Foxy Funny Novels & Stories

Roxy had been relentless in her persuasion, a force of nature armed with glittery eyeshadow and an unshakeable belief that a party could solve anything. "It'll be fun! Everyone will be there. You need to let loose and celebrate our big win!" she'd argued, bouncing on the balls of her feet. I, wanting to be a good friend and secretly hoping Roxy was right, had reluctantly agreed.

Ford asked. “Um… I kind of want you to fuck me doggy style right here….” I replied. I acted all innocent as I began to move my hips. His dick hadn’t left me or gone down yet. “Just so you can compare if my ass is truly as white as the full moon.” Ford chuckled and rolled his eyes at my joke, “No offense to the Moon Goddess, but I prefer your buttocks to the moon. Even if they are as white as paper." “You’ve got a white butt too, you know. Even worse than me!” I responded. Still moving. Is it weird we can have conversations while we’re fucking, because I kind of like it? It’s fun not to take everything so seriously.

The kind that made your ribs feel too small for your heart. “You know,” she said, her gaze flicking over Fiero’s limp form like it didn’t matter, “if you’re gonna keep flatlining in public, at least do it with flair. Fake a seizure. Bite Moses. Make it memorable.” Joy didn’t bother to answer. She was too busy holding Fiero’s head up, brushing his damp curls from his forehead, checking the color in his cheeks. “Seriously, Joy,” Mika added, eyes gleaming. “If you’re going to break your toys, at least let us borrow them first.”

"You are, you know. Totally foxy. But don't let it go to your head." "I'll do my best." His cheeks were red again, and I snickered, laying my hand alongside his cheek. "Awww, look at you, all embarrassed and blushing. It's so flipping cute." "Hey." He rolled us over so that he was on top of me, his eyes staring into mine. "I'm not cute. Puppies are cute. Babies are cute. I'm a fucking fox, remember?" I giggled. "Okay, Deacon. Duly noted. You're not at all cute. You're a powerful, sexy fucking fox."

He asks raising a eyebrow. "James you always look like shit. And yes it looks like your cock blocking ass was too late to kill our joy, fuck yes the night was fun" Roxy says sassily before showing him the bird. "That's a shame, well good thing I'm here for the rest of the week and I'm going to be the biggest kill joy. Like for starters, go put on some pants child, you look like a 2 dollar hooker" he says in a voice which I think he thinks sounds like mom.

Byeol stood with her hands on her hips, Sasha standing by her side as the two marched over and shielded Luna from him. Hearing the footsteps of a third person, Jian stepped out onto the balcony. "Foxy, why did you run away? All I asked for was your number!" Jian looked like a poor kicked puppy, eyes locked onto Sasha, who clicked her tongue in annoyance. "For the last time, playboys are not my type! So why don't you and your creepy friend here back off and leave before I make you leave!" Sasha confidently stepped forward, popping her knuckles, showing that she was not messing around.

I’d been home for three hours. They couldn’t just be finishing now, could they? I typed nervously: “Does your fox fae ever wake up in the middle of the night to… workout?” Two quick voice notes pinged back. “The owner said fox faes have strong desires. If they can’t satisfy those desires, they get restless at night and workout to relieve themselves. “Maybe you should try it with yours… hmm.” …She’d been kissed again. The sound alone was driving me crazy. Add that to Fennrick’s taut, sculpted back under the balcony light?

Yet, there seemed to be no bullet fired. “The magazines are here.” Tyr lifted his hand, showing the clip in his hand. “I told you that your gun couldn’t kill me.” Foxy froze. It was like she had seen a ghost. Tyr had not only dodged her first bullet but also stole her magazine from right under her nose. She did not notice a single thing or even grasped when he had struck. The speed far exceeded Foxy’s understanding. “You can have it back.” Tyr did not show a shred of mercy. He slammed his palm to Foxy’s chest and the other to her mouth. In a blink of an eye, Tyr had already stuffed a handful of bullets into her mouth.

Tommy Fox said seriously, "You know I'm always picky, and considering that I brought you all the way here to enjoy the scenery and good food, it wouldn't be fair if my junior refuses, right?" Tommy Fox possessed the ability to infuse everything with humor and wit. Privately, he was somewhat different from the calm, intelligent, and logically structured lawyer in the courtroom. However, there was a commonality: he was articulate but never imposing. Being with him, I felt light-hearted and happy.

) and bounced away; Finn could feel his contentedness well up inside of him before spilling over into his own emotions, and he let it, let it fill his mind and body. “Disgusting”. Fox grumbled from his spot on the couch, in his usual spot with an arm wrapped around Jax’s shoulders. His partner slapped him on the shoulder lightly, scolding him. “No, wrong, they’re absolutely adorable,” He said, shaking his fists in tiny, excited motions and smiling widely, “you can't tell me they’re not the cutest thing to happen all year.” Fox rolled his eyes. “Don’t be a hypocrite”. Finn added meekly; Fox stared at him with his sharp gaze, the kind of look that Finn had to build up an immunity to.