Cuddles Novels & Stories

My collection of cute cuddlies serves a much more therapeutic purpose than appealing to the ‘little princess’ hidden within. I ponder for a moment, trying to decide which critter to select, then my eyes fall on The Chosen One and I smile. I cross to the back of the closet, select a certain purple-and-green dinosaur, and remove him from the pile. In my imagination, I can hear the whimpering dinosaur pleading with me to let him go, and hear his friends crying as I take him out of the closet and back into my room, closing the closet door behind us.

even though I just realized it now. The temperature of the room came cooler. Daddy Damon turned the lights off, making the room darkened. We always had a blanket underneath the couch. Daddy grabbed it and wrapped ourselves. He hugged me more as I dug my head on his neck. I can feel his manhood sleeping as I bumped it with my knees. When we say cuddle, we don’t do sex.