.” “No,” his voice was firm, “you’re not. It’s normal to be more emotional during your heat. There’s nothing wrong with that.” I shook my head slightly, “this isn’t just my heat. I feel like a dam has bust open inside me and it’s flooding me with so much…so much emotion. I want to go out there and scream that I love you. I want to hold you, touch you. My fangs ache at the thought of marking you as you’ve marked me, even when I know it’s not possible.”

But could it be that my heart was suddenly going soft for her? I had always been driven by desire or lust for other women since the death of Emily. Why then was I feeling tender emotions like caring for her? I can't explain the tsunami of conflicting emotions hitting me with every thought. The muscles on my body were coiled like a wire and I felt the tension crackling in the air around us.

“I don’t like you in that way, Weston. We are just a fake couple, and sure, our kisses might be great, and the sex would probably be a bomb as well, but there are no emotions here.” He laughs without humor. “You think this is just about the physical aspect?” There is a smirk on his lips, but it’s dark and not friendly at all. “Do you really think there is nothing going on here? That there are no emotions involved despite us talking day and night over text and hanging out every day at campus? Then think again, sweetheart.” I growl at him because I have no idea what he is saying, and it’s making me see red. “You make me so fucking... Angry! Why do you have to be like this?!”

Christian’s Pov The sound of loud moans and heavy grunts continuously leave the room. I’ve never been one to care when a woman cries, yet something about seeing her shed tears over him makes an emotion rise in me. Annoyance. I hardly feel any emotions, and I definitely do not get annoyed… So what is it about my brother’s girlfriend that makes me keep feeling unlike myself? My eyes drift down to her form and I watch as she places a hand over her mouth to stifle herself from crying out. The sight of it makes me feel another emotion yet I do not act on it. I stand as still as I can and I watch.

she screams as the dam of emotions finally break. "I didn't know, I just thought" he says, but Stacey stops him "I sent you a message! You just thought of yourself! I thought you loved me, as I loved you? Now I find out that you only care for me when I'm being the docile girlfriend that does everything you want" she sobs "What? That's a bit much" he argues "much? A bit much is missing your fathers last breath, because your boyfriend is sulking about being left on his own" she spits angrily unable to stop now she has let go of the grip she had on her emotions.

NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> I was certainly living a turmoil of emotions. First of all, I was really mad at my girlfriend because she had been rude at me so many times due to her mood swings. I hadn't spoken to Gwen for three days and started to think we were going to break up. I thought that dumping her was the right thing to do although I couldn't put up with a two-year relationship coming to an end. I still liked Gwen's kisses, her perfume, and we had many common interests.

I could see the combination of hard and soft got her worked up. I quickly realized that the sub contract we had written up wasn't going to cut it for me. I very easily caught feelings for her, but would she for me? We've been together for 2 years. I haven't pushed her very hard for more. I kept myself around and didn't give her a lot of time alone with her thoughts. She doesn't seem to notice that I would do anything for her. The contract we have means nothing really except to help me remember her hard limits. It keeps her with me though, and not someone else's. I treat her like my girlfriend out of bed and we don't talk about our emotions.

I reminisce about the moment I first saw my girlfriend. -I feel like I'm obsessed with her. I want her every moment, I want to know where she is, what she's doing, what she ate today. I get annoyed about things like, why didn't you tell me when you left work, I could have come to get you. It annoys me that she handles truly nasty situations on her own and doesn't call me to solve them. It annoys me when I see her with guys because damn it, she has more male friends than I can count on my fingers.

It’s an impulsive and emotionally fuelled reaction that even I didn’t expect. “Is she really your girlfriend? Her?.... The girl you know I have hated since forever?” I gaze up at him searching his face for any hint of how he feels and confused about why we’re like this. My voice is tight, and my heart hammers in my chest like a machine gun.

She rubs her forehead and I was glad it hurt her. “I have emotions.” I corrected her. “Also, I don’t say a lot of nonsense.” “Then why don’t you have a girlfriend?” She asked. “You have seen a lot of ladies in the States and you should have been attracted to them to keep them as a girlfriend.” I shook my head at her stupidity. “Not any girl can be my girlfriend, I have a high standard,” I told her and looked up to the sky. There were lots of birds flying freely in the sky, I wonder if they also do the relationship stuff we do down here.