Talking Body Novels & Stories

one of then speak which her index finger in her chin. "I think she is fine. Just we need to work on her bust. She has a small bust and maybe small hips too," a guy speaks. God damn! What are they speaking and where are they looking at me? I immediately cover my chest crossing my arms over and they laugh for a short time. What's so funny in there? Isn't them ogling my body wrong? "Come on girl! We are here for you make over. We need to know all of these. You don't have to be shy," she says, the girl with award winning smile.

“And listen to what I have to say.” My body leaps to do his bidding even though in my mind I’m screaming “Run! Run, get out of here!”. My body moves against my will and turns back to him, waiting for him to begin talking like a dog waiting for its master to place down its food bowl.

My thighs have become weapons-grade misery. Even my fingers somehow hurt. River listens patiently while I describe all my injuries in graphic detail, his mouth twitching every few seconds like he's trying not to laugh. "The physical part matters," he says eventually, his thumbs pressing into another knot buried deep beneath my shoulder blade. "The mental more so. Your wolf isn't separate from your body. People like to talk about shifting like it's magic, but it isn't. It's biological. Your muscles, bones, organs, heart. Everything changes."

“Maybe it is because some men control their thoughts by not only just using their brains.” “Ah?” Is he starting to talk about indecent topics again? She felt herself blushing. If they carry on discussing this topic, it would get deeper. Would it be a bit inappropriate if she was to take this opportunity to express a warning to him against going off the track? “Right, later when I’m free, I will teach you about the structure of the human body.” His words made her face even redder. She had yet to express her thoughts and he had already ventured deeper which was more indecent.

The phone spun — ceiling, wall, floor, the blur of two bodies in motion — and for three seconds, the camera caught a half-view of Marcus from behind, the towel loosened, the curve of his bare ass and the shadow of something more, and then the angle shifted again and I was looking at the inside of the locker room — fluorescent light, benches, rows of lockers — and beyond Marcus’s shoulder, through the open shower area, four bodies. Naked. Walking. Toweling. Standing. Dicks. Multiple dicks. Unblurred. Unobstructed. Just — there. Hanging. Swaying with the casual, unselfconscious ease of men who had been naked in front of each other so many times that the human body had lost all its mystery and

Celeste “Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! It’s such a waste for a beauty like her to end up this way. If she were to become mine, I wouldn’t leave any part of that body unattended. Fuck! The thought of that killer body squirming under me is already giving me a hard-on.” Who were they talking about? What’s that voice? Ouch! My body felt like it was just glued together in haste. Everywhere hurts so badly. I couldn’t even breathe without feeling pain.

“You’ll live.” Nathan nods like he’s passing a royal decree. “Third. Movement. That means exercise. Some form of it every day. Walking, yoga, stretching, anything that makes your body feel good and your blood moving.” I lean back, eyes wide. “You’re really doing this.” “You agreed to this dynamic,” Nathan reminds me gently, his tone softening. “We take care of you. All of you. Not just the fun parts.” Theo hums in agreement from under the blanket. “It’s true. You can’t just get the orgasms and not the structure.”

I said, gesturing with my hand between us, “it won’t work.” He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even look bothered. Instead, his eyes held this mischievous glint that made my stomach twist. “Oh really? Is that what you keep telling yourself?” He paused, taking a slow sip of his drink. “Well, I’ll also have you know that your body said otherwise a few seconds ago. And in my personal experience, that’s all the answer I need. So maybe it’s time you stop lying to yourself.” His eyes ran all over my body then deliberately stopped on my length, which twitched uncontrollably.

He slid a thigh between my legs, pressing it upwards against my weeping cunt, making me moan once more. Feeling the wetness that had leaked through the fabric of my breeches, he then murmured, “Maybe it’s time for our bodies to do the talking.”

He smirked at me and said, “your body feels like it's burning and tingling, doesn't it?” I nodded and he leaned in and whispered, “it's because you are turned on cutie. You want me and it's your body's way of saying it wants me." I said oh so that's what it is. He asked if there was anything else wrong and I said I don't know if I should say. He said, “talk to me Crystal tell me what is going on. There isn't anything to be embarrassed about. I am not going to judge you on anything we talk about. If you have questions and are afraid to ask anyone else you can ask me. You can trust me with your secrets."