Intimate の小説・ストーリー

His voice dropped to something almost gentle, almost whisper soft. “Intimacy,” he said near my ear, “is when a man and a woman share a moment together… a close moment. Like when I held you earlier and you screamed at me not to touch you.” His lips brushed my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “But intimacy… real intimacy… involves unclothing.” I froze. My breath hitched and mouth opened And the world around me tilted.

Damor exhaled, “Fine, the feeling during those times depends.” “On what?” “Whether you like the person.” “Why would you want to be intimate with someone you don’t like? Why would you want to share such an intimate moment and experience with just anyone?” Damor hesitated, wanting to find the right words to respond with. “Sometimes you just need a release, and that’s all that matters, not whether you like the person. Your flesh has needs that should be fulfilled. Sometimes the one you like isn’t close by, so you have to make do with whoever is available.”

"I know I realised my feelings late, but can you accept Mr. Perfect's tiny flaw? I like you, Tang Xue." What I was looking for, I saw in his eyes today. He put his hands around my cheeks and cupped them. Slowly, he leaned closer to me as I closed my eyes. My lips curled into a tiny grin when his lips kissed my forehead. Even if I expected him to kiss my lips, I love how intimate a forehead kiss could feel. .................................................. Xingyue's POV Holding a glass of red wine in one hand, I was enjoying the view with a bouquet in the other.

he whispered as he engaged in passionate intimacy. "U-Uhhh! Aaah… Z-Zamir. Fuck…" I found myself mumbling as I began to sense my orgasm approaching earlier than expected. "You are incredibly beautiful," Zamir whispered in my ear as he leaned against the sink, his face resting on my neck. “I love you, baby.” Just as I was about to express my love for him, Zamir abruptly grabbed my shoulders and engaged in passionate, intense, and deep intimacy with me. Within seconds, he began sharing his intimate thoughts with me, and before I knew it, Zamir climaxed inside me, thrusting forcefully.

Nobody measures up to Bernice in his eyes. The sex seems surprisingly intimate; as he slides into her, he can’t help but think how much he loves her. She closes her eyes and takes him in, gripping the bedsheets with her small and delicate hands. Her flesh is illuminating pink, her nipples hardening the more he thrusts into her. She screams for him, wanting him, begging him.

It was an experience that was as profound as it was beautiful, a memory that would forever be etched in our hearts. The silence of the room was filled with the sound of our breaths, a comforting rhythm in the afterglow of our passion. I could feel her heart beating against my chest, a sweet reminder of the connection we shared. The scent of us, of love and desire, filled the air, an intoxicating mix that made my head swim. Our fingers intertwined, a silent promise of more to come. Our eyes met, and in that moment, I saw everything - the desire, the satisfaction, the love. This was us, bare and beautiful in our shared intimacy, a moment frozen in time, a memory to treasure.

And I knew that I was in so much trouble. Because this wasn’t just sex anymore. This was intimacy. The kind that burrowed under your skin and made a home there. The kind that destroyed you when it ended. And it would end.

Even before the start of my relationship with Ron and now standing naked next to him was igniting feelings I didn't think existed. “Alisson, do you know why it feels intimate?” He growled out. “No?” “Because it fucking is intimate. Everything we do is intimate because it is us.” I swallow really hard. “I’m afraid one night won't be enough, that I'm going to love it too much.” His gaze goes soft and devastatingly possessive. “You are going to enjoy it, you're going to beg for more and I will oblige.” He flashes me a wicked grin, “Spread your legs for me again, love.”

She reached up, tugging on my pendant, drawing our faces closer until our noses brushed against each other. "I... I..." she stammered, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants as she closed her eyes again It felt different. We felt different. Slow, intimate lovemaking. Nothing erotic, and fetish. Her fingers gently brushed away the hairs falling across my face. Our faces were mere inches apart. So close that with each tender thrust inside her, my lips lightly grazed hers.