Tails X Sticks Novels & Stories

George raised his eyebrows. Sigrid quickly nodded her head and said, "Sure, sure." George suddenly became so kind to her! Just when Sigrid thought she could relax on that day, George gently shook the box a few times. Then, he suddenly exerted some force. This move made more than twenty sticks fall out at once... Sigrid was stunned. What was going on? Why were there so many of them? Did his hand tremble? George put the box aside. There were three sticks with 'nothing' written on them among the 21 sticks. He also put them back in the box. Then, he said, "There are 18 positions. All of them will be done once."

he said - and at that point, I was ready to vote for a new leader. "You're a master at moving quietly," he continued, "and I know you can go unseen when you want to." - "In the city, yes." - "I have confidence in you." he said. I was glad someone did. Tega passed me two sticks. They were about four feet long, with rounded bulbs at the tips. The other ends were sharpened, like a stake. - "These are magical." he explained. "When you find the dragon, all you have to do is rub the two heads together. Keep the pressure up while you count to three. They'll burst into flame."

"Curious?" Unable to speak because of the gag, I nod my head. "This is a pinwheel," He holds up this curvy silver stick with sharp-looking points on the round top. My eyes widen. "And this," He says, holding up the black thing. It's small at the top but grows wider towards the short bottom. "Is a butt plug," I shook my head violently and tried to scream NO, but the gag muffled my cries. I've never had anything in my butt before, and the silver pinwheel looked painful. What the fuck is Xander into?

He pulled out something from his pocket and gave it to me. "Go to the bathroom and cover up your hickeys." He said. "Arturo's really playing with fire right now," he muttered under his breath. "Hickeys?" I asked as I twirl the small container that Tiago handed to me. "Yes, you have hickeys on your neck. Go cover them up," Tiago said. "What are hickeys?" I asked and Tiago looked at me in shock but he quickly covered it. "Just look in the mirror in the bathroom and see," he said.

She noticed a tick in his jaw before a hard slap landed on her inner thigh, his movements halted, still embedded fully inside her "Open your legs" And as soon as she hesitantly did, his fingers came back savagely flicking the nub, sending unimaginable sensation down her spine. "Oh god!" Her eyes closed, his movements fast, the sensation closing, a gush of squirt waiting just above her entrance, ready to spill if he decided to continue the torture few more seconds.

Lion called out to Nick—not too loudly, but loud enough for me to hear. “I know, right? Man, I crashed. I stayed up reading.” “Hey, did you know that glass is liquid? Crazy, right?” He spoke out loud while glancing at me, and I lowered the book slightly to my eye level. “Are you shitting me?” Lion asked, giving him a friendly punch. “I’m serious, I swear! The windshield you replaced in the garage? Pure liquid! How about that?” “What are you smoking, bro?” Crystal said jokingly, making them laugh their lungs out.

There's a game called Sticks? "Of course, ya doy. Do ya know how to play?" "Does it sound like I know how to play?" I asked rhetorically, causing Poppy to sigh. "Alright alright alright. We both start with two fingies out, like this. An' we take turns tappin' each other's fingies, and whatever hand you tag, you have to add the amount of fingers that touched you to that hand." She tried to explain. "I… I don't follow."

“Do we have toothpicks? Get me a box of toothpicks.” Sylvester shortly brought one. “Vera feels like working.” He turned to give her a fake smile. “There are five hundred and fifty sticks in here. You will have to put them back into the box, if you can't find a stick, Sylvester will not pay you.” Put them back how? They're already in the box. Vera watched as Noah opened the box and spread the sticks in the air and they fell everywhere. “Christ!” She gasped with her hand over her mouth. “What are you doing?”

“Later, you’re treating me to turon. I’ve been craving it since yesterday.” “Turon? Banana dipped in melted brown sugar?” Ainara asked, and Marge nodded. “Fine. I don’t eat that. I hope they have carioca too.” It's a glutinous flour rolled in melted brown sugar. “We’ll find some.” She took another sip of her drink. “By the way, how’s that grumpy boss of yours? Isn’t he supposed to be good-looking? I just don’t get why he’s so grumpy when he should be happy with his love life.”

Damian asks, can't comprehend what the kid is thinking. "No, of course not. They're not worth it. I told you I'm just testing the pool if I can skate." The kid said sternly, glaring at him. Damian look of amusement never leaves his face. Sebastian refills his drink immediately, while Eric and two other guards stand at the door separating the pool area at the lobby. The kid drinks the juice; Sebastian served him a while ago. "Eh, what is that? Can I taste that?" The kid asks. Damian is contemplating whether hell let the kid taste the wine, then he remembers that he's not a minor anymore so he lets him. The kid sips a little before he makes a face of bitterness.