Tabitha Gee Novels & Stories

She sprinkled hair oil on it and slowly began to massage my hair. "Oh, that feels really good." I practically moaned as she began to massage my scalp. "How are you feeling now?" I asked as she continued to massage my head. "Good. I did what you told me to do. He has been going to the toilet all day," she giggled. I laughed. Tabitha had come to meet me because she wanted revenge on the boy that broke her heart. I had told her to put laxatives in his food, and for her best friend, I had told her to sabotage her by putting little bugs and insects in her clothes.

He was a bad guy, a gangster, which feared her the most about what he might pull against her. "It is already in the email I sent to you." Tabitha repeated. "So go through it and settle on your own thoughts." She added "Ma, you need to see this." One of Tabitha's workers, a young girl, says as she switches on the remote to the television and they all stare at the news.

not now. * * "Wow!" Tabitha whispered happily as she got to her new home. It was in a small village,an old looking house but a fancy one. "Lord Krishna....I bless you for this." She said happily as she walked into the gypsy's house and settled down. She used her powers and put the whole house in order within three minutes. It was a fantastic place with all the things she would be needing. Through her powers, Tabitha spread the news of the new medicine girl through out the city.

After she had surged forward to tackle that human, she had grown more quiet, and only reacted now that I was calm enough to talk to a stranger. Tabitha's dark skin shone underneath the light spilling from the bulbs above, and she wore a tight fitting dress with black heeled shoes that had straps tied around her legs. Her lips were painted deep red, and she drew a smoky eyeshadow over her eyes. She had a small tattoo on her neck, a nose and lip piercing, and another on her ear lobe. Her auburn hair fell to her back, with a streak of silver in the front.

"When we have some free time, I'll take you to get pancakes." Tabitha's wide dark eyes lit up. "What's a pancake?" Tessa replied, "It's a really yummy sweet treat." Tabitha clapped her tiny hands, delighted. But soon, she became shy again, curling up in Jareth's arms while still wanting Vivian to hold her. Vivian picked up Tabitha and gave Tessa an apologetic smile. "Sorry, she's a bit shy." Tessa's voice was soft. "She's adorable."

Matilda stood by, looking at Tabitha in her splendid attire, her eyes gleaming with a twisted light, as if admiring a rare treasure. She murmured to herself, "God has been too generous to you, giving you such a face that could captivate a nation." With that, she reached out and, like a pervert, gently caressed Tabitha's face. The cold touch of her fingers on Tabitha's skin made her feel nauseous, and goosebumps covered her body. Tabitha mustered all her strength and said in a voice as faint as a whisper, "Let us go, or you will regret it. My ex-husband will not spare you..."

“F-king hell.” “That’s Tabitha Marie from Channel Thirty-Two,” June said. “She’s, like, a local celebrity.” “Yeah, we’ve met,” Aislen walked to the door as Tabitha stepped onto the porch. She saw the reporter’s eyes go to the “Triquetra’s Whore” on the floorboards. F-k, she thought. She had forgotten about that one. “What can I do for you?” Aislen drawled, crossing her arms, and leaning against the frame. “And you do not have permission to record me.”

Tonight, every night for a week and maybe days too. --- Tabby

Even the older guys gave her attention. Tabitha is of course physically attractive, but her personality is equally attractive. She is very petite and bubbly. Someone gave her the nick name Hot and Bubbly. Tabbi is a petite 5 feet 2 inches and just over a hundred pounds. I wouldn't call her skinny. Her cute butt is round and very noticeable. My wife's breast are not large, but they too are noticeable and pert. You might want to stop here and see the photo of Tabi on my profile page. You will see her sexy body and erect nipples. Having the picture of who we are talking about in this story will probably make it much better.

Yes. "Don't get up," Tabitha said as she strode briskly through the back door. She hadn't changed clothes, I noted, still the vibrantly colorful schoolgirl in her pastel skirt and thin, form-flattering pink sweater. Pink and yellow - more girly than one might expect from such a woman, but it only highlighted her vibrance, her loveliness. I held my place in my chair. Without fanfare, Tabitha sunk to the floor at my feet, immediately going after my jeans. I'd taken them off before my run, but having considered her reaction to them in class, I'd put them back on during her drive over.