Sitting On Lap Story Novels & Stories

HIM: I might fall for you! HER: [sits in your lap and wraps arms around neck, teasingly rakes through your hair from behind] Oh? What if i want that to happen? HIM: [purses lips and grabs your waist] Oh? You'd have to take responsibility then. [closes in... sniffs your hair] HER: [oh-haah~ slides hands upwards in your hair with a soft chuckle] I will take the responsibility if you allow me. Do you? HIM: [Smirks] My my, you sure are bold... but perhaps i can give you the chance. [blushes] My lady!

I pulled the seat back as far as it could go and brought my legs together. “Permission, Logan.” “Oh, right.” I sighed. “Little bird, you can come sit now.” She nodded and came towards me. Auri turned and sat down in my lap. But she was nervous to swing her legs in. Tapping my legs, she waited for a moment. Confused, I separated my legs and she slipped hers between mine. Confused, I brought them together again and I hissed, my leg touching the sliver manacles. Her head fell and I could feel her start to leave my lap but I placed my hands on her waist, holding her in place.

He looked up from the screen and tapping on his lap, he repeated, "Come sit here." "No, I can't!" I found that informal and insane to do. Harvis cooed, "Come sit here, don't be shy my princess." I stood up from the seat shyly not because I wanted to but because I felt a force lifting my feet from the ground. I placed my butt on his lap and he grabbed his hand around my waist and continued looking at the screen.

Cyra's feet paused when she eliminated all the distance between their bodies, but he still continued to tug on her wrist, which bewildered her. Did he want her to sit on his lap now? That thought shuddered her heart. No, she was thinking too much. “Come here,” she heard him uttering, while he joined his knees. Her throat dried up. He really wanted her to sit on his lap. But Cyra knew she could not dare to go against his words. Her opinion didn't matter here to him, right? Clenching her fists, she reduced all the gap between them, and then sat on his lap. Her legs rested on both sides of his. Her heartbeat inflated the moment she felt her hips getting pressed against his thick things.

I look at Campbell quizzically and he smiles mischievously, he sits down and pulls the handcuffs and sits me on his lap, some of the students already in the class stare at us and I look away embarrassed, I don't want them to think I'm one of their bitches. - I don't want to be like this- I grumble. - Okay- he laughs and lifts us up so I sit on the chair and he sits on my lap, we start laughing, I wasn't expecting that. - Campbell, you're crushing me- I say with some difficulty, he says nothing and we enter the elevator, almost all the students have already seen us, only the teacher is left, "No, he already saw us. - Campbell, what are you doing sitting on top of the lady- he asks lowering hi

I did not know what he was trying to do, but I went to the driver’s seat. The moment I reached him, Frank dragged me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me. “W-What are you doing, Mr. Zelhar?” I was shocked. Frank, meanwhile, pressed his body against mine and whispered, “Teaching you how to drive, of course! You’ll learn much faster this way.” Was I supposed to learn how to drive while sitting in Frank’s lap? This was so embarrassing! I was wearing barely anything on my lower body, so the moment I sat down, my undergarments immediately touched Frank’s hips.

”Please, let’s sit down, Max is outside getting us some food from the grill” Se tells us. There’s no room to sit next to each other so we sit on different couches and I notice that this bothers Sebastian. Well, I would prefer sitting next to him too, but what can you do. And I most certainly will not sit on his lap! ”It’s okay” I tell him. Soon some girl drops herself on my lap and puts her hands around my neck. Oh no. I grab her hands and push her away. She sulks and moves over to the next guy. This is not going well. Soon Max arrives and pulls Lucy on his lap.

She didn’t know why today her lips were so heavy. “ No, I want you to sit on my lap, it would be fun that way. Don’t you think?” This man was really starting to get on her nerves. Did she really have to sit on his laps? That would be so personal and she didn’t think that she had reached that level with him. But knowing what was at stake, she slowly sat on his lap and she moaned slightly feeling how comfortable and sweet it turned out to be. Ivan chuckled” you are such an impatient little woman huh…..”

“Come sit on my lap.” The car felt smaller suddenly, the air thick with everything unsaid. His touch was firm, patient, and coaxing. I bit my lip as I moved across the console, my skirt riding up as I settled on his lap. He reclined the seat, making just enough room for what he wanted.

I reassure her. We stop at a bench next to the path we're walking on. I sit down and pull her into my lap. We sit there holding each other, talking about how things have been. She seems to have done a lot in two weeks. The more she tells me the more I don't know how she possibly had the time to do it all. As she sits on my lap, our conversation melts into nothing more than slow, soft kisses until a woman comes up to us and clears her throat.