Reading Fluff Novels & Stories

Anna looked at him to spot any fear because anxiety was an expected expression. Brown on the other hand helplessly nodded and flinched to imitate the reactive expressions of feeling pain. Anna smirked and stroked his dick as the woman leaned in and spit mouthful over the tip. Brown felt her warm saliva dripping down from the cap of his cock towards the shaft. The certain sensation made him hot but also reminded him of the underlying upcoming feelings.

do I look like? The question provoked an answer he didn’t dare utter. Candlelight and satin, smoke and flame. Clearing his throat, he managed, ‘Sparkling water.’ The cat snorted at him. She scooted closer to Rachel’s side, where she watched him with her one narrowed eye. ‘Why doesn’t Fluffy like me?’ ‘She’s very particular, and has excellent taste.’ ‘So do I.’

BETTY Lucy slowly swirls the fizzing liquid in her flute, her eyes narrowing into a sharp, calculating squint. "You don’t care, huh?" I swallow hard, deliberately avoiding her piercing gaze, and tip the crystal flute back, downing the rest of the champagne in one highly unladylike gulp. "Yep," I pop the ‘p’, slamming the empty glass down on the granite counter. "It makes absolutely no difference to me whether he checks in or not. None at all." I nudge my glass toward her. "Pour me another round."

Want me to bring you something back? Realizing I sounded no different than usual, Lucas visibly relaxed. A voice message came through immediately. Lucas: [No need. Just buy whatever you like to eat. Love you.] I stared at the words "Love you" beneath the voice transcription and felt sick to my stomach. When I looked back at Lucy, she had already composed herself and was trying to strike up a casual conversation with me. Idiot. I ignored her completely, turned, and walked out of the bakery before dialing my father's number.

I wandered through the aisles, running my fingers along the spines, feeling a sense of belonging I hadn't felt in a long time. I spent the whole day there, completely lost among the books, reading story after story until I lost track of time. One book caught my attention "The Adventures of Sir Flufftail" a ridiculous but absolutely hilarious story about a brave and very dramatic rabbit knight who went on quests to save stolen carrot cakes from mischievous squirrels.

The weather has matched his mood perfectly for twenty-three days now. Twenty-three days. Twenty-three days since Flora's demise. Twenty-three days of this purgatory, watching her breathe but not live. "I brought you a good book you are gonna like," Lucas says, reaching into his messenger bag. He pulls out a dog-eared copy of *Pride and Prejudice*, its spine cracked from frequent reading. "I thought I might read to you again today. The nurses say that's good—that you might be able to hear me." He opens to where the bookmark indicates his progress and clears his throat.

Please tell me he somehow missed that. Unfortunately the chuckle he let out was only proof he had heard," I feel flattered that you're reading my book." "Don't flatter yourself, watching TV grows tedious," was my excuse when I knew I actually enjoyed reading his work. At first I had been looking for an alternative now that I couldn't find the book and instead of succumbing to despair I begrudgingly decided to just take a look at the manuscript he had given me. Needless to say I was impressed with the effortless flow at which the plot moved and was drawn into the very depths of the relationship between Frank and the other protagonist, Kelly.

I looked up and smiled with his happy Russian self smiling back at me. “Oh Miss Kate, you will make an old man blush.” I turned to Mrs. Flora, “Those smell delicious.” “Then come my dear Kate and eat!” I ended up eating two very large enchiladas of Mrs. Flora’s which were every bit better than the smell that enchanted me with them. We then ended up having a nice glass of wine and playing cards for quite some time. It was quite calming and distracting to listen to Mrs. Flora and Russ subtly flirt at each other and it truly appeared they enjoyed each other’s company. I didn’t know if it was more than that but either way, it was nice to know they had each other now and I realized my skepticism

Alone & Memories Stella "Ugh my head pounds like a bass drum, Fluffy..." I squinted against the morning sunlight spearing into my eyes. My pet feline simply purred obliviously, nestled on the pillow as I struggled to sit up. Fragments of last night flashed disjointed through my aching skull. Dinner's free flowing wine...James' infectious laughter and Lawrence's brooding tension thickening by the glass...stumbling home supported under Lawrence's thunderous expression.

In Rudy's mind, Alana is trying to impress him, making him think that she's from a good family. ---------- Amara sat on a table for two, waiting for her date. She did her best to make herself like a pretentious woman. Someone who's trying so hard to impress someone. Instead of going with her usual strategy, she decided to take things slow. Letting him think that he's luring just her. Just like what she did with Dylan Waltz. Ten minutes later, her date finally arrived. Rudy Fowler, a renowned chiropractor. She's been investigating him for six months, ensuring that all information she gathered were verified, and confirmed.