Tender Headed Novels & Stories

She whined at how slow my hands were working on her dress. " what's the rush sweetheart, I'm all yours tonight" I chuckled at her, her eyes softened and stared at me with endearment. Soon I was staring at her firm, little boobs. I played with her soft pink nipples and rolled my tongue around it to become firm. Her head arched back as she moaned my name and her fingers worked through my hair.

I was taken aback. "I will pay you back your stupid money." He added banging his head on the staring wheel. I didn't want to reply. It was clear that he wasn't attracted to me at all, he was well just doing his job and like a fool, I thought we could be something. He made it sound like he was obligated to fuck me.

Harmony grinned from behind her like he'd won a jackpot. "I know what I said, am not deaf," Tenda retorted with a stern glare at him. "Well, I thought you were oblivious to what you said, because it won't be a surprise as your brain is currently lacking some screws," Harmony voiced out in a shrug, trying to rile her up. "What the hell did yo__" Tenda's rant was cut short as Blake and Tony ran through her. PS: I know that's impossible but the expression actually drives home my point. and pushed me back on the bed, after Elvis had put me down, in their attempt to hug me.

"Soo it means having to put in a little more effort. More than ever before. More effort than you thought was possible. Come on! Fire on!" "Fire on? What?" "Just go! Your friend is already outside, waiting for us." Shocker: I look at Hothead as he cries. He cries with tears raining down his face. Before the tears can fall and land on his pancakes, I grab and move his plate. I watch while cutting off some pieces of pancakes on my plate and eating them. "Everything hurts," Hothead cries. "Everything hurts so much. I want to eat. I'm so hungry, but I can't raise my arms. They hurt too much."

he tails off referring to my pu*sy as he slowly slid his middle finger in "very tight and hot, exactly the type that could drive me insane" "Ooh __ Trevor" I moan, his dirty words turning me on and aroused "can't wait to drill you hard" he added kissing me one last time before taking me to the bed and covered us with the sheet "you look tired let sleep" he tells me pulling me to him by the waist and rested my head on his chest his warm affection made butterfly fluster in the pit of my stomach and my heart began beating fast than usual "never knew you cuddle" I ask

He only pressed the tip of my tail against his collarbone. It felt cold and nice. Without meaning to, I stretched my tail closer, wanting more. "Where else do you wanna touch?" He smiled like he was baiting me. I gulped. "Can I?" Arnold looked down at me and answered generously, "Sure. Just call me 'honey'." Desire punched logic into the ground in under three seconds. Logic lost. I choked up. "Honey, please…" I pointed at his abs with the tip of my tail.

Urge: a strong desire or impulse. Nero "Hunt, then fuck," I told Tessa before wrapping her in my arms, not wanting my little killer's mind to wander too far into her blood frenzy. I needed her calm. I didn't anticipate that watching her half-brother crumble with his life story would awaken the affectionate side of her. Seemed that brotherly love was there, and I can see that the realization was shocking the balance of her emotional nothingness.

“It’s fine. It is actually kind of adorable,” Anna said with a bright smile that reaches her brown eyes. Zack’s cheeks flush slightly at her description of him as ‘adorable’, a rare vulnerability creeping into his otherwise confident demeanour. The compliment catches him off guard, unused to hearing such positive adjustive directed at him beyond physical attraction. “Adorable?” he repeats with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. “Since when do I get called adorable? Usually it is more like ‘annoying’ or ‘troublemaker’.” He runs a hand through is bleached blond hair self-consciously, avoiding her direct gaze for a moment. When he looks back up at her, there is a softness in his green ey

I said. A smile brushed his lips, his head nodding as he sipped from his wine. “ I know, maybe I got lost,” he answered. He looked away finally, dashing his side view on my face. He looked perfect from that angle. Tony was different from every Blackwood I had met in the Blackwood world. While others let their wealth get to their head, he was calm and humble. He reminded me of my father. It was my turn to stay at him, and this time, my eyes were doing justice to his features.