Talking Body Novels & Stories

she forced the words out of her mouth as she wondered when was the last time someone made her this wet just from a small contact. NEVER. This never happened before. “Oh. I do…” She squirmed at his response. She didn’t know if she had actually moaned when he slid his hands into hers. “I do have a lot of things in my mind.” “Something that involves my body?” She didn’t know where she found the courage to talk like that. He leaned closer, erasing the distance between them. “Everything that involves your body.” His voice sounded rough and breathy against her ears. She held her breath, fighting the surge of desire that wracked inside her.

I bit my lips trying hard not to laugh at my own words. "I won't mind showing you more parts of my body. There is nothing in my body to be ashamed of, rather there are things to be proud of." His voice became deep and husky, making my insides twist in excitement. I laughed without making any sound and I could feel my cheek heated.

“Does thіѕ fееl like tаlk, lіttlе one?” Hеr tone is сrооnіng and I don’t brace mуѕеlf fоr thе blоwѕ that fоllоw it. She kісkѕ аnd рunсhеѕ at mу bоdу.

Yzack threw me a bottle of water, I caught it. "No way, dude. She's a man living in the body of a lady. She's ridiculous!" "Last set." Our gym instructor said. I nodded and got the dumbbell. "I know you, man." I exhaled half a laugh and shook my head. "She's not my type either." I defended myself. "She's a tough girl to read, isn't she?" He took a glance at me. "Exactly. I didn't know why, but I easily got irritated when the insults come from her." I shook my head.

"I want to show you how..." "Less talking." I slam my pelvis upward. "Talk later." He stops talking. His mouth is too busy doing other things.

I ask smiling, I watch as him tongue slips out to wet his bottom lip for a moment before he speaks. "Because I think you have an incredibly beautiful body, and I could use a little morale boost before I head into this meeting" I giggle and shake my head. Poppys words from earlier today are ringing in my head, pushing me to get out of my comfort zone a little bit. It could be fun to give him a little tease, especially when he's this far away.

His voice came next “Can we talk?” He said hoarsely. His rough voice sounded like a result of sleep or smoke, maybe altogether. It shamefully had that strange effect on me that made my entire body tingle. My body was shameless for him, not me. It wasn’t my fault, it was my body.

Skin on skin. Our cocks pressed together—sliding and grinding against each other. The friction was maddening. Warm shivers ran down my spine as I arched towards him on the bed. The intense frothing between our sweat-slicked bodies nearly took my life. I nearly died for ecstasy. Our bodies slid against each other with his hard chest rubbing against mine. His mouth was busy on every part of my body—sucking, biting, hickeying. He was just focused on leaving marks on me that burned and throbbed.

With a focused gaze, she began to enlighten me about the intricacies of martial arts, pointing out the vulnerable parts of the human body and sharing her knowledge on strategy and technique. Elara's voice carried a calm yet authoritative tone as she delved into the theoretical aspects of combat. She gestured towards the various parts of her own body, explaining their significance in martial arts. Her words resonated with a deep understanding and experience, instilling within me a sense of reverence for the ancient art form.

"Implant. Long story. Your call." "I think it's your call. Your body." "My body's speaking pretty loud right now." She chuckled and pumped his cock again. "It's saying get in here." "Are you sure?" "Yeah. I mean, I don't do this, but I want to now. You don't have to if-"