Dear Dolly Novels & Stories

Molly shared a hilarious truth about her most embarrassing childhood moment that had us in stitches. Then it was my turn again, and I found myself looking at Kyle. "Kyle, truth or dare?" He smirked confidently. "Dare, of course." I thought for a moment, wanting to bring some spicy energy to the game. "I dare you to give the person to your right a sensual back massage." Molly raised an eyebrow at Kyle, clearly intrigued. He chuckled and agreed, scooting over to her and offering a playful yet surprisingly skilled massage that left Molly blushing and giggling.

The one calling was Dolly. Figuring that Dolly was probably still emotionally unstable—since she had just recovered—and worried that something must have happened to her since she was calling this early in the morning, Xavia quickly picked up before asking, “Hello? Dolly? What is it?” “…Hmm? Well someone sounds sweet today… Did you gulp down a jar of honey this morning? Jokes aside, is it because you finally mustered enough courage to confess to Young Master Burton yesterday?” asked the nosy Dolly.

She was going to fucking cum. The realization came to her like shame, completely breaking the last of her sanity. Her pussy was curled firmly around Ryker's meat, aching for the full length. Her lips parted, and her broken sob came out openly. “Oh daddies! I am your slut and I… I don't fucking care...” she sobbed openly, completely abandoning her dignity under their heavy gazes. “I’m your slut... I’m Daddy's slut! Please, Ryker, just bury it in! Fuck me all the way! Damian, please... fuck me too… please…” She groaned, looking at all three brothers, pleading with her mouth, breasts, eyes, and pussy.

she said, then dropped her hand and looped her pinky finger through mine. My mind spun through a thousand possibilities, but it kept landing on the same one. I glanced back at the closed office door, trying to picture what the ding-dang-doodle had been going on in there. It had sounded like she’d been having sex with Alpha Caleb. But that was impossible – wasn’t it? ‘I think you just walked right into a honey trap here, Cin,’ said Dolly. ‘Do you know what a honey trap is?’ ‘Something real sticky,’ she said, with so much confidence that I didn’t have the heart to correct her.

Cherry carried her little pet and walked them to the old worn out couch. “Guess what, mommy got a job today and if you are wondering what kind of job could I possibly be given in a rich man’s company, well it is not just any kind of job, this one is far better and reputable. I don’t need to go for my other interviews anymore.” Dolly barked in response. “And you know what I am excited about? We are going to have our own first party here!” She cheered lifting Dolly up. “Don’t worry it’s just between you and me, remember we only have each other, you are my family I am your family.”

Scarlet genuinely pleaded with her. Dolly couldn't help but chuckle. “I am not angry at you, Scarlet. You are the only one who knows the best man for you and the kids,” She told her and then she stood to her feet. “I will go to my room and prepare for the visit,” and with that, Dolly head to her room and took the stairs. Scarlet briefly closes her eyes as she silently thanked God for giving her such a lovely friend, Dolly is not only a friend but her sister.

Don Daniels was a man who liked to surround himself with classy and sophisticated women. Dawn had only known the polished and vicious side of women growing up all his life. They might be soft and demure on the outside, but there were also thorns or poisoned barbs behind those pretty smiles. One could never be too careful around women as they have the ability to disarm a man.

She took a deep breath and typed honestly. **Tola:** Yes, Daddy. I’m so wet. I can’t stop thinking about you between my legs in that room. **Dr. Kane:** Naughty little girl. Send me a picture. Just your fingers on that pussy. No face. Tola didn’t even hesitate. She pulled her skirt up, spread her legs wide, and snapped a clear photo of her shiny, dripping fingers spreading her plump lips. She sent it before she could change her mind. The reply was fast and filthy.

The two continued chatting for a little bit more until Cyril decided to finally leave to meet Clarice. *** “Ugh! That guy… He’s not going to ditch me again, does he?” A young lady in her twenties muttered as she stared at the cup of tea that was just served to her. She has shoulder-length brown hair and wears a cream-colored hairpin on the left side of her head. She appears to be an office lady and was out here in the to have a break from her work. “I’m really going to strip and tie him up if he does it again!”

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.