Slippery T Novels & Stories

Slap. Slap. By the fifth, I was panting, my body trembling, my thighs slick. Zephyr’s hand smoothed over my stinging skin, fingers pressing into the red, sensitive flesh before he pulled away, grabbing something from the nearby tray. I knew what it was before I even felt it, The glass plug it was smooth, thick and ribbed. The cool tip pressed against my tight entrance, a stark contrast to the heat pulsing in my core. My body clenched tight, but he didn’t wait. He pushed slow, torturous, stretching me inch by inch.

I ran my index finger on the slit. “Ahh please please fu..ahh”. I parted her lip and ran my finger over clit , she was completely dipping. I slided two fingers inside her and began to rhythmically pump them , I started to rub her bundle of nerves , her moaning was getting louder. I lifted her up and placed her on hand and knees on the couch. She was trembling in needs

"I'm Havier or Havi for you." "I know." The young man could feel his finger gracing Katherine's. Katherine's hands were soft and tiny and warm. The touch created a sensation as if there were a colony of butterflies flapping their wings together inside Havi's chest. Then left a tingling restless sensation that was very foreign to him. 'What's this?'

My heart pounds fast. A thinner tentacle slithers up my inner thigh. It brushes my crotch. The slime soaks through my wetsuit. It finds the seam. The tip presses hard. It rips the fabric open. Cool water flows over my bare pussy. The tentacle tip touches my folds. It parts them slow. I gasp. Bubbles escape my lips. The tip circles my clit. It's swollen from the cold. The tentacle has a small mouth at the end. It opens. Suction pulls on my clit. Gentle at first. It tugs and releases. My body jerks.

He has Mr Slippy, my magic wand, in his hand. An apology almost forms on my lips, but he grants me no chance as his lips capture mine distractingly, only for him to press the spinning ball on my wet and sensitised nub. The surprise causes me to clench tighter against him, and while I wish to shy further away, his sharp hiss makes me stay. “S-slow.” I whisper, and to my surprise, he listens.

When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer. Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic. During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards. The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them." I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it. Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell

He wrapped his fingers around the base and gave one long, loose stroke from root to tip. Jesus. The slide was dry at first, almost rough, but that little slick at the head made it better. He did it again, slower this time, letting his thumb smear the wetness in lazy circles over the slit. His hips rolled up into his fist on instinct. Another low sound—more desperate this time.

I approached her as she handed me a Marc Jacobs Beauty Le Marc Lip Créme Lipstick. "Do you think it would look good on my skintone?" I asked as I looked at the shade name, it was in the shade Shush Blush. "Yes, look!" she exclaimed as she reached for the lipstick sample and swatched it on her wrist. It had a cream finish, a warm tone, and a medium plum color lipstick. I thought that would be wonderful for gradient lips, so I nodded and smiled at Zeiara, telling her that I thought it was nice.

“Mine.” With one final thrust, my body opens even wider as my pleasure explodes around us, briefly filling the room with bright, sparkling light. As we both come back into ourselves, Sly rests next to me, his body slowly melting back into his usual self. Something wet touches my thigh and I look down, startled. “Sly…” I reach down and find his condom has slipped off still partly inside of me, his cum staining the sheets and covering my sensitive parts. “Fuck!” Sly curses, pulling the rest of the now useless protection from my body.

I held my hand out, trying to reach for my slipper after it accidentally sipped off my feet when I was kicking the air out of anger. However, I wasn't able to catch it before it could land on Gordon. He was standing in a corner, talking with some male when the slipper landed straight on his head after flying up like an airplane due to the force it used to slip from my feet. “Ouch!” I heard him scream, his hand reaching for the spot on his head where the slipper hit. I think it might have landed too hard on him. He rubbed the spot and then turned to find out where the slipper magically came from.