Scary Stories Dog Licking Hand Novels & Stories

I can see blood somewhere on the locker and I see Sophie's friend, Winsy, on the floor. She's holding her hand as there is an injury there and I can already guess what that is. The wolf! She says slowly to me me and Victoria get close to her holding her hand and then we look forward at the beginning of the hall. We can see the giant gray wolf. It has starving eyes. There is a saliva coming out of the mouth and the fangs are scratching the ground. We head over to help her from the ground. Victoria as we run towards Whinsy and pick her from the ground to get up.

He snarls playfully. "No!" I squeal as his hand nears my face. When it appeared that I would not win the fight, I decided to deploy a move of my own. I grabbed his hand as it was about to make contact with my cheek, instead making his fingers come toward my mouth. I lick the cream off of them, slow and sensually, keeping eye contact with him all the while. I think my inner wolf awakening was really just my hoe awakening because I enjoyed every second of him watching me do it.

She mustered the courage to stroke the puppy's head. The puppy eagerly continued to shower Josephine's hand with affectionate licks, but as its tongue made contact with her fingers, Josephine instinctively withdrew her hand. She couldn't understand why she would react that way. She simply thought it was probably something to do with the images from her dream about dogs biting her.

Dakota purred, her fingers tracing along his collar. Jake scoffed. "She's probably busy scrubbing the floor right now. After all, she knows there's a tiny 0.01% increase waiting." Soon, the stillness of the night was broken by the sound of tearing fabric and moans. With a deep breath, I flung the tent flap open. Moonlight spilled in, revealing two bodies entwined. Dakota had a leather collar around her neck, with her black stockings partially rolled down. All the while, Jake kept his hand clamped around her waist.

He didn't dodge my hand, but his body clearly went stiff, and his thick tail swayed a couple of times on its own. Seeing his tail move, I felt relieved and went ahead and touched him. The strange sounds from his throat grew a little clearer, and his beautiful eyes slowly closed. His whole body was burning hot. I thought he just didn't like being touched, so I reluctantly pulled my hand back and continued feeding him like before. But that night, half asleep, I felt someone kissing me. I felt a pair of lips touch my forehead, then my chin and my neck, and finally my mouth, moving slowly and brushing against me again and again.

i said while lying down and slept on my side giving him my back. He muttered something but i don't care. After sometime, i feel dip on the other side of the bed and i guess he also slept. I felt some tickling on my hand as if someone is licking my fingers. I tried to wake up from my deep slumber but still didn't open my eyes He is still licking it. Nerve of this man!!! I will kill him. I immediately opened my eyes to gave him a slap but instead of him, i found a puppy licking my hands which was waving in air. I must have dropped my hand while sleeping.

Like he didn’t want me to feel threatened. Hesitantly, I let my fingers curl into that soft fur to scratch the back of his head and his jaw dropped in a happy pant. The sight of those teeth was terrifying, but I swallowed my fear back and scratched behind his ears. And the dog leaned into the touch, still panting. “I owe you a thank you,” I said with a nervous chuckle. “For getting rid of those assholes.” He raised his nose then, nudging harder into my palm when I started to pull my hand back nervously.

This lady is weird. She came close to my neck and inhaled my scent, closing her eyes "just as I imagined" and licked my ear. What is it with people licking my ear as if it was a lollipop? Her voice sounds familiar, very familiar but I can't remember where I heard it. She held my mouth and kissed me on the lips followed by licking my face. Gush this is so weird, this lady is sick. She giggled "I can hear your thoughts you know." I was shaking uncontrollably with fear"why are you doing this? "

He finally let go and I hit the tile with a loud thud, gasping for air. He squatted in front of me, brought up his thumb to roughly wipe the blood from my torn lips. He held it up, examined it, and then, with that cold predatory stare locked on mine, he slowly dragged the same thumb across his mouth and licked the blood off. Something inside me went ice as disgust and fear rolled through me. My wolf whimpered, cowering in the back of my mind.

Its hot and imposing body only inches from mine, I close may eyes waiting the moment it will tear my throat apart. I feel a sudden humidity on my face and when I slowly open my eyes, I face this scary animal licking my cheek. Its hot, big and pleasantly coarse tongue swipes my chin and goes down my neck, what kind of twisted mind gets aroused by being licked by a killer animal, about to devour one whole? It may be the adrenaline, the fear of death, but without me being able to control myself, my hands had a will of their own, they stretch out on its torso felling the soft and thick fur slide through my fingers.