Little Spoon Cuddle Novels & Stories

I did not even know if they knew the dungeons existed. I took the spoon next and mixed the granola in with the yogurt. The crunch of the granola and the taste of the peach yogurt tickle my taste buds. I enjoy every bite. As I finish, I can see relief go over the omega and she nods to me before taking the tray away and out the door.

I heard my stomach grumble but I don't want to let go. I pouted when he detach himself from our hug and he assist me in sitting on the bed and it brings back memories on how he took care of me when I was in the hospital a few months ago. I heard a whizzing sound and a table is coming towards me. It is so cool! I want one also! Gideon place 2 plate and a bowl in front of me. The bowl have a steaming soup with vegetables and bits of chicken floating and in my delight the 2 plates contain fries and nuggets.

He said cupping my cheeks and I smiled "What do you want to do?" "Cuddle" I answered without wasting time "Are you not hungry I ordered a lot of things I can cook for you too if you want me to" "Hmmm" I shook my head "You don't want to?" "I just want to cuddle" I said hugging him "Mn" He smiled and scoop me into his arms, he took me to the bed hugging me calmly "Tana?" He called in a calmed voice "Hm?" I answered enjoying the comfort of his arms

The soup looked so unappetizing, but maybe if I imagined it were a bowl of fruit, I could taste it. “I miss strawberries. And blueberries,” I whined, closing my eyes as I tasted the bland, watered down soup. Please mind, just pretend that this is a delicious bowl of fruit. After a few bites, I tried handing Elliot the bowl, but it wouldn’t fit through the bars, so I was forced to feed him. My hand trembled as I reached the spoon through the tiny opening. His mouth opened and closed around the spoon, our eyes never leaving the other’s. The moment felt so incredibly intimate, but not in a sexual way.

On the tray in front of her were two pieces of leftover toast, a small bowl of fruit purée she’d barely touched, and a white plastic spoon that had apparently just been rejected on principle. Salma sat on the sofa, folding one of Poppy’s tiny cardigans while watching all this with the expression of a woman who had spent far too long around Belskys to be surprised anymore. “What now?” I asked. Poppy held up the spoon between two fingers, her face full of personal disgust. “This is a sad spoon.” I stopped at the bedside. “Excuse me?” “Look at the shape.” She pointed at it seriously. “It’s flat. It has no spirit. I want a spoon that’s... uplifting.”

Soft-colored lights dance across the walls, casting a mesmerizing ambiance. Caleb’s meticulous attention to detail astounds her and tears well up as she surveys the mini haven he created. Flower petals float on the surface of the bathtub, the snack racy spread from one end to the other, horizontally on the bathtub has what looks like a Stanley cup in her favorite color, lilac. The Stanley Cup has a lilac, circular silicone tray that is divided into sections. Melanie goes closer to check what is in the circular snack tray, hanging at the neck of the Stanley cut and she sees chocolates of different shapes and sizes, crackers, fruits, and all sorts of things.

As Adam brought the spoon closer, a small droplet of the delectable ice cream clung to the back near the handle, escaping its confines and landing on Isabella's chin. "Whoops," Adam playfully exclaimed, his laughter mingling with the air. Not missing a beat, he skillfully used the spoon to gather the dribbled dollop, deliberately keeping his gaze locked with Isabella's. The intimate connection sparked an electric charge within her, and she felt a shiver coursing through her body, betraying the growing desire that consumed her.

The pack house offers a serene atmosphere where we can unwind and spend quality time together. Let's create a welcoming environment for her, ensuring she feels nourished and cared for. Experience the ultimate comfort and satisfaction as they lovingly cradle me, ensuring a seamless transition from one embrace to another. With each switch, they tenderly pacify me, allowing me to relish every moment of nourishment. As we gather in the cozy living room, encircled tightly, I find myself at the heart of their affectionate presence. This enables me to effortlessly move between them, indulging in their life-giving essence until my hunger is satiated, and my contentment knows no bounds.

"If that's a sex joke, I'm not exactly in the mood..." Scott slid over to the couch, holding the bowl like a prized trophy. "I promise you'll love this!" "... What is it?" Rayan asked dubiously. Scott lifted up the spoon and held it close to Rayan's mouth. "Chocolate chip cookie dough pudding! You've got to taste it!" Rayan tried to take the spoon, but Scott moved it out of his reach. "Let me feed you," Scott insisted. "I know how hard it can be for you to manage with your left hand."

Just a bowl of warm oat porridge, three honey-berry shortbreads, and one hug that holds. That's all.