That strange feeling...

The Feeling: CHAPTER 1

Emily, a typical girl of her age, devoted most of her time to academics and sports. Nevertheless, amidst her ordinary routine, she harbored a secret passion for watching explicit material. This seemingly incongruous interest was veiled from the world, hidden behind a facade of academic dedication and athletic prowess.

One particular day, something unsettling disrupted her usual equilibrium. A sensation, foreign and discomforting, slowly intensified within her. Ignoring the disquiet simmering in her core, she settled at her desk. Her chores and studies were already completed, leaving her with idle time to fill. In an effort to while away the moments, she turned to the familiar comfort of adult content.

Yet, as she indulged in the on-screen fantasies, the unnerving sensation within her refused to abate. Her breaths grew labored, punctuated by moments of desperation. An insistent burning in her most intimate regions gripped her, demanding attention she was unsure how to provide.

In an unexpected cascade of mental imagery, her thoughts were consumed by vivid recollections of intimate moments with her beloved boyfriend. This eruption of desire fueled her, guiding her hand towards her own source of pleasure. Beneath the fabric of her clothing, her touch was hesitant yet purposeful, tracing circles over sensitive areas. Blush crept across her features, accompanied by involuntary moans that escaped her lips. Frantically, she silenced herself, guarding against the risk of discovery by family members nearby.

Feeling a whirlwind of confusion and intensity, she whispers with a mixture of disbelief and frustration, 

"What the hell is happening to me today?" 

The sensation is overwhelming, causing her to forcefully clasp her hand over her own mouth, trying to muffle the unexpected moans that seem to escape her lips uncontrollably. Panic and curiosity converge in her searching eyes as they frantically dart towards the closed door of her room. In a swift motion, she reaches out to secure the lock, craving the solitude she needs to unravel this mysterious wave of sensations engulfing her. 

Taking a moment to settle onto her bed, she hesitates, feeling the urgent, primal yearning growing inside her. With deliberate movements, she glides her hands over her own skin, each touch igniting a deeper need within her.

 As she slowly peels away the fabric of her skirt, a soft gasp escapes her lips, exposing the delicate lace of her now damp panties. A glistening trail of arousal hints at her growing desire, painting a small patch on the bed covers below. The realization of her own body's response only fuels her confusion further, as she grapples with the enigmatic forces at play within her.

She knew she had always harbored a fascination with the forbidden allure of sex toys, a desire that society urged her to suppress, yet this unwavering curiosity lingered in the depths of her mind. While the notion of indulging in such pleasures was off-limits in her world, her unyielding spirit found unconventional ways to seek the sensations she craved. 

Her eyes scanning the room until they settled upon a simple pen lying innocuously on her desk. With a mix of trepidation and excitement, she reached for it, feeling a rush of adrenaline as her finger toyed with the idea of stepping into the forbidden realm.

Slowly, almost instinctively, her finger began a delicate dance, tracing the contours of her own desires as it inched closer to the edge of pleasure. The pen, once a mere writing instrument, now became a symbol of liberation, a conduit for her fantasies to materialize in a way that felt both taboo and exhilarating. As the pen delicately breached the boundaries of her inhibitions, she felt a surge of excitement tingling through her body, a heady mix of anticipation and fulfillment.

In a moment of both rebellion and surrender, she reached for a small towel resting on the bedside table, a prop to stifle any sounds that might betray the primal urges overtaking her. Gagging herself with a mix of exhilaration and apprehension, she surrendered to the rush of sensations that engulfed her. With each movement of her finger, she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, building into a crescendo of ecstasy that threatened to consume her entirely.

Her body responded to the increasing tempo of her touch, her soft cries of pleasure mingling with the sound of her racing heartbeat in the intimate confines of the room. Despite the societal norms that sought to confine her desires, she found herself reveling in the freedom of this moment, lost in a world of her own making where pleasure knew no boundaries. As the minutes stretched into eternity, she could almost imagine herself continuing in this blissful state for days on end, a testament to the power of her own desires and the unyielding spirit that drove her to explore the forbidden realms of pleasure.

Suddenly, feeling overwhelmed by a rush of emotions, the girl's phone rang, jolting her from her contemplation. Who could it be at this late hour? Her heart raced as she glanced at the caller ID, revealing the familiar name of her boyfriend. Panic seized her. She didn't want him to witness her in such a vulnerable state or hear the tremble in her voice, but a part of her longed for the comfort he could provide. With a mix of apprehension and hope, she hesitated for a brief moment before finally answering the call.
As she picked up the phone, her voice wavered with a mixture of relief and hesitation, mirroring the fragile state of her emotions. Despite her efforts to sound composed, her ragged breaths betrayed the inner turmoil she was experiencing. The weight of her unspoken words hung heavily in the air, the silence punctuated only by the sound of her own heartbeat thudding in her ears. An internal battle raged within her as she struggled to articulate the myriad of emotions swirling inside her.
"Hello," she managed to croak out, the word barely audible as she fought to steady her trembling voice.
On the other end of the line, her boyfriend's concerned voice broke through the static, cutting through her inner turmoil like a lifeline. His words offered a sense of familiarity that both soothed and unsettled her. The simple question, "Are you okay?" hung between them, laden with unspoken fears and uncertainties.
Caught off-guard by the inquiry, she grappled with conflicting impulses. Should she be honest and bare her soul, revealing the depths of her distress, or should she shield him from the raw truth, pretending that everything was fine? The weight of her inner conflict pressed down on her, the air heavy with unspoken truths and unshed tears.
"I-I'm not okay," she whispered softly, the admission a bittersweet release of pent-up emotions that threatened to consume her. The vulnerability in her voice laid bare the extent of her internal struggles, each word a fragile thread connecting her to the world outside her tumultuous thoughts....

"i don't know what is going on with me..."

(T.b.c.)<3