Shiver Novels & Stories

Shivers raced down her spine, her body quaking and trembling beneath me, pressing into my mouth and fingers as I drove deeper and faster. "Oh... god... Caesar... yes... harder..." She whimpered, hips rocking frantically, desperate for the exquisite torment I delivered. I didn't relent. My fingers thrust and withdrew with relentless speed, curling and flexing inside her, pressing into the spot that made her tremble uncontrollably. My tongue flicked and swirled over her clit, syncing perfectly with my fingers as I pushed her higher, every motion designed to draw ragged gasps and helpless moans from her lips.

[Avira] The coldness I felt the moment I stepped forward was strange. Like electric currents, it surged through every part of my body in half a second, and left me shivering. I couldn't tell whether or not the shivering was as a result of my fear, or the cold. But the sensation reminded me of Moonfire pack, during the sorting rite. The pack's Gamma was reciting some more incantations now, and the air was becoming even thicker. There were a lot of us who were of the mating age, and who had stepped forward.

“That’s how you describe a shiver. Not ‘a chill ran down his spine.’ That’s lazy writing. This… this is real.” He bit down, a sharp, stinging nip that made me cry out, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. The pain was a spark, and the pleasure was the gasoline that followed, an inferno that threatened to consume me whole. “That’s a gasp,” he continued, his voice a low, triumphant growl. “It’s not just a sound. It’s a physical reaction. A sharp intake of breath. A sudden contraction of the diaphragm. Your body is trying to process the stimulus. The pain. The pleasure. The confusion.”

Each shiver is a silent confession, and I savor this vertigo I have already sown within him. I reach out, brush his cheek, then his neck, letting my fingers linger gently, as if to awaken a sensation his mind is trying to repress. His eyes close more tightly, his jaw relaxes slightly, and I feel his breath become shorter, warmer. I subtly guide his hands, his arms, each contact a silent signal, an invitation to surrender to the choreography I dictate.

I whisper and my mouth makes and 'O' shape. I started to take deep breaths. And it was when I increased the vibrations, I knew I was there. And in no time, I was just there, and I closed my legs due to over stimulation. I removed the vibrator. My shivered and I felt the pleasure run in my veins, all over my body. I squeezed my pussy with my hand and I tried to stop the shaking. I closed my eyes and took in the feeling It felt like I ran a marathon and it felt so good. I felt as if I had a huge weight taken over my body.

Shivers raced down her spine, her body quaking and trembling beneath me, pressing into my mouth and fingers as I drove deeper and faster. “Oh… god… Caesar… yes… harder…” She whimpered, hips rocking frantically, desperate for the exquisite torment I delivered. I didn’t relent. My fingers thrust and withdrew with relentless speed, curling and flexing inside her, pressing into the spot that made her tremble uncontrollably. My tongue flicked and swirled over her clit, syncing perfectly with my fingers as I pushed her higher, every motion designed to draw ragged gasps and helpless moans from her lips.

She turned her love into a virus. The feedback was instantaneous. A blinding, violet shockwave rolled across the platform, shattering the grid into fragments of raw, unfiltered noise. Silas screamed as the energy surged through the Symmetry link, his body arching as if struck by lightning, and then, the world went completely, terrifyingly white.

I shiver. I try to stretch but I realize that I am bound. I can't move. I can't feel my lower half. I panic and try to thrash about, but I can do nothing but shimmy a few inches across the cool surface. A bump jars me again and I plop down roughly from the impact. Am I in a vehicle? I whimper and try to focus my eyes, and to my luck a faint light enters through what I imagine is glass somewhere.

The shiver was still running down her spine as she walked up to the main door and gripped the doorknob. Samantha took a deep breath as she leaned her forehead against the door. She was breathing hard and closed her eyes, trying to still her heart. This was the first time she felt like she was being stalked by an anonymous being. She knew there was something in that forest earlier that wished to gain her attention. And the invasion on the mind link, it was a werewolf who had been stalking her around.

Ebony statues, they did not move when the organ grinder returned to his performance. The notes came without warning. A few slow turns of the crank were enough to paralyze her. Each beat brought a vibration trembling through Kathy’s brain. Something sticky trickled from her ears as the sensation worked its way down along her spinal column, seeping into her nerves. Her body trembled, refusing her command to run. God . . . what’s happening . . . to me?