Legs Shaking Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

He moved closer, his hands coming down on me. I shivered. “N… No. Don't… Don't do this. Don't you dare do this to me!” I shook my head frantically, trying to stand from the floor, but my legs were like jelly, I couldn't even move fully, talk less of getting up.

My hands start to shake uncontrollably. "Stop!" I gasp. "You're going to hurt us both." "I don't care!" Claire screams in my mind. "This is MY body! Mine!" My right hand suddenly jerks upward without my permission. Then my left leg takes a step forward. Claire is trying to move, trying to take control. We're fighting each other for dominance, and the result is chaos. I stumble forward, crashing into the desk. Papers scatter across the floor. "Please," I beg. "Please stop fighting me.

My whole body shakes and spasms between them. They don't stop. They don't even slow down. If anything, they fuck me harder through it.

I had finally embarrassed him thoroughly in front of the entire pack once again. My body felt strange. It was heavy and light all at the same time when I even tried to move it. The room started spinning. "Darius," I tried to say to him but my tongue wouldn't just work properly. "Andrea?" His face came into focus above me with his concern replacing the anger. "What is wrong?" I tried to answer him but my body refused to let me cause it had other plans. Suddenly I began to convulse. My muscles were seizing uncontrollably as my body began to shake hard.

That was her mistake, why the hell did she do that? A cold sweat broke out across her skin. Her hands began to shake...subtly at first, then violently. Her breathing grew uneven. “No, no, not now…” she muttered, her voice cracking as she rubbed her palms together, trying to will the tremors away. But her body knew better. Her legs buckled, and she slumped against the wall. Her chest heaved. Her eyes widened as panic gripped every nerve in her body. The warning signs screamed in her brain, flashing red. Her epilepsy was back.

"They tried ... it wasn't allowed ... they tried to get me into private sessions, they slipped their phone numbers in my pocket after the show ... they grabbed my crotch, my ass ... it was degrading ... funny how people can be so demeaning when they think they have the right to do that, they would never do that to a stranger on the streets but they did that to a stranger dancing butt naked on a stage." She looked at the ceiling, tried to picture how it all looked like, and let it played out in her head. "And you never once faltered?" she asked. He shook his head with pride. "Not even once?" He kept shaking. "But you wanted to, right?" He smiled, his stare went dark, "Are you jealous?" She pr

“Your legs are shaking.” I hadn’t even noticed that my legs were shaking. It was something that happened whenever I was nervous and couldn’t control the situation. I placed my hands over my thighs to stop my legs from shaking. Letting out a deep breath, I looked at my sister. “Parker isn’t answering his calls or responding to my text messages.” My voice was a hushed whisper. I couldn’t risk having my parents hear my conversation. “What?” Serena gasped. “Have you tried calling his assistant?” She asked, her voice laced with a hint of concern.

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.

My arms are shaking and they will not hold me up. Suddenly everything starts to get blurry. I can’t look at him anymore. I can’t even see the room clearly. My body feels heavy. I try to grab the floor with my fingers to stay up, but it’s no use. Then everything just goes black.

My legs shake, my toes curl, and every muscle in my body trembles and jerks almost violently. Walker and Onyx roar together in the most blissed-out, animalistic sound I've ever heard. His swollen cock pulses inside me, and warmth floods my insides as his hot seed fills me to the brim. His movements are harsh, sloppy, and rough. His grunts, groans, and moans echo through the room almost as loudly as my panting breaths.