Tails Crying Novels & Stories

His tongue swirled around her sensitive bud, eliciting a moan of pure ecstasy from Tally’s lips. Lost in the intensity of their connection, Tally cried out in shock as he pushed two large fingers into her. She moved her hands to grip his shoulders and push against him. Even his fingers seemed big, stretching her. Tally threw her head back and cried out. She stopped pushing on his shoulders but pulled him closer, as his thumb glazed over her clit. Her nails digging into his shoulders.

But as soon as she got on her feet, she heard a tearing sound and felt her pants rip. As she wondered what had happened, Vermont said, "Your tail fell off." Felicity turned around and saw that he was sitting on her furry tail. She had accidentally torn it off while standing up abruptly just now. Now, it was lying on the bed, with a piece of cloth torn from the pants as Vermont leaned his head to look at her butt. She felt a gust of cold wind rush into her pants. Reaching over, she realized that there was a hole behind them.

"Maybe not. But y‍ou're ours.​ And that's enough." We‍ stay‌ed l​ike that for a long time. Me crying. Them holding⁠ me. No‍t tr‌ying to‌ fix anything. Just being there. Eventually the tears stopped. I pull‌e‌d‌ back. Wiped my face with my s⁠leeve. "I'm sorr‍y," I said.‍ "For fa‌lling apart." "Don't apol‌ogize," Caelan​ sa⁠id. "You're all‍owed to gri​eve."

Then the ceremony began. When it was time for Talia to speak, she hesitated. I had to urge her gently to move before she did. Her fingers curled tightly around the paper in her hands, her knuckles white. I met her eyes and nodded once again before she stood. When she started mouthing off the words she had written down, her voice shook. Then gradually, it steadied. She talked about love. About laughter. About mornings she’d never get back. I cried silently, letting the tears fall without wiping them away. I wasn't crying because I knew him, but because her sorrowful words had unlocked a part of me I thought I'd kept locked.

They had been waiting for him to awake when a nurse come to examine him only for her to declare to their utter disbelief that she was sorry they had lost their loved one. Her eyes misted over and she felt a tear slide down her. Then another followed from the other eye and another and another. They were tears of wrenching agony. A sob escaped from her throat, drawing her mother’s attention. The mother had seen the wounded look on Becky’s face and had tried without much success to console her. “Stop crying,” she had said. “I know how this is hurting but you can’t keep crying like this.”

Tyler wiped my tears saying, "Crybaby. How long did you cry to make your eyes red like that?" I couldn't respond. He sighed, closing his eyes. "I'm glad" he mumbled, closing them again. "Don't cry. I like when you cry for me but it hurts too much." "Tyler," my voice cracked again. I tried wiping my tears with the sleeve of my shirt. "Tyler, I have something to say… but please listen carefully..." I took a deep breath trying to keep the tears from flowing freely again. I swallowed hard and forced myself to continue. "Tyler..." My lips trembled with every word. I knew if I didn't finish it, I never would. I took a shuddering breath before speaking again.

She had witnessed his vulnerability and strength intertwined, and she knew that his tears were an expression of a deep longing for the love he had lost. Tiger's shoulders trembled with silent sobs, his grief echoing through the room. Christiana held him close, offering solace through her touch. She understood that sometimes, tears were the only way to release the weight of cherished memories and unspoken emotions. As Tiger's tears subsided, Christiana brushed a strand of hair away from his tear-streaked face. She whispered softly, "Tell me about your childhood, Tiger. Tell me about the moments that shaped you."

He dipped his hands in the pocket of both sides of his trouser. His eyes were demanding answers to his ridiculous questions. Caitlyn's shoulders dropped. For the second time since he arrived, she was disappointed. It was mixed with a wave of slight anger, now. She stared straight into his eyes. "No, I do not have a spare key. Yes, I cry over little things. You can as well call me a crybaby!" She held up the phone and key, "thank you for bringing them back. You can leave now. This crybaby is going to go in now."

I didn't know that, I tried to move mine, but it wouldn't move. "Everyone pays attention to their tail, and move it, even slightly, come on guys," she says, when I do pay real attention to it, it finally moved to the left and the pain shot through my tail and my whole body, I screamed in pain. The whole class turned to me, looking at me, as I laid down on my tummy crying, putting all pressure away from my tail. "Miss Dakota, the new girl is crying," one of the students calls her.

A fearful whimper escaped the little cheetah and broke Timothy's heart. "I won't hurt you. I'm like you, see my tail and my eyes." Timothy said as his tail reached forward and curled around the little cheetah. The little cheetah's eyes immediately went to Timothy's tail and his eyes widened. His body immediately uncurls and his little paws grab onto Timothy's tail.