Talking Body Novels & Stories

I feel awkward, so I start moving and talking nonstop. "You really don't want a glass of water?" It's hot. ''I swing my right hand in front of my body to solidify my argument and I catch a smile on his face, marked by the elevation of the left corner of his lip. Fuck! Me here suffering and him laughing at my face. "I'm not thirsty, but if you want to cool off, maybe a shower would be more in order?" ''What?" I almost scream, stopping even to fan myself. "Bathing is the best solution for the rise in body temperature." he explains, tilting his head to hide yet another smile.

“There’s something I also want to say.” He looked at me with a confused expression and I sighed. Almost immediately, his expression changed followed by him drawing nearer to me to offer me a warmer and more comforting look. He doubted him knowing what exactly I wanted to talk about but regardless, he was willing to listen to me. He could probably tell how much I hesitated to say it as he nudged me gently and persuaded me to speak up. “What’s it?” He looked at me. “Is it something serious?” “Well,” I swallowed them with a final nod, gathered all the courage I could ever need and spoke up. “Do you want us to find a way to swap bodies and return things to how they originally were?”

As if my body has forgotten what to do with its own size. My knees spread wide, forearms braced on my thighs, phone hanging loose in one hand, and there I am in the glass: massive, inked, sweating, breathing too hard for a man sitting still. A body built for impact. A body that makes other men brace before I even reach them. A body women look at like it promises something primitive and uncomplicated. A body that I have spent years turning into proof that I am not easily owned by anything. And all of it means nothing.

It was a miracle he could get up at all. "I got it right, huh?" Sam scoffed. "Honestly, which chick could get so enthusiastic with you? Look, I'm not body shaming, but you won't have the stamina with that body. Want to hit the gym together when you're free?" Sam was certainly robust in contrast to Bob's pudgy form—all over his body were chiseled muscles with a perfectly streamlined body! Bob lowered his gaze at his own tummy and suddenly asked seriously, "Chicks don't like this?"

My body and my brain are at war, and my body is winning. The talker unzips behind me, and I feel his hard cock hard press against my ass. “No!” My voice cracks when I realize what's about to happen. “I’ve never— you can’t—” “We can,” the leader says from his chair. “And we will. Every hole in your body belongs to us tonight." The talker pushes into my ass steadily. The burn of it stretches me open, and the scream that tears from my throat doesn’t sound like me. Tears start to fall from my eyes.

“Do I look or sound like I’m joking?” Carter hangs the weight on the weight-rack and pushes up to a sitting position so that he’s eye-level with my chest. That familiar low thrum of desire kicks to life in my lower belly but I ignore it. I’ve come to terms with the fact that my body is always going to react that way to him. Besides now is not the time. We’re having a serious conversation.

“Occupational hazard. Spend long enough teaching people to breathe, you start to learn how to talk them into staying.” That earned him a quiet laugh. “You talk a lot for a yoga instructor.” “I like to think of it as part of the lesson,” he said easily. “Mind, body, conversation.” I rolled my eyes. “That sounds like something you put on a bumper sticker.” “Hey, don’t steal my future merch ideas,” he teased. Then, with a lighter tone, “But seriously, you’ve got great form. You’ve done this before.” “Once or twice,” I admitted. “Used to come here more often, but training got in the way.”

"Congratulations, Ms. Fontaine. Your performance today with 'Revival' was spectacular." I took the glass and gently clinked it against his. "Appreciate that." He scratched his head a little awkwardly. "Can I ask you something?" "Shoot." "Your Pathological Lie Aversion… Did you actually recover from it?" I looked at his nervous, expectant expression and suddenly felt like teasing him. Leaning in slightly, I said softly, "No. The trigger has changed." Grant froze. "Huh? Then, what's the trigger now?"

he adds while sitting down, too. "What? Everything? Are you on a mission to turn me into a whale?" I tease, for I can say all random nonsense as long as I get to see his beautiful smile that can light up the whole Astoria. As expected, Red laughs heartily. "No, Mia, I'll definitely find a way to put the food you eat into use. And trust me, it doesn't have to be on a treadmill or squatting machine," he says, his tone salacious. Fuck! I flush that perverted shade of Red, biting my lip.

What else to see in me? Is he talking about seeing something in my body? Promptly, Brett held my hand and pulled me closer to him. And I looked at him as if I finished swallowing a whole apple. “Let me properly introduce myself first. My name is Brett Holmes. You don’t need to feel shy at me since I almost memorized all parts of women’s body.” When I looked up at his face he had that smirk, that's when I knew he was fixing to do something crazy. Yes. This beast looks definitely crazier than the other men in this room.