Cuddles Novelas e Histórias

“I’ve been good… I need it.” Damien kissed my neck. “Come for us, baby. Let us hear those pretty sounds.” I shattered with a long, trembling moan, my body shaking between them as the orgasms rolled through me in gentle waves. They held me through it, whispering praises and stroking my skin. Afterward, they removed the toys and wrapped me in a soft blanket. The three of us stayed in the lounge for a long time, talking quietly about the future, the academy, and the complicated feelings growing between us.

I had b​een staring at the ceiling for what felt like forever, the quiet of the room wr​a‍ppin‍g‍ around me‌ lik‌e a soft blan⁠ket that somehow made every thou⁠ght​ loud‍er. My​ mind woul​dn’t stay still. It kept drifti‌ng, loopin⁠g back to the same places over and over. I wondered how it would feel to be in‍ his ar⁠ms, really in th‍e‍m, not just⁠ clo‌s⁠e by accident o​r for a second o⁠f‌ comfort⁠. I imagined the weight of his arm across my waist, the steady rise an​d⁠ fall‌ of his chest under my cheek, the way his body heat wou‍ld seep i​nto mine until the lin⁠e‍ betwe​en us bl⁠urred. Cuddling. The word its⁠elf felt almo‍st to​o si⁠mple for h‍ow mu‍ch I wanted‍ it. I pictur ⁠ed us tangled⁠

she murmured softly. She looked around the room again before walking over to her bag. Kneeling beside it, she unzipped the front pocket and pulled something out carefully. A small plush elephant. Soft grey fabric. Slightly worn. One ear bent from years of being carried around. “Mr. Cuddles,” she whispered. Her lips curved into the faintest smile. The toy had been with her since childhood. The only thing she had kept through every move, every lonely night, every quiet heartbreak.

The room is filled with the comforting scent of our beloved mates, a mixture of warmth and familiarity that instantly puts us at ease. With excitement bubbling within us, we begin gathering all the cozy blankets, soft pillows, and fragrant bedding from the bed that carries the scent of our mates. Each item is carefully chosen, our paws delicately arranging them in a meticulous manner. We want our nest to be perfect, a sanctuary where we can find solace and comfort.

Kenneth cuddled even closer, touching the smoothness of her thigh with his warm hand and folding his body precisely in the shape of hers. Kita slightly turns and gazes at him; Ken kisses her on the cheek, speaking softly in her ear. "I just want to cuddle and be close to you, that's all. You can go back to sleep." Kita turned her head back around and drifted back into sleep. It was cold and dark outside, and having his warm body next to hers was comforting. His masculine scent made Kita relax in his embrace as she went deeper into dreamland.

It is a scent that speaks of love and protection, a scent that the pups instinctively recognize as their own. In this moment, the room is filled with a symphony of laughter and joy. The sight of the alphas cradling the pups, their faces adorned with smiles, is a testament to the power of connection and the beauty of unconditional love. The pups, in their innocence and playfulness, have managed to captivate the hearts of everyone present, forging bonds that will last a lifetime.

Roderick serenaded Cynthia with his guitar, his voice a harmonious melody that resonated with the tranquil night. They retired to the cozy cabin, where a fireplace crackled, casting a warm glow over the room. They cuddled under a soft, furry blanket, sipping hot cocoa, and whispering sweet nothings to each other. It was a night filled with laughter, love, and the promise of forever. The months passed, and Roderick and Cynthia continued to explore their shared passions and interests. They attended art classes together, painted canvases side by side, and discovered a shared love for creating beauty with their hands.

We ride out our climax, and she collapses on top of me. We need showers but don't care right now. Our scent mixed together is everything. It feels like home, and holding her is more important to me. I gather her hair, move it to the side and start stroking her back with my fingertips. Never done this before, cuddled with someone after sex. Honestly only person I've cuddled with is Emerald, even as friends. She would come to my room during her nightmares, and I'd hold her. Or if we were hanging out with our friends. Or alone, my head was on her lap or the other way around. Her legs would be on top of mine, something for us to be touching. I never noticed that before. It wasn't until Wes point

I can't help but-', he paused abruptly, noticing her dampened cheeks. 'Hey, forgive me cupcake. I won't say anything that'll hurt you, ultimately', he cooed softly, whispering soothing words in her ears while pushing her face in his chest to stifle her wrecked, inaudible sobs. He gently stroked her trembling spine, making her close her eyes in seek of his warmth and musky cologne, calming and oddly comforting.

“I’ll have to go brush my teeth now, but I’ll be back soon. Want to watch some TV together?” And there was that excitement in Alfie’s eyes again that Jaden couldn’t get enough of. Sitting up Alfie nodded his head. “I want to… and cuddle. Can we cuddle?” Jaden sighed but nevertheless agreed. “We can. I’ve already spent so much time cuddling with you in your wolf form, it doesn’t make much of a difference.” - -