Give Me The Pacifier Novels & Stories

“I just want her to be safe, that’s all.” Susan shot him a look, but she said nothing. They chose the stroller and moved on to the cribs. This time, Susan let Leo take the lead as he inspected each one meticulously. After much deliberation, they settled on a white crib with simple, elegant lines and a matching dresser. “Okay, pacifiers next,” Susan said as they made their way to the smaller items. Leo picked up a pack of pastel-colored pacifiers, frowning at the description on the back. “Anti-colic? Is that a thing?”

“Why not? I’m already seventeen, going to be eighteen soon. Why can’t I buy safety pacifiers, My Lovely Elder Brother?” “Okay… Okay… I’ve got it… I’ve got it… Then, I can sometimes try buying safety pacifiers and stock them at home. From now on, we’ll need them very much, very urgently and very frequently. Do you think so?” Erito didn’t utter anything. He simply nodded his head. His elder brother went on touching and caressing his manhood device. “We don’t have any safety pacifier here, Eriwan… We don’t have any lube either…” hissed Erito beginning to bend and curve his head backwards. His manhood lust and desire had soared up higher and higher.

"Did you hear that?" "I heard. Is it real?" "Let's go see." We rushed to Asher's incubator. There he was. Still tiny. But no ventilator tube in his mouth. No machine breathing for him. Just Asher. Breathing on his own. His little chest rising and falling. Steady and independent. "Thank God," Isla whispered. "He's really doing it." "He really is." The nurse came over with something tiny in her hand. A pacifier. Guitar pick-sized.