Novel & Cerita Body Flicker Technique

Rafe Antonelli kept on with his relentless assault, even increasing his speed significantly. Her father had always told her that timing was everything, she only had one chance to make her move and it had to connect. Now she could hear it, every time he came out from a mirror he always gave out a low raspy breath. From what she could tell his attack didn't follow any actual pattern in anyway, which meant that even he could not tell where he would pop out from. A flaw she could use to her advantage. Now she was ready. "Flame technique", Rev began.

(staggered breathing) *increase pacing* *slapping of skin* “Hnnf... ah— fucking hell” (choked moan) *changing angle without removal* “Huhh... hhhah...” (gasping into panting) All filtered through the high-end speakers like some kind of performance art. No story, or slow burn. Just sweat and camera angles, the type that promise release without connection. I sit back down, eyes fixated. This should help. I lean back, loosen my jaw, settle into the comfort of detachment.

“Tilt your face… just a little…” Camera clicks. “Push out, I want to see your body swell in the bra…” Shutter clicks. “Show me why it’s best for summer.” On my knees, my upper body pushes out, ass arching backward in a wild position. The bikini is a tiny pink two-piece. My hand goes over my head, fingers lace, breasts push out. Naughty, I bounce, dangling my breasts for motion photos. Then he stops… My team members look aside, suddenly going silent.

The sounds flew out of my mouth as I gasped for air. "You're doing very well." Florian rubbed his fingers in circles around my bottom, brushing gently, but I stiffened again, kicking out my legs. "Keep in position." I held my breath once again, cinching my eyes closed as the whooshing sound occurred again. And again. With every hard smack across my bottom, I jumped, my legs kicking involuntarily. I wiggled to the point Florian was forced to push his hand against my lower back, simply to keep me in position. He issued another two, one coming after the other and I thought I was going to jump out of my skin. "No. I'll be good."

Unbeknownst to her, she was partially activating the Kosoku Zanzo Jutsu, the Rapid Image Technique. White Slayers had the ability to move so fast that it would appear as though there were many discrete copies of them, even as those were being left behind by the actual person. The effect was similar to the optical illusion created with a flickery light source. If you move your hand back and forth rapidly, it would appear as though it was leaving a trail of images behind. Aki had been training very hard to perfect the technique but she never could. Today was her lucky day. Apparently, she could perform many surprising feats given the proper motivation.

} Lily smirked, her lips curling into a dangerous smile as she replied, "Do it. Let’s give them a show they’ll never forget." {Understood. Initiating temperature modulation. Your skin will appear flushed in about 15 seconds. Maintain a staggered walk and slightly slurred speech to enhance the illusion.} Lily leaned against the wall for a moment, feeling the subtle warmth spreading across her cheeks and neck as the system worked its magic. She glanced at herself in the polished surface of a nearby decorative vase, noting the faint blush that had formed. "Perfect," she whispered, adjusting her posture to appear slightly unsteady.

He produced his finger. "Take the clit between your lips and flick it, rub it, make slow and fast circles with your tongue while you pinch it between your lips." Taylor took the very tip of his index finger and put her lips around it, then demonstrated what she had instructed. He could feel precisely the technique she was trying to convey. "See? When you..." Taylor was cut-short when Ben immediately dropped his head down to her crotch and latched onto her swollen clit. Ben's lips trapped Taylor's hard, velvety-smooth clitoris between them. His tongue flicked it up and down in a fast and even motion. He embellished this with a few hard presses with his tongue spread flat, then returned to fli

The steady flicker of images cast shadows along the glass-topped desk. I slid into the chair and leaned forward, eyes narrowing as I followed the northern perimeter feed. A flicker. Just the subtlest movement. Too small for the average eye, but not mine. I rewound the footage, slowing it frame by frame. A shift in silhouette. There and gone in seconds. It could have been nothing, but instinct screamed otherwise. I flagged the clip, then adjusted the motion sensitivity by another two notches, setting alerts for even the faintest anomalies.

Then he holds my fingers, taking his time to arrange them. When he withdraws, I count to five in my head before opening my eyes. He’s back in his seat, phone in hand, and ready. He holds my gaze. And the first shutter sound. My breath quivers. But I stay in position. More shutter sounds. I keep my eyes on him, allowing my thoughts to be only about him. A corner of his lips lifts to form a pleased smirk. It sends a blush to my face, and I drop my gaze. The shutter continues.

Every time the flash went off, it seemed to strangely synchronize with the vibrations happening inside her body. In one shot where she had to lie down on a blood-red velvet sofa, Seren decided to take the game to the next level. The strongest and most continuous vibration she had ever felt was sent into her body relentlessly. It was a vibration that made her body convulse and arch off the sofa uncontrollably. “Ah…” A shameful moan escaped her lips. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand. “Great! That's the emotion I want!” the photographer exclaimed with satisfaction. “It looks like a painful desire. Keep this shot!”