Flustered Reaction Image Novels & Stories

The lighting was harsh, the angle invasive, the moment stolen. At the bottom of the last image were emojis— flames, an eggplant, water droplets— mocking, vulgar, suggestive. My fingers trembled. My throat closed. I couldn’t breathe. “I need a minute,” I mumbled, pushing back my chair. I didn’t wait for their response. I ran— stumbling through the corridor, into the washroom, locking myself inside a cubicle. And then I broke. Tears poured down my face, hot and uncontrollable. My body shook as I stared at the images. It wasn’t the first time I’d received something from a random number. But this… this was different.

*flashback over* With disappointment now mingled with confusion, Augustine's anger swelled, threatening to consume him. In a fit of rage, he let out a furious roar, the sound reverberating through the lab space. His arm swung forcefully, sweeping across the nearest countertop, causing chaos to erupt as beakers, papers, and equipment crashed to the floor, accompanied by the shattering of glass. The physical manifestation of his anger mirrored the shattered remains of his expectations.

I stood there wrapped in silence. I eased back, into the seat fists clenched like coiled springs, a simmering blaze of fury humming beneath my skin. I caught my reflection in the table staring back at me, furious, embarrassed and utterly confused. Alexander sends his regards? How on Earth could that be?

“it’s nice to see you flustered for once.” “I’m not flustered,” I huff, working to get the mess out of the fine grey fabric. “I’m just…busy.” I finish, pathetically. He laughs again and I turn towards him, determined. Unfortunately, I’m sure that a little bit of the red remains on my cheeks.

I reached out to the click on exit when I hear a notification ping message from my father urging me to join one last conference call. "Fuck" - I groan in annoyance, I have no patient right now having no sleep and horny for Fleur. I look at the monitor and I see Fleur looking straight at the camera as if she knows I'm watching her every move. She takes off her tight jacket leaving her with a white sports bra drenched in sweat. Showing her hard nipples as it can be easily traced. I banged on the table out of frustration. These thought just easily rush through my brain. I can imagine doing dirty things to her. I can imagine her pussy clenching wet, I can imagine shoving my member all in through

"Because you never deleted them!" "No," he agreed. "I didn't." I threw my hands up. "See? This! This is what I'm talking about!" He leaned back against the table, arms crossed, watching me like I was the most entertaining thing that had happened to him all week. Which, considering everything, was probably true. "You get louder when you're flustered," he said. I froze. "I am not flustered." "You're standing three feet away from a whiteboard arguing. You're flustered."

The lens zoomed in even closer, trying to capture every detail of what he was expressing. "Who are you?" I asked, firmly but gently, while bringing the camera to focus on his face so that the lens could successfully capture all of his reactions. His fluttering eyes testified to his struggle for focus at the moment; and they darted restlessly, wild in feeling, like a trapped beast in a cage. His mind was a battleground of fear, panic, and confusion, working desperately to fit the puzzle of his strange surroundings together.

My body trembled because of how he looked at me. “It's not unfair. I didn't like that you were flirting with him while I was beside you!” Adler gritted his teeth, his eyes gleamed, and I heard Gunner gasp. “You flirt with whom?” It was Gunner who asked. “I didn't flirt with anyone.” “You're blushing before the man; you didn't even know!” It was Adler. “But you introduce me to him, right?” My answer made him more furious. He clenched his fist and looked away. I couldn't understand why he needed to react that way, especially when I didn't do anything wrong to trigger him to react like that.

She pulled out a small hammer and tapped him on the knee with it. His knee sprang up. "Ow!" He exclaimed. "What was that for?" "It's how you check reactions." "I was in a research facility for a long time with lots of experiments done on me. No one ever hit me with a hammer. I don't think that is a real test." Brooke let out a little laugh. "It's a real test. I swear. It checks reactions." "I don't believe you." "Really, it does. Here, let your legs hang. And when I hit here, see it jump. I can also hit it here and it will also jump."

she stuttered breathlessly "i think id like to take you up on your offer" she smiles coyly at me "im ggiving myself to you..... freely" and its nearly my undoing, i scoop her up in my arms and near run back to her room, i kick the door shut behind us and stand her in the middle of floor, shes trembling, "Are you cold little one?" "NO, no im just, i kinda used my bravado telling you i want you too. Im nervous i guess"