Fingers Twitching Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

LYRA My left hand feels restless. There is a constant warmth and tingle that sends sparks throughout my whole body. The feeling is not foreign, but I cannot seem to place where I have felt the sparks before. As soothing as the warmth and the tingles are, my fingers are begging to move. Twitching my fingers one at a time, I groan at the stiffness of my knuckles. Each movement is accompanied by a dull, throbbing ache. As I move each finger, the warmth tightens around my hand making it harder to move.

it played a huge part that led to the girl's death. I finally lost it when Kyra was meant to pour me another round of tea. Kyra, unlike Penelope, had essential tremor. It was a nervous system disorder that caused rhythmic shaking. I had almost fought with my father when he appointed her as my maid, but all my father preached to me about was fairness and impartiality regarding people with disabilities.

I can't take my eyes off the message; it appears to be mocking us and demanding that we take action. "Who is involved in this?" I quiver as I whisper. I attempt to restore control by tightening my hands into fists as they shake a bit. This crushing sensation of impotence is something I loathe. It's disturbing that whatever is responsible is playing tricks on us and keeping us in the dark.

“Your heart monitor says otherwise.” Beep. Beep. Lila’s entire body tensed. Traitorous machine. Jake’s smirk widened. “Oh, this is great.” She shot him a glare, cheeks burning. “If you don’t shut up in the next five seconds—” “What? You’ll punch me again?” Lila huffed, but before she could respond, she felt it—the slight tremor in her hand. Her breath hitched. She turned her palm over, watching the fingers twitch involuntarily. The movement was so small, barely noticeable, but it sent a sharp jolt of unease through her.

If you hadn’t let her push you away, she wouldn’t be in there now, fighting for her life. The familiar itch started then. The sick compulsion. My hands twitched, and I glanced at them—at the way they trembled slightly against my thighs. They felt unclean, tainted by my failures. The familiar nauseating urge came: scrub them. Scrub until they’re raw. Until they bleed. That’s the only way you’ll feel clean again. I gritted my teeth, battling the suffocating weight of the urge. My breath hitched, my chest tightening as the compulsion grew stronger.

Although he wishes to do that himself. I writhe, one eye twitching as the feeling becomes uncontrollable. A small tear peeps past my lash line, blurring anything and everything in my vision. I clutch the table, my knuckles turning white to prove how hard I held on for dear life. But it’s not enough. It’s not enough.. As pleasure supersedes any sense of control, erotic images begin flooding my mind. It doesn’t surprise me that the first person that comes to my head is Luca.

They were fast and I didn't understand how I was able to match their speed. I felt an uneasy tingling sensation as we arrived at a forked path in the woods. Thinking it was coming from an unwanted external force, I shook my body as hard as I could but when I was done, the tingling sensation was still there. It seemed to be coming from inside me and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake it away. Looking up ahead, I realized that I'd slowed down while trying to stop the tingling and I increased my pace again. After many futile attempts to count the men, I gave up and focused on trying to stop the uneasy feeling I was experiencing. It felt as if something was trying to control my body an

I shouted with hope written all over my face. Everyone tensed up. The girls rushed forward and the physician stared at me. "Here! I can feel it again, I said and grabbed the physician's wrist. I jerked his arm downwards trying towsrds the the tiny vibrations when his Highness' suddenly jerked, pushing us away. "What the heck! I looked at the faces of every one. The jerkings continued and it soon turned into compulsive and involuntary movements. A hard kick was sent my way and I fell off the bed.

I replied quietly, clenching my -thighs that were now tingling- together underneath the table. It's been so long since I've seen him. Now that I have, I've totally lost control of my body. He just brings out a fire in me that I can't resist. "Take a seat young man." My dad encouraged him onto the table. "My wife and daughter have prepared something for you this evening." "I see. The table looks delicious. Thank you for the hospitality." He said as he took a seat directly opposite of me. My thighs clenched again involuntarily at his closeness. He was now in front of me and as always, he was looking right at me.

I have to remind myself to keep my hands to myself. As much as I cannot stand this man, I am having difficulty with itching fingers that are dying to trace each and every defined muscle. His V is on display and jeez-us I can feel myself getting wet down there. I hate this, I absolutely abhor how my body is acting like a crack cocaine junkie when my mind knows everything about him is just wrong.