Sticky Felt Novels & Stories

I bit my bottom lips my hands caressing my jaw numerous times as I tried to mellow the rage down ' What am I going to do with this woman? Before coming up with an answer she walked into the elevator. I tried getting to her before the doors closed, but I couldn't. " Damn it " I slammed my fist against the cold metal and turned around making my way to my office ignoring all the aghast faces. Scott came to me soothing my back. " What happened to the apologizing plan? " " She is so damned stubborn. You fucking saw how I tried to apologize " " She is so...." " So stressing "

I click the message bubble and the conversation opens. It reads: YOU’RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO STERLING. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!!

She was soft and felt right for his arms. His cheeks started to flare up and he felt uncomfortable down there. It’s been a while since the breakup and he felt it would be too impure to jerk off in Fin’s apartment. In fact, he shouldn’t be hard for Fin’s body at all! The best way is to start imagining the weirdest things he could come up with. Stone Cold Steve Austin in a tutu dress, he chanted, mentally. Stone Cold Steve Austin in a tutu dress. It took a while till he sighed. Finally, his member softened.

But more prominently, she realised, the throb in between her legs was most weakening, distracting. He undid the belt holding his pant sensually, hanging it on the hook diagonally up her head. When she did not show any intention to leave, too stunned to make sense of his actions, he continued his stripping by pulling the zip down, very much aware of the bulge waiting for her to see it.

Trying to make me get too relaxed and then dropping a bomb out of nowhere that would disorganize my schedule. As if she hears my thoughts, she turns to me. Her lips are a scarlet red, it's her signature lipstick for times when she believes she's being a diplomat, and says with a smile, "My darling son. Why do you stay so far away from me?" Then stretching her arms out, adds, "Come give your Mommy a hug."

Sicily being in his life was great for his libido, but awful for release. He rolled a bar of soap between his fingers before putting it up and running his hands in quick succession over his cock, pulling harder each time he tugged at himself. He stifled a groan and pressed his back to the cold tile wall as he arched his hips, pressing his erection through his tight grasp.

Not until I felt it. A ripple in the air. A presence that wasn’t there before. And then I knew. The Dread Stalkers. They were Zerathos' hunters. The realization sank into me like an endless out. Dread Stalkers. The creatures that fed on fear. That grew stronger the more their prey panicked. That meant they weren’t just attacking. They were waiting for us to be afraid. They could sense the fear and then more they picked us off the more that fear grew.

spoke to the heart of the paperclip’s journey, a testament to the power of patience and presence. Ren, with her keen eye for detail, noticed the subtle changes in the paperclip’s position. She was intrigued by the idea that it might have a story to tell, a narrative that transcended words. Her addition to the spiral, the faint loop of pencil scratches, linen unfolding, and someone exhaling after remembering, was a tribute to the paperclip’s silent communication. She named it “Bend Me Gently,” a gentle reminder that even the most fragile things could withstand the test of time if treated with care.

Smith adjusted his bow tie. As the stewards approached to tidy up the table, Ezekiel made a polite excuse and slipped away to his quarters, eager to shed his current attire and gear up for a refreshing workout. With the impending arrival of the contract assigner looming ahead, he knew that he needed to clear his mind and energize himself for the tasks ahead.

My vision grew hazy, and my body began to writhe almost on its own. I knew I shouldn't be like this, but my body was no longer under my control. And maybe in Mr. Palmer's eyes, the way I was behaving right now was no different from an outright invitation. Perhaps it was the sudden stimulation, but Mr. Palmer trembled slightly as well. He then looked down at me, his breathing growing noticeably ragged. "Ruby, are you feeling uncomfortable? Let me help you feel better, okay?"