Two strangers found each other at their lowest point, beginning a journey together. After breaking apart and spending time away from each other, their story unfolds. A year later, they reunite. These two teenagers, once deeply connected both mentall...
I was so deeply in love with her that I became desperate, texting her back to back, craving her attention every minute, every second. Even now, when we're together, that same yearning hasn’t faded—I still want her to talk to me constantly. Time may have passed, but the inner child in me still longs for her in the same way. The moment she goes offline, my mind spirals into overthinking, yet just one text, a single voice message, or the sound of her voice over a call can instantly lift me up and fix my entire day. What we share goes beyond words; it's a connection not just of the mind, but something that draws us to each other physically as well.
It’s like she holds the key to my peace of mind. Every second without her feels like an eternity, but when she reaches out, everything falls back into place as if the world finally makes sense again. The way we connect isn’t just emotional—it’s magnetic, pulling us closer in ways I can’t fully explain. Her presence, whether near or far, has this power over me, calming every storm inside me. It’s more than love; it’s an unspoken bond that I feel in my soul, something that ties us together in every moment, even in silence. And no matter how much time passes, I know that pull will never fade—it’s as if I’m drawn to her in every possible way, mind, heart, and soul.
Physically, I was absolutely mad for her. I still remember it like it was yesterday -it was June, a warm afternoon. She called me over to her place, and when I arrived, there was no one else home. As soon as I stepped through the gate,she ran into my arms, giving me a tight hug. The moment my hands touched her waist, something ignited inside me, something primal and uncontrollable. Her touch awakened this wild, raw energy within me that I couldn't resist, no matter how hard I tried. Every time we share these moments, I lose control. That day, I kissed her with an intensity that was overwhelming. As our lips met, I guided her inside, our bodies pressed close as I pushed her against the wall.
My hands, trembling yet hungry, slipped beneath her shirt, the softness of her skin driving me further into a state of passion. Our kiss deepened, filled with all the love and desire we had been holding back. Her lips turned red from the intensity, but I couldn't stop. My hands found their way under her bra, caressing her breasts with a fervor that felt like it could be our last time together. I was completely lost in the moment, each second more intoxicating than the last. The sensation of her skin, her warmth, her everything--was making me wild. Every kiss, every touch, was filled with such overwhelming intimacy, as if we were devouring each other, losing ourselves in a passionate whirlwind that we could never escape from.
Her upper body wasn't enough to satisfy the hunger i felt for her. I was her weakness, and I knew it--still am, even now. She couldn't say no to me, no matter how intense things got between us. After a few heated minutes, my hands slid down into her pants, slipping beneath her panties, where I grabbed her ass with a firm, hungry grip. Her body was like a drug to me-no matter how much I had, it was never enough. The intensity between us was beyond words; I wanted her more and more with every second.
One hand was exploring beneath her pants, while the other roamed under her shirt, feeling every curve of her body. Our lips never left each other's as we kissed with wild abandon. It was skin against skin for the first time, a connection so powerful that it was burned into my memory, something neither of us could forget. Each time we got close, it was like we lost ourselves completely-our control, our inhibitions, everything. We were consumed by passion, every touch igniting the fire between us until it felt like we couldn't stop, even if we wanted to. That moment was more than physical--it Was a bond, a memory etched forever into us, something we'd carry with us no matter how much time passed.
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Just as the intensity between us reached its peak, she whispered for me to leave. Even though I could feel in every breath, every touch, that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her, there was no choice-her grandmother was on the way home. Reluctantly, I pulled away, my hands slowly leaving the warmth of her body. Our eyes met, both filled with an unspoken desire that we couldn't act on any longer. The air between us was thick with everything unsaid, but I knew I had to go As I stepped out the door, the memory of her touch still lingered on my skin. It was a moment unfinished, a fire that had been abruptly extinguished but never fully gone. We both knew that this was far from the end. The connection we shared was undeniable, and every time we got close, we lost ourselves in it completely. That day, even though I left, a part of me stayed with her, and I knew deep down that we'd find our way back to each other. This wasn't just a moment-it was the beginning of something that would stay with us, forever etched in our minds, haunting us with the thought of what could have been.
