Boxy T Morningwood Novels & Stories

She settled on the couch in the living room and stared at the box for a minute like a psycho before ripping everything into shreds. “Oh my fuck…what…” now it all made sense, the woman’s comment made more sense now. It was a sex toy….another one but this time it wasn’t a rose. A blue dildo vibrato…..it couldn’t go unnoticed with how the picture of it was in front of the box, bold and proud and when she opened it, it made her eyes bulge a little bit more. It wasn’t so huge which she appreciated because that’d have scared the shit out of her. She didn’t need to ask to know who it was from, she already knew. Part of how she knew was that he was the first and probably the only person who had boug

He stepped forward, holding a small wooden box in his hands. "Miss Moonlight," he began, his tone formal, as it always was when we had an audience—though tonight, it felt colder than usual. "Alpha Derek instructed me to deliver this to you." I frowned, eyeing the box he held. "What is it?" "Herbs," he replied simply, setting the box on the table in front of me. "Specifically, the birth control mixture you've been taking regularly." For a moment, I said nothing, staring at the ornate wooden lid that seemed far too delicate for something so bitter in purpose. The omega in me growled softly, her instincts resisting the sharp smell of restraint that emanated from the box even before I touched it

Abby: Once we got home I walked upstairs and seen all my boxes in the hallway I honestly didn't understand how I had so much. I started looking in the boxes and quickly realized that I didn't have this much Robyn put a lot of this in here I guess she added what she assumed I needed. The further I looked in this small the more hot my face became she put things in here that I had never used nor needed. I will officially call this the future sex box this woman put lube, condoms, lingerie, vibrators and even an a damn anal plug I need to put this damn box away. I walked into the bedroom and taped up the box again before quickly throwing it in the back of the closet on my side.

I needed to be taken. My eyes scanned the room, landing on the small, velvet-lined box on my bedside table. Inside lay a collection of toys, gifts from a previous Luna, a woman who understood the unique torment of an Alpha’s wife. My still slick fingers, reached for the box, fumbling with the latch. It clicked open, revealing a vibrant array of silicone and glass. My gaze settled on a long, thick dildo, veined and realistic, designed to mimic a powerful cock. It felt heavy in my hand, cool and smooth against my skin.

Bobby sighed as she leaned in closer before whispering, "Now your mommy is really, really tired and needs to fall sleep so give her a good night kiss." They shared a nice long loving kiss then before she finally broke away whispering, "I hope your mommy's dreams are as nice and as loving as that kiss we just shared, Bobby." "I hope so too," he whispered back as he snuggled down next to her . . . willing his cock to get hard again. It didn't work instead of getting hard he only felt sleepy. Eventually, he gave up and after snuggling up next to her, he fell fast asleep. Hours later, just before daybreak, Bobby woke up happy-- thanks to a serious case of morning wood. He carefully rose up, peer

Tommy managed to clear his head long enough to put away the groceries. Emma carried the plastic bag with the packages of lube back to the bedroom. She dumped them out on the bed and felt her sphincter throb in anticipation as she considered the selection. One was probably the most popular, based on commercials she had seen, and she figured she would start with it. It was a water-based gel, so they would need to reapply it to keep her tender backdoor moist and slippery. She swept the other packages back into the bag and dropped it into the top drawer of her dresser. Then she opened the box and removed the tube, carefully reading the directions and warnings as she kicked off her shoes and bent

I feel Dampbell's gaze on my butt but I can't do anything since, first, with the treadmill I can't turn or I would trip and, second, I can't talk since my breathing is labored and the only thing I can focus on is being able to breathe. Minutes later, I don't know how many, Bob slows down until the treadmill is still and tells us to change places, once we are in place he increases the speed again, once he has reached the indicated speed he goes towards a guy he is still training. I see how his muscles tighten as he runs and I see without disguise his round butt, he has more butt than some of the girls, luckily, I have a little more than him thanks to the sport. I watch as he turns his head an