Littles Stories Novels & Stories

We went to the local littles shop, our town does have a variety of bdsm shops, littles being one of them, you could find anything in our town. We went to the shop and I went crazy, I picked things for my princess, we don’t know how young she is when in little space but we hoped she would be young, like really young. I want my baby to be just that a baby, we’ll still take care of all her needs, including the sexual ones, but when she’s in her big girl headspace.

Heading upstairs, she made a detour to Lemon's room. It was already late, and the kids would usually be asleep by now. Mable gently pushed the door open and saw Nicki and Spike sitting on either side of the bed, telling Little Lemon a bedtime story and coaxing her to sleep. "The big bad wolf caught Little Red Riding Hood and wanted to eat her, but Little Red Riding Hood was clever. She told the big bad wolf that her house had many little lambs, and she was willing to take him there. The big bad wolf, greedy and arrogant, believed Little Red Riding Hood and followed her."

The seven followed the alpha into the office. - I want to introduce my mate, Luna Cadence, and my quadruplet girls, Liberty, Merry, Cassidy and Cherry, they are 3 years old and my daughter, Ebony, she's 6 years old. - the proud alpha says. – before you ask, yes, it's true, my luna has a strange attraction for the letter “Y”. - they all louth - I even shudder to imagine what name she's going to give my son – he says, running his hand over Luna's belly. - Congratulations Luna. - they all said to the pregnant woman.

he says in a sad voice, I get what he means if this place wasn't kink-friendly we'll all have to hide a big part of ourselves behind closed doors. I once read a story, it's called littles academy, a world where everyone is either sub or dom, and littles are regular and real things, I loved that book and the author is awesome. But sadly outside of this company walls showing my little self would be a big mistake people would judge and talk badly about you.

It was the kind that settled low and quiet and made a person very focused. She had looked me in the eye this afternoon and told me a story about an elderly woman. She had measured out the details carefully. She had held my gaze. And then the moment my back was turned, she had gone home and packed a bag and taken a child to an airport. If she had nothing to hide, she would not be running. That was the part that kept turning over in my head as I drove. Not the anger, not even the possibility of what the child might mean. Just that simple fact. Innocent people didn't flee the country on forty minutes' notice. People with secrets did.

he said. Inside were pages full of pencil sketches and short, clumsy sentences—none of them professionally done, all of them exactly him. There was a crooked family on the first page with two parents and a rescue dog named Bix. The second page had a sketch that looked suspiciously like our penthouse couch, with the caption: Where Tuesdays live. The book was a hand-made children’s story: The Little House That Held Tuesdays. Each page held a tiny adventure—the first puddle jump, the first burned pancake, the time a kite escaped and came back with a ribbon.

“Okay. Story about a coat.” Lyra sat on the edge of the bed and reached for one of the books on the shelf. Her hand hovered over a battered copy of *Little Red Riding Hood*—then veered away. There are no big bad wolves tonight. She picked a different one instead. Something about a small dragon who refused to learn how to roar properly and became a doctor instead. As she read, Luna’s eyelids drooped. Her fingers loosened on the stuffed wolf. Her breathing slowed, evened out.

Before I could stand, Lily tugged gently at the sleeve of my cardigan. "Can we have a story?" Sarah smiled apologetically. "It's getting late, sweetheart." "Just a little one," Lily pleaded, her lower lip pushing forward in a way that had always defeated every ounce of discipline I possessed. I laughed quietly and sat on the edge of the bed. Instinctively, the children shifted closer, drawn toward me with the unconscious certainty that mothers were safe places. "Alright," I whispered. "One little story." I began telling them about four tiny stars who believed they weren't bright enough to belong in the night sky. They searched for light everywhere except inside themselves until they discover

He wrapped his arms around me, bringing me closer than I already was. "I love it. Thank you." We sat down on the blanket and Xavier opened the picnic basket. Inside there was mainly junk food. I had already eaten dinner at the pack house so I wasn't complaining. I immediately grabbed the box of Oreos from him. Oreos were my favorite snack when I was little and I hadn't had them since. Xavier chuckled as he watched me scarf four down. "So tell me about yourself," I said after I swallowed my fifth Oreo. "What do you want to know Little One?"

Lila was already in her pajamas—whale-print ones—sitting on her big-girl bed with three stuffed animals lined up like an audience. “Daddy read The Little Mermaid!” she demanded. Alexander settled beside her, book in hand. Emily eased into the rocking chair—feet up, hands on her belly. Alexander’s voice filled the room—deep, warm, doing silly voices for the characters. Lila giggled every time he made Flounder sound nervous. Halfway through, Noah kicked hard—Emily gasped softly. Lila noticed immediately. “Baby okay?” Emily smiled. “Baby’s dancing to Daddy’s story.”