Sticky Felt Novels & Stories

It’s on my window! I jumped in fear as I switched on my lamp and stood up. I walked towards my closet slowly and reached out for the first thing in sight. A hockey stick. I held it tightly as I walked on my tip toes slowly towards the window. “W…. Who’s there” I stuttered as I was shaking in fear. There was no reply. I wouldn’t blame the person. Or thief should I rather say. My voice was extremely low to only my hearing. “Who’s there?” I said loudly.

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

He stood up and I followed as well. “ okay... Take care" I said as I walked him out. It was already closing so there was no one who is going to disturb me. I waved at turned to get my bags and go home. Stacy was already waiting for me. She kept looking at me as though she was suspicious of something. “ What!?" I asked after a while. “ Are you flirting with one of our customers?" Stacy asked disdainfully. Scoffing I glanced at her. “ flirting? Seriously now Stacy? I think you should get your priorities right. He wanted to see me and besides he already knows me" I added. She didn't look to convincing but hey who cares?

“Don’t do this to me, Betty. Don’t do this." I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. This is a bad situation. But I can handle it. I just need to stay calm. I take another deep breath, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease slightly. I turn the key again. But this time, the engine remains silent. I slump back into the seat, my head resting on the steering wheel. The dam of my composure finally breaks and the tears I’ve been holding back spill over.

That would only piss my dad off. Just as I'm about to give up, Cole shoves aside a few old hockey bags and there it is, my pink and black bag. It's a little dusty but no worse for the wear. My heart skips a beat as he unzips it. It's all there, looking exactly like the last time I saw it. Cole meets my gaze with a smile. He zips it back up again before hauling it over his shoulder. "Do you have a stick?" I rifle through a dozen sticks until I find my favorite and then grab one of my backups. I can't help but run my hand lovingly over the shaft. Both the grip and the blade are still wrapped in bright pink tape.

Grey knelt in front of me and looked up into my eyes. “Open your legs,” he said softly. I nodded and slowly spread my legs. The ribbon still held my hands, but I did what he asked. Then he placed the cold block right between my thighs, right on my clit. I gasped loudly. “F–fuck,” I cried out, my voice was shaky.

“If you think that's the right decision to make, I wouldn't stop you.” “But make sure to call every single day and let me know if he lays a finger on you. Remember, you are welcome here anytime, don't hesitate to come back whenever you feel like. As much as I wish you would stay with me for longer, I won’t hold you back on your decision,” Gladys said as soon as they ended the hug. She flashed her a motherly smile, the corners of her eyes wrinkling as a lone tear rolled down her cheek.

Carl spoke as he stood upright. Slipping his finger into his hair, he let out a deep sigh and banged his fist on the wall. “Wow. This is quite shocking. You know, I’ve never thought that you’d want to have anything to do with a nerd like her. Considering the fact that she quit working here, I thought it would be easy for you to get over her…” “I thought I would, Mason. I thought I’d be able to get over her, but I found out I was wrong. I find it hard to even have a fling with jade and the strippers.. I don’t get aroused around them anymore…”

His shadow returned to haunt me. "Ugghh, don't play roughly, dear, slowly, I'm sick," She said softly in my ear. Beatrice never complained of pain, she was getting wilder if I crushed the nipple and squeezed her breasts roughly. I stopped and saw the breasts; the color became slightly red, indicating inflammation. Her face turned into the panicked face of Adelle while holding her breasts, which had slightly changed. "You're too excited, this can't be squeezed like that. You have to be careful!" She was angry and immediately ran into the room. Is that fake?