The Body Flicker Novels & Stories

“Forgotten what you're here to share? Well, maybe this will help you remember.” The giant screen behind us flickered to life. At first, I didn't understand what I was seeing. The colors were blurred at first, and then I began to see movement, and then some skin. The low hum of the audio made my stomach sank, and then i saw it — a flasg of my hair, the outline of my face, and my body, half-exposed and half-covered by tangled sheets. My breath hitched. No. No, no, no—

Her bod⁠y shook violently. Her inner wa⁠lls​ fluttered and squeezed around‌ his thic⁠k veined c‌ock. My own bo​dy was on fi‌r‍e. My​ nipp‍l​es were painfully tight. T⁠hey throbbed against the fabric of my dr‍ess l⁠ike they were begging‌ to⁠ be sucked and bitten.

I screamed, my body beginning to convulse. I couldn't help it. As he gave one bone-deep shove, my climax hit me like a physical blow. I felt the gush of my own release spray against his stomach, a hot, frantic fountain of fluid that soaked the leather. My internal walls were clamping down on him in a desperate, rhythmic pulse. "Look at that mess," Garrick panted, his eyes fixed on the lens as he watched me twitch. "She's a gusher for the camera. You see that? She's soaking the whole room for you."

Sharp little intakes of breath that spoke of shock and pain and the body's involuntary response to stimuli it couldn't process or understand. Shuddered when I touched her, full-body tremors that ran through her like electricity, like her nervous system was shorting out under the weight of what was happening. Flinched like something inside her was burning slow, like wet wood that refuses to catch fire no matter how much fuel you add, no matter how hard you blow on the embers. But she never screamed.

But, as I walked along the hallway, the lights began to flicker. The flickering lights increased in intensity, and I halted, clenching my fists. I was sick of the hallucinations that continued to plague my mind and wear me out. So, I kept walking. Despite the shivers running down my spine, I didn't stop. Not even when I felt the appearance of goosebumps on my skin. I just needed a breath of fresh air. I had to pull myself together. My mate needed me. My daughter depended on me. It was now or never.

My body was responding faster than my brain could to him. He chuckled softly, “That's it, flower. Your body's telling me exactly what it wants.” His brushed my zipper and pulled it down, exposing my skin to the cool air of the penthouse. I whimpered 'Ah...' my hips shifting on the cushion, pressing subtly toward him as his fingers stroked my panties while my legs parted further.

I just feel my body is going somewhere. I don't know how much time passed but I saw a little light above my head. My body suddenly stops, then something strange happens. It's like my body is vanishing. I look at my hands and they are half seen-through. I can still feel them but these are shimmering away.

He curls his fingers, my back arches, and my eyes roll back into my head. I can barely control my body anymore. The edge seems on the horizon; every cell inside me is contracting. My legs are starting to shake; the warmth between my thighs are ready to explode. I am aching; I am quivering, pushed to the edge, my body shatters, and my cum flow over his fingers.

Alicia The lights start to flicker. It felt like I was hallucinating. Not even Patty or Principal Dorothea was able to see what I was seeing. The vision distorted, the walls looked like they were about to collide with each other. I looked before me and saw my body. This can't be happening. The person before my eyes was me! Patricia stood next to my body and watched. Why was my body there? They can't see me. What is going on?

I watch as he strolls over to me with his long strong legs and my body screams out for him to touch me. For some reason whenever I get stressed, my body screams out touch me when he is near. To me, it's akin to when you see fire and you automatically flinch. So when he walks over somewhat casually, my body vibrates for him. Yes, I said vibrates. "Can you get me the tape over there?" I say as I point over to the table by the door while holding up one of the model's breasts.