Naughty Gifts Novels & Stories

I think my dads are still stuck wearing some sort of holiday wear cause of my younger siblings but I believe all of the moms are wearing festive clothing like usual. "Hey baby we've gotta leave for your parents house soon" Gage says as he carries the gifts out to the truck. As I hear one door close, several more open followed by them closing and footsteps coming downstairs. I see my friends waddling their way over to the living room. "Hey everyone sleep okay?" I ask them as I watch them moving around half asleep and uncomfortable. "I'm okay just tired. The baby is draining me of all of my energy." Frankie says as she sits next to me and lays her head on my shoulder. "Yeah these little crotc

Nuella helped him to move the gifts into Nathan's study, but there were so many that they overflowed into the living room and gym, And so, the living room and gym were now filled with love letters of various sizes and colors, all of them addressed to Nathan. Hilda jumped in shock when she came home from work to see the entire house filled with love letters. "What are these?" She asked. Gasper had a blank expression on his face as he carried another box of love letters in. "These are for Nathan. They are gifts that the fans have been sending the boss." Gifts from Nathan's fans?

Nate had also brought a karaoke machine, and we badly sang songs and cried with laughter. When it came time to give out the Christmas gifts, I was the first to give mine since I wanted it over and done, and they could forget it. Kat loved the T-shirt I bought her. It was the one she liked from the little shop we had passed in front of while walking in the city a few weeks prior. On the other hand, Nate didn’t know what to think of the special ink pens I got him. I scratched my head and frowned, wondering if having them engraved with his name in a beautiful cursive font had been a little too over the top.

Forrest asked. I blushed at the reminder of some of the random gifts she has sent me, including her Christmas gift of a rose gold butt plug with a pink jewel on the end. Thankfully she didn’t let me open that in front of the entire Frost family on Christmas morning. Though I won’t tell her or the boys, for that matter, I've used it. Nuria did suggest using one to get us to something being there, so anal would maybe hurt less.

Jacob shrugged, and damn him, it was an infuriatingly sexy innocent shrug. “It’s not nice.” I just stared at him. “Not… nice? Jacob, ‘not nice’ is forgetting to hold the door for someone. ‘Not nice’ is using the last of the milk and putting the empty carton back in the fridge. This? This is a whole other category of ‘not nice.’ This is ‘potentially-start-a-pack-war-and-get-us-all-killed’ levels of not nice!” He sighed, finally looking a little less like a placid god and a little more like a guy in deep shit.

"If a person writes a detailed scenario... a dirty, illicit fantasy... creates a world where rules don't exist... is that person guilty of wanting it to happen?" The air left my lungs. He wasn't talking about the law. He was talking about us. About the scene I wrote. About the scene he read. "I..." I stammered. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. "Speak up, Maya," he challenged, dropping the 'Miss Lin'. "You seem to have a vivid imagination. Use it." I clenched my hands under the desk. I thought about my writing. I thought about the comment from Titan_X praising my understanding of power dynamics.

As she unwrapped the layers of red wrapping paper, a delicate and alluring ensemble emerged before her eyes. There, nestled within the box, was a red lacy bra, a matching red thong, and a net kimono. Vivian couldn't deny their beauty and craftsmanship, yet she felt conflicted about their significance. The intimate nature of the gift made her reflect on her past experiences with Ted and the complicated feelings that still lingered.

The dinner table fell into a dead silence. “Sweetheart, come with me.” Mom led me to the backyard and pushed open the storage room door. In the corner were more than a dozen neatly stacked cases of the exact same whisky. Some were damp and moldy, others were covered in cobwebs. These were all the New Year’s gifts I had my husband, Kevin Zane, buy over the past three years. “W-What is this?” My voice came out dry. My throat was tight.

She also resisted the urge to cough as the smoke tickled her throat. “I was told you like to have the first go with the new girls. I guess you can say I was sent by a secret Santa. But if you do not like my gifts, I can return them.” “You already look like a washed up two bit whore to me. I will decide if I like your gifts or not cunt. And you will not speak another word unless I fucking tell you to speak.”

"Go away." Spencer pretended to kick her away before continuing to sniff them. Sitting on the couch, Yuna smiled widely. After Spencer was satisfied, he started giving the gifts to the kids. Natalie and Nathaniel happily accepted everything from him. After playing with them for a long while, Spencer pulled out a gift for Yuna. "Surra, here's a gift for you too." "For me?" Yuna was surprised. Seeing the bottles of facial products, makeup essentials, and perfume, she couldn't help but complain, "Spencer, don't you think these are too much for me to use?"