Tattle Tongue Novels & Stories

JentleHeart wrote next. “Oh, go fuck yourself, ugly!” An anonymous person wrote, and I clenched my jaws at his rudeness. “Keep the right tone here, pls,” I scolded him, and started nervously tapping my right feet like I was enjoying the rhythm of a quick song. “I vote for the coworker. Enough soup romance stories in the world. Allura is giving us one-night stands and is hooking up with no need to bind the relationship with a diamond ring in the end.” Evil_mind voted first and I groaned.

Fallon flicks my nipples with his smooth tongue and swirls it around my belly button, making me pant with delirium. Closing my eyes, I savor the feeling of his tongue against my folds. There is no doubt that Fallon’s oral skills are awe-inspiring. My eyes roll to the back of my head as his tongue flicks my clit. Soft moans and mewls escape my lips as bliss builds inside my belly, making my body jerk and spasm with every brush of his tongue.

I didn't notice how fast I have been talking all these while and goodness gracious, I can't believe that all these words actually came out of my mouth. "My what?" Talon asked, a smirk etched at the corner of his lips. There was something about the way he was looking at me right now. It was the same as the first night in his room -- that sexiness and Alpha male kind of attitude, it was just the same thing right now. "I would like to hear it from you. What exactly do you call it? My what again," his eyes narrowed, causing a double eyelid to appear from nowhere, giving him an exalting look. "Tell me, Tania. I am eager to know. Do you call it a penis or..." "Dick!" I cut in, though I think my ou

"Okay, okay, easy. I’m just telling you about my favorite event of the day. Relax and keep yourself calm. I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ll say next…" I think I know what he’ll say. The agency wants me to accept the offer because I’d clearly stated my disgust when it was offered. "Tic wanted you to accept the offer." Tic is short for Terror-In-Closet. The guy that I inadvertently caused a scandalous incident with. I think I’m still absent-minded that I didn’t straighten my facts.

He could be blunt and too honest but not nasty or calculating. Taylor took that moment to waltz in to the room and he had to fight down a groan of annoyance. The man was in work out gear with a towel wrapped around his neck as though he had just come from the built-in gym. “What are you screeching about?” “Oh, that’s rich coming from you,” Stelle sneered back, “But Katz’s posting shit about everyone on our twitter. No one’s been left out. I kinda agree with him that you’re a slimy little bitch though.”

she giggled into the phone like a little girl, "Just a pair of boy shorts and a little red cammie top. Not very professional." "Umm.... No I guess not." I answered weakly as my cock began growing picturing her in a silky little top, her braless tits ready to fall out. "Sorry Alex," she laughed again, "I guess that was a little, how do you kids say it T&A?" "I...I think you mean TMI." I replied, thinking T and A was exactly what was lodged in my head right now. "Oh, that's right, too much information!" another cock stirring giggle. "The other one means tits and ass."

I stared at her, then mumbled my way through the tongue twister, feeling like a complete idiot. My tongue felt thick, and the words just tangled up. “She sells... sea shells by the— shore of sea.” I sighed in frustration. Rachel patted my arm sympathetically. “Hey, it’s okay! Tongue twisters are, like, designed to be evil. Even I mess them up sometimes.” She paused, tapping a bright pink fingernail against her chin. “You know what? Mr grumpy Pants is gone. How about we take a tiny breather? Like, five minutes. My brain needs to un pretzel after that dose of Thorne-intensity.”

"Why would you care if the scaled lied to you? It could say you were ten pounds heavier, and you'd still be pixyish." Bethany hopped down off her chair and glared at me, or rather glared up at me. "That's not funny!" "Yes, it is, Tinkerbelle!" came a response from behind her. She turned and glared at the muscle head guy that had walked up to the counter. "Tom, do you remember a week ago when I took you down to the mat? Do you want that to happen again? Call me Tinkerbelle one more time," she growled menacingly.

She could only speak language T, and Natalie could not understand her at all. She had no choice but to quickly take out her mobile phone and use the translator software to tell her again. After Natalie saw it, she immediately waved her hand and said directly to her mobile phone, "Don't be nervous! I have said that you treat this place as your home, so it doesn't matter. You can drink whatever you want." "Thank you!" Language T's thank you was easy. Because it was simple, Natalie understood, so she also smiled gently. Then, she said to her mobile phone, "Don't mention it. Howard's family is my family..."

Lenny wiped his face again and protested, "I'm not making it up! Look at my face and hands—there's water on them. Ugh, the water is disgusting. It's all sticky, like spit!" More drops fell on his face as he spoke, accompanied by a long, thin tongue that dangled down like a whip. The tongue licked Lenny's face several times. He seemed even more confused and said, "It really is raining, Mr. Keller. I'm not lying to you." Logan's voice trembled as he said, "Lenny, don't move. Stay absolutely still, even if you want to…" Tiana, Chantelle, and Natasha had already started backing away, their lips quivering as they covered their mouths with their hands. They could not help but look up, following th