Writing About Body Language Novels & Stories

Close enough to smell the clean scent of her vanilla body wash, to see the way her pupils dilated as I closed the distance between us. Close enough to see the way she flinched, just slightly, barely noticeable, when I reached for her wrist. Her heavy breaths clung to my skin, seeping through the flesh like they belonged there. The movement was so subtle most people would have missed it. But I'd spent years learning to read body language, to spot tells and weaknesses. And that tiny flinch told me everything I needed to know about how she saw me right now. As a threat. As someone who hurt her.

Phoebe peeked over my shoulder and whispered, “She really listens, doesn’t she?” Marcus did not comment. He never did. His approval was subtle, given through quiet acknowledgment when I understood something he explained. Today, it was body language and the art of subtle command. I learned how a nod, a tilt of the head, or a single pointed glance could direct a conversation without speaking. By mid-morning, I was exhausted yet exhilarated. These lessons were not easy. They required focus, awareness, and patience. I had been raised in fear, but now I was learning control. Not control over others, but control over myself and how I presented myself to the world.

"It's fine when I'm in the office around other nerds who understand, but when I'm with other people, they tend to tune me out. You want to talk about body language? I can always tell the exact moment someone's eyes start glazing over, and they tune out. So, I learned to stop talking about what excites me with people I don't work with." This made me incredibly sad. "You don't have to do that with me," I said, placing my hand on his arm and leaning in closer. "I may not understand everything you're saying, but that doesn't mean I don't want to hear it. You should feel like you can be yourself around me." He smiled slowly and then leaned in a little. "You are truly like no woman I've ever met b

I know he’s talking about the connection between us, the one we’ve both felt since the moment our eyes met. I keep my face as neutral as possible. “Then body language becomes key. Eye contact, tone, gestures… they say what words can’t.” He brushes his tongue over his lower lip slowly and deliberately, then lets his gaze drop, just for a heartbeat, to my body before meeting my eyes again. “So, if I look at someone… a certain way, and they understand exactly what I mean… that counts?” I freeze for a second too long. The room fades around me. It’s just me and him now. His dark gaze. That smirk. The meaning behind his words.

“But people usually give themselves away.” With that, I paused. I'm not going to say more than I have already said. That's usually how I operate; say a little and then allow whoever is at the other end to continue talking and giving themselves away but this man— Sherlock or whatever I saw on that website… he's kind of a push. “Can you tell me more?” he asked quickly. I sighed inwardly. “Tone,” I said sharply. “Timing. Eye movement. Words that don’t match their body language.”

"I mean, yeah, she laughed when I took my shirt off, but that was nervous laughter. Women do that when they're overwhelmed by attraction." I cringed physically. Oh God! "No, I didn't ask her if it was nervous laughter," he continued. "I could just tell. It's called reading body language, Mark. Maybe if you paid attention in your psychology elective instead of sleeping through it, you'd understand." This was painful to listen to. "What do you mean what happened after?" He turned around in his chair. "I obviously—FUCKING HELL!" The phone clattered to the floor as he jerked back, eyes going wide behind his glasses.

He said to her coldly. Flinching his eyes a million times in a minute, his nervousness was visible, she could see it all over him. His body language said the opposite of what his lips uttered. She was quite convinced that he had feelings for her. She took two steps closer with her gaze fixed at him, she gulped down her saliva, breathing intensely, her lips was slightly opened. Warm breath went out, as she drew even closer to him, he felt the warmth of her breath on his neck.

His body was a perfect combination of sensuality and danger. When Lora reached the first floor, it felt liberating. She was able to undress and let only the sway of her body do the talking. And he spoke, and how he spoke. She walked to the center of the floor and began to let her rhythm take over the room. The slow movement of her waist, her hair swaying as she danced, her eyes closed, her legs following her insinuating body; everything, absolutely everything about Lora Lins screamed how beautiful she was, how curvy her body was, how sensual her movements were and how much attention she drew.

It wasn’t a question. “Yes.” “What kind of subjects?” “Mostly people,” I replied. “Sometimes street scenes. Ordinary things.” His gaze sharpened slightly. “Why people?” “Because they’re interesting.” “How?” I wiped my hands lightly with the napkin. “People always think they’re hiding what they feel,” I said slowly. “But their body language usually says the opposite.” Julian’s expression didn’t change. “Is that what you’re doing right now?” The question caught me off guard.

My cheeks burned, pussy throbbing in response to his words. I uncrossed and crossed my legs, the wet friction on my clit almost making me whimper. "Tell me about your last role." I pressed on, biting my lower lip. "What made you best at it?" He chuckled, the vibration hitting my core. "I just learned to read my boss' body language. I knew what she needed at every moment, when to step in. " There was surely a hidden meaning in his words. I could picture him under my desk after a stressful meeting, sucking on my swollen clit.