Terribly Tiny Tales Book Novels & Stories

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

She patted his head like he was her oversized baby, repeating herself when Damian shook his head happily. "What's that?" He lay down, wrapping his arms around her legs. He moved her hand from her belly to his head. "Tell me." 'God, baby, your dad is jealous of you.' As she stroked his hair, she began telling the tale. "It's a children's story. You really don't know it, love? It's about a rabbit who races against a turtle." The book she was holding was a collection of classic fables-popular bedtime stories or early reading practice for preschoolers. The short text, accompanied by bright illustrations, made it easy for kids to enjoy.

Next morning Vanessa’s apartment. “So did you have a great time?” Megan groaned in satisfaction and smiled, “How can a man be so handsome and so good in bed at the same time? How on earth is that possible?” Pouring a glass of juice for herself, Vanessa chuckled, “I can say that you had a really amazing time.”

The tallest must have reached at least 30 feet. “I read a book not long before finding this place. It had a dragon in it who lived on a volcano. I called this place Dragon Valley because of the volcano and the geysers. It also sounds pretty cool,” Ellie says, smirking. “How are you going to train me?” I asked her.

She stole my breath away at that moment. She picked up the phone at the other end, her eyes urging me to do the same. “I’m planning on writing a book,” she whispered, still maintaining her friendly face. “Writing a book? Bitch, what the hell do you want?” I yelled, my eyes blazing with fury. What did her writing skills have to do with me? “The book is about failures. Guess who would be on the cover? You,” she said, her lips parting as laughter escaped them. I stared at her with rage, different methods of turning her instincts flickering in my mind.

It was a book they had read countless times, but each time, it held a new magic, a new wonder for Theo. “Once upon a time,” Hazel began, her voice soft and soothing, “there was a little bear named Barnaby who loved to go on adventures.” Theo’s eyes widened, his attention captivated by the story. He listened intently, his tiny fingers tracing the illustrations, his imagination soaring with each word Hazel spoke. The story of Barnaby the bear, his adventures in the forest, his encounters with talking squirrels and mischievous rabbits, filled the room with a sense of magic and wonder. Theo giggled at Barnaby’s antics, his heart filled with joy.

I reply, giving Taryn’s mussed hair a few fluffs. She shakes her head, the light locks shifting across her back. “You’re going to blow it,” she informs me. “Oh, come now.” “Instant orgasm? Is that anything like instant coffee?” We look at each other. Her eyes are Bambi-brown and notably enchanting. I get lost in them, in her, in our very unladylike laughter. (We both do a Steve Urkel sort of snort, just one of the many quirks we have in common.)

“We’ve been waiting for you.” The room spun. They knew my real name. And as six pairs of predatory eyes promised a month of exquisite ruin, I realized the story might destroy me long before I ever got to publish it.

I shaved every single golden-blonde hair from my lips to my thighs until I was as smooth as a marble statue. Then I reached into the box. The dress was a masterpiece of malice, a sheer black mesh gown that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Underneath it was a smaller item I'd missed. It had a note that read: ~If you liked what we did today and want to do it again, wear these. I'll be waiting. — Preston.~

No pointless stories, no lengthy wait, just pure and raw emotion. I appreciate your courage in joining me in this world. Here's to the imaginations we enjoy reading in the dark but don't often express aloud. With Love and heat OZ Disclaimer & Content Note for Tales of Instant Lust Tales of Instant Lust is a fictional work of adult erotica, designed solely for the entertainment of mature readers aged 18 and above. This book contains highly explicit sexual content, graphic language, and scenes of intense sexual encounters that are not suitable for minors or sensitive audiences. If you are under the age of 18, you are not legally or ethically permitted to read, d******d, purchase, or share the