Legs Shaking Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

My legs are shaking, my thighs are sticky and my heart hasn’t slowed hasn't slowed yet, so I just barely manage to read the bold, slanted strokes. “See you next week.”

I stepped in anyway, ducking under a low beam, and the second I was inside my legs gave out completely. I collapsed onto the floor. The wood was rough and cold against my cheek. Splinters dug into my palm where I tried to catch myself. I lay there on my side, chest heaving, listening to the rain hammer the roof and the drip-drip-drip of water hitting the floor a few feet away. My whole body started shaking. Not just shivering. Real, uncontrollable tremors that rattled my teeth and made my injured ankle throb harder with every heartbeat. I curled my fingers into the rotten boards and held on like that might stop the shaking. It didn’t.

My whole body started shaking, my legs trembling, and my arms giving out under me. The orgasm hit like a freight train, stronger than anything before. My pussy clamped down hard on Greg, pulsing, milking him. My ass squeezed tight around Leo at the same time, and clear fluid rushed out around Greg’s cock again, soaking his stomach, the sheets, everything. I screamed into the pillow, my whole body convulsing, my arms collapsing so I fell forward onto Greg’s chest. My tits smashed against him, nipples dragging over his skin as I shook through the aftershocks.

Dean is shaking me. His voice is far away, like a long lost whisper. My body is numb. I don't feel my legs, or arms, or body. My eyes are out of focus. I feel myself talking, but I don't hear myself. I know there are words in my mouth, but I don't know what I'm saying. My throat hurts and it isn't because of blood. I'm not moving my lips; I'm screaming, over and over again. Dean keeps shaking me. I come back to my senses. I stop.

I scramble off the bed, my legs shaking so badly I almost fall. “I’m s-so sorry… I’m very sorry,” I babble. My body shakes as fear courses through my veins. Not knowing what else to do or say, I yank on my shorts, nearly tripping as I shove my legs through them and dash out of the room.

My limbs shake badly, and my feet are on fire from running in heels. I hear one shout to the other about doubling back; knowing he will come this way only sends me into a terror fueled frenzy. I start frantically looking around for somewhere else to go. They are too close, and I’m too exposed. I have nothing to defend myself with, and everything in me is shaking and stammering with dread, and I need to getaway.

he questions, “Do you hate me this much?” “No! No! No! Of course not!” Vigorously, I shake my head like I never before, lucky that my wig is tight enough for me to do that. “Then why?” in a calm face, he asked again. For him to realize my fear, I loosen my strength and let my hand shake stronger. In a slightly trembling voice, I try to explain, “I was just doing some exercise to relax my legs, you know, like this…” and I kick my leg again, “Like this…” and again, “Like this-”

My legs shake uncontrollably. I grind against him. My tits jiggle like obscene weights. My nipples scrape his chest and leave red marks. He pinches my clit hard. The shockwave blasts me into orgasm. I scream. My pussy clamps his cock like a vise. I squirt a hot stream onto the glass. The release explodes filthy and leaves me trembling. My juices pool at his feet. He grunts. His thrusts jerk erratically. I feel his dick pulse. He pumps thick, hot cum deep inside me. He fills my womb as he shudders. His sweaty body crushes mine. His groans mix with my cries.

His entire frame convulsed, his back arching hard off the bed as his hands gripping the sheets with a force that whitened his knuckles. “Marcus!” I barked, grabbing him as he violently shook in my arms. Dara was already moving, calling instructions, then backing me away. Cold sweat broke across my forehead. I stood at the foot of the bed and watched my son and didn’t look away and didn’t move because moving felt like it would make it worse and standing still felt like the only form of control available to me. The shaking intensified. Then peaked. Then began, slowly, by degrees, to subside.

"Stop fidgeting," I look at my boyfriend "I am okay, totally not fidgeting," i tell him. He chuckles and I realize my legs are shaking continuously. He places his hand on my right leg in an attempt to stop the shaking "Take a deep breath and relax." I follow his instructions and try for the breathing exercise but the door open and reveals Darrien. His expression is blank and doesn’t give me a hint of what he has done. I don’t know if he was successful, all I know at this moment is that he is done trying.