Little Spoon Cuddle Novels & Stories

Only one was available, the same one she had rested from earlier. Kent suddenly got up and offered, “You can take mine, Zia.” “Oh, no. That’s not necessary,” Clint quickly said. He put his arm around Zia and declared, “We like to cuddle. One is enough for us. Isn’t that right, Sweet Lips?” “Um.” Zia smiled brightly. She put her arm around Clint’s lean waist and said, “Yes, that’s right. I love cuddling with my Cuddle Muffin.” “Ah, my Sweet Lips,” Clint said with a smirk.

"Here's your dessert, and here's some warm milk. If you want more, just call me, okay?" Primrose softly nodded, her eyes widening with an obedient expression. It was as if all the prickly quills of a little hedgehog had disappeared, leaving behind only this adorable, gentle version of herself. Joel couldn't help but be overwhelmed with affection, wanting to step closer and kiss her until they were both breathless.

Even she couldn't help her bond, but she still kept her hands to herself and much more mature about it. He looks back at her, whispering away how addicting her scent was and I picked up my spoon to slurp at my soup. It was still hot, so I blew it a few times feeling a bit hot and lewd at the same time. I look up briefly while blowing the temperature of my soup in my spoon, and I see Bahm and Hunnie kissing. His lips were so much more juicer and bigger than hers that we was easily able to suck on hers. I was impressed to see Hunnie kissing him on his own as well.

“Um…not that I’m complaining, but Jesus Christ, baby doll. What the hell’s gotten into you tonight? I could’ve sworn there for a minute that you were actually glad to see me.” I wrinkled my nose, dismissing that idea. “Of course not. I think you just made me momentarily soft with that stupid cuddling bullshit you forced me to take part in last time. I’m sure I’ll get it out of my system soon.” His grin flashed. “In that case.” He hopped off me and turned me onto my side so we were spooning. “We need to restock more cuddling powers into you so you’ll stay like this longer.” Then he sighed and relaxed into me, caressing his leg up the back of mine and fitting his resting junk right up against

The intense way he watched me, the slight furrow of concentration in his brow, the way his thumb stroked the side of the bowl. He fed me in silence, each spoonful a small, intimate act that chipped away at my embarrassment, replacing it with something else. Something warm and syrupy that pooled in my belly. I ate the bread, sipped the sweet blue Jello Water, all without a word. My eyes grew heavy, my blinks becoming longer and longer as I watched him from beneath my heavy lids.

“One more spoon. This is the last one. I promise,” Ariella said to her mother while feeding her that healthy mixed vegetables soup which she had prepared for her. Her mother sighed and then drank the soup from the spoon which she had been extending towards her mouth and it made Shyla clap slowly in happiness.

Slowly, the hall returned to its rhythm: Spoons scraping bowls. Soft conversation. A child being hushed by an older woman. The clatter of a dropped cup. Life continues, even in the shadows. I lifted the spoon, hands trembling slightly, and tasted the broth. Warm. Savory. Real. And unexpectedly comforting. Jessa smiled when she saw my expression. “Told you. The little things.” She nudged my knee lightly under the table, a simple gesture that said: You’re not alone here. Not while I’m with you. And for the first time all morning -

“Squishy starfish is just one of them.” Sebastian entered behind her, looking slightly more awake than usual but still groggy enough to be adorable. He carried two coffee mugs, one of which he passed to me. “Don’t fight her,” he said with a smirk. “The baby’s officially obsessed.” “So is your wife,” I added, watching as Shelly planted kisses all over Aubree’s chubby cheeks. “She drooled on me this morning,” Shelly announced like it was an award. “Right on my mouth. I think that means we’re bonded for life.”

I try talking him into staying in today and just cuddling. "We'll cuddle when the day is over, and we'll cuddle in the class, and we'll cuddle during our joined classes, and we'll cuddle during breakfast and lunch, and dinner, we're even cuddling now," he says kissing my face and nose making me giggle.

We walked across the field as she pointed out setup areas; snack tables far from the bubble machine, shaded corners for babies who needed quiet breaks, and a safe foam-play section. “And the food?” Anders asked, surprising me. Sofia turned to him. “Ah yes. Light finger foods for toddlers; fruit cups, mini sandwiches, soft snacks. And for adults, something flavorful but not messy.” “Good,” Anders said. “Carrie is still traumatized from last week’s spaghetti incident.” “Hey,” I muttered, “he threw the whole bowl at me. I didn’t ask for that.” Ellen burst into laughter. “Proof that Leo takes after you. Dramatic.”