Novel & Cerita Little Space Triggers

Trick and Riley should be here soon, I just hope he hasn't forgotten he had to go pick her up at school after he ran his errands. It's stupid I'm even thinking this way, because if there's one thing about Trick, it's that he'll never forget his Sprite. The thought warms my heart. Just as I pick up my phone to call him, I hear their footsteps on the stairs leading up to the apartment. Next month though, we'll have an inside entrance. The loan for the building next door went through, and we're working on expanding our apartment. I can't wait. "Babe!" "Mom!"

It was quite spacious for one person but too small for two, especially for a man of his body size. Glancing back at Triana, Vlador's eyes narrowed. It turned out that her slender body had its uses in unexpected situations like this.

It made me sick that Skinny considered me in bed together with that thing. Every woman has made you sick since her. That's the reason for this outing in the first place. My subconscious reminded. "I'm not interested," I replied finally. Skinny sighed and muttered curses under his breath. Trigger, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying himself with a half drained bottle of Hennessey. Something seemed to be amusing him that I couldn't place. I had an idea what it was so I didn't bother asking. "Seventeen," he murmured over his glass before taking a sip, my jaw ticked slightly due to the gnashing of my teeth.

I drop the machine onto the bed, the thud is muffled by the comforter, and I reach for the attachments. There are six of them, silicone and textured, varying in size from slender to oh god…fucking huge. I pick up the third largest, running my thumb over the ridged surface, imagining how it will feel inside me. The thought alone makes my clit throb, making my inner muscles clench. I swallow hard, my mouth dry, and attach it with a sharp click, the sound echoing in the quiet room. The remote is small, black, with a single red power button at the centre. I grip it like it’s the only thing keeping me grounded, my thumb hovering over the surface. But I’m not ready yet. Not quite.

There are a lot of things that I tend to get freaked out by, spiders or more precisely, bugs, clowns and even being in small spaces. Claustrophobic? No, I wouldn't really call myself that but being in a small or confined space gives me anxiety and even discomfort. My heart would be uncontrollably fast and my body would start to shake, probably because of how bad I want to be in a more larger space; not that it has bother me much, I can be in an elevator or in the fitting room but I can't for long. Fifteen minutes, tops. If I stay for longer than that, I'd end up fainting.

She wasn't sobbing and crying hard, but she was getting more frustrated by the minute. "It happens to all little's, baby. When they're in a situation that forces them into little space, when they go back to their normal age, all that they'd experience in little space is forgotten. That's because the reason why you ended up in little space is something that angered you, scared you even." My voice was soft, and my fingers didn't stop caressing her hand. Slowly, I intertwined our hands. Her small hand fir perfectly into mine, and I loved the feeling of her skin against mine.

His fingers quickened their pace, spreading me wider. The room seemed to shrink around me, and as I closed my eyes completely, it happened. The knot released, accompanied by a loud moan, and he didn't stop until my legs were trembling uncontrollably and my entire lower region throbbed with sensitivity. He sat back, his silver eyes fixated on me as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean.

I took four days off from work as I drove my family to our cabin in the woods, we quickly set up everything we would be needing, my mom strictly warned us about taking any work related calls because we would be in deep shit, and we know better than to disobey her, that woman can become an erupting volcano when she is angry, I wouldn't want that on my head. I don't know where it came from but my little sister decided that we prepare a trap, because she believed that in this woods, we could find unicorns. I told her that she had been reading too many fantasy novels, but she wouldn't let me be, so I had to do what she wanted for my own

“The small remote.” I dig through the tissue and pull out a tiny black remote with a single button and a dial. My fingers tremble slightly as I hold it up. “Turn it on,” he commands softly. I press the button. The egg-shaped toy suddenly comes alive in my hands, buzzing with a strong, steady vibration that travels up my arms. I yelp and drop it onto the bed like it burned me. “My goodness!” I gasp, eyes wide. “It vibrates!” Tristan chuckles, the sound rich and low. “Hence the name. It’s a vibrator, Andrea.”

“It beeps if I go more than fifty feet from the base unit. I tried to take out the trash yesterday and it nearly gave me a heart attack.” Wes brings over two mugs, handing me one before dropping into the armchair across from me. “At least you’re home. That’s what matters.” Home. The word sounds foreign. I glance around the apartment, the same walls, same furniture but everything feels smaller. The air is heavier. Freedom doesn’t feel like freedom when there’s a tracking signal pulsing from your leg. Even the soft hum of the refrigerator feels like a reminder that I’m tethered, measured, observed.