Boxy T Morningwood Novels & Stories

His voice is low, rough around the edges, the kind that would rumble against my ear if he leaned in close enough. I swallow. “Yeah. That’s me.” His gaze flicks down, just for a second—but it’s enough. The way his dark eye lingers on the hem of my shirt, the way my nipples tighten under the thin cotton like he’s already touched them. My skin prickles, heat pooling between my thighs. Fuck. I’m not wearing a bra. I wasn’t expecting this. He holds out a small, discreet box. The return address is familiar, Pink Petal Pleasures, the boutique I ordered from last night after two glasses of wine and a particularly frustrating video call with my vibrator collection.

Someone could start their own BDSM fantasy room with only this box. "It should be in here somewhere." The lady shoves her hands into the package, moving things aside as she searches for whatever she's looking for. "There it is." She pulls out a little box and hands it over to me. I tentatively accept it and look down at it. "It's called the Ditto. Inside are two butt plugs, a 1.1-inch, and a 3.5-inch thick toy. They both come with the same remote control for hands-free masturbation or easy partner play." She winks at me at the end of her words and I nearly choke on air.

Bo smiled and leaned down before he looked me in my eyes to say, "I told you! Now, be good!" I nodded in agreement but I was moaning again. Bo began a fast rhythm inside me that caused me to climax within minutes! "That's a good bunny!" He said with a deep tone filled with desire. For the next hour, Bo climaxed inside me and I climaxed all over my stomach several times. I finally was able to speak after his third climax and yelled, "P-P-Passion!" Bo immediately sat up and turned off the black box. I was out of breath and so was he. He began to slowly remove the cups, the cylinder thing, and the leather body suit. He sat them aside before he laid on me and removed the straps off of my wrists.

“Uh, what are you doing?” Famke was frozen in place as she held a box in her hand inside the larger box. She was trying to count and the chattering behind her was messing with her. It must be an error in math. She felt her heart pounding furiously against her ribcage as she slowly lifted the box of conditioner coated tampons and turned to Nyx, shaking it. “It’s still unopened.” “So. You barely use a couple a day.” “I bought this before Christmas. I used the rest of my last box when I was in Turks and Caicos.”

She pressed an exquisite wooden box into my hands and whispered, "I found this specifically for you. It's not just the outfit; there's a bottle of cold-spring tonic in there. Rub it on your scent gland when you're in the springs—it'll make your pheromones irresistible. Make sure you use it." Seeing that "mission accomplished" look in her eyes made my stomach flip. I opened the box. Inside was a minimalist, lingerie-style swimsuit—not as flashy as I'd feared, but definitely bold. The real draw was the small, dark porcelain bottle. In the werewolf world, a tonic that can wake up a dormant scent gland is more lethal than any perfume. Moira smiled and gave me a final instruction. "Use it in fron

His eyes darted toward me in panic. Alisa, however, scoffed and typed again. [What are you so scared of? Your wife’s blind. What’s she gonna see?] His breath hitched. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he struggled to keep calm. Then, like a man who’d just given up, he let out a deep sigh. “Babe, can you hand me the box of cigarettes on the nightstand?” That cigarette box he mentioned was clearly labeled: Durex Ultra-Thin—Bare Feel.

His boots were already removed but he hesitated a second before he joined me. “I figured this will make it a bit easier and help you before your heat hits.” “Okay.” Tyrone parted the folds of the box and then tipped it over, making the contents fall out onto the blanket. There was a big box and two smaller boxes, one pink and one purple. He picked up the big box and opened it, revealing the item inside. “This is called a dildo,” he said softly, placing it on the palm of his hand. “It’s the same size as my cock. This”—he held up a black pump-thingy—“this is to inflate the knot.”

“Fuck… your mouth feels even better than I imagined. That’s it—take it all, baby.” I let him use my mouth, spit dripping down my chin, eyes watering, cock throbbing untouched in my jeans. I’d never been this turned on in my life. We’d gone from angry wall-sex to this in less than 24 hours—and I didn’t regret a single second.

he asked. "Really. So what are you wearing?" she asked. "Hang on," Bobby said into the phone. Maggie could hear noise in the background and he spoke again. "I locked the door and took off my shirt and jeans. I'm down to grey boxer briefs. "Mmmm," Maggie cooed appreciatively. "I love grey boxer briefs." "I'm more interested in bubbles that disappear. What do you see now?" "Well," she grinned, "in this candlelight it's a little hard to see but I'm pretty sure those are my nipples sticking up out of the water."

As I stepped out, he held up a finger. "One moment, Miss Chase." He retrieved a small, elegantly wrapped box from the trunk and handed it to me. "What's this?" I asked, surprised by the weight of the package. "Moonlight healing salve for facial wounds," Felix explained. "Mr. Blackwood instructed me to give it to you. It's specially made by the therapists at the Blackwood Pack – so effective it can't be purchased outside." I felt a strange warmth spread through my chest at the gesture. "Please thank Dominic for me."