Ticci Toby Novels & Stories

I sat frozen in the armchair, Micah’s shirt clinging damply to my thighs, my body still buzzing from the raw scene I’d witnessed. Toby’s cum was dripping down Micah’s thigh as they both caught their breath on the couch. That single word kept echoing in my head. Kitten. Toby had called me kitten while staring straight at me with that dark, filthy smirk. There’s no way he’s the Ghostface guy… right? Micah let out a satisfied groan as Toby slowly pulled out of him, a thick trail of cum dripping down Micah’s thigh. Toby tucked himself back into his pants casually, like he hadn’t just fucked my best friend in front of me.

This seemingly random test showcased Toby’s unknown prowess! What a character! While Harvey was thinking of this, Toby had already taken off the sunglasses and handed it over to his wife, Lady Clarke. He then took out a towel and wiped his palm. His speech carried a small hint of Hong Kong and Taiwan accent. “Not bad! Not bad!” “You’re so composed!” “With such a sturdy mentality despite your youth, it’s no wonder you could make me suffer a huge loss last night.” “Now, it seems that I really deserve it.”

“He probably sees me as his little sister or something. I am grateful for him always being by my side. I will always be grateful. I am sure it would stop once he has a girlfriend or something.” Rory nodded, finally understanding the situation. Toby likes Christy, but she thinks no guy could date her because she is an albino and only takes his actions as brotherly acts. “So…what about you?” Christy looked up from her phone. “What about me, that?” “Do you like Toby?” Christy paused and blinked twice at him. “What?”

Toby: I haven't bought anything. Me: Good. Toby: Can I ask you something? I closed my eyes. There it was. The real reason for the message. Me: What? Toby: I got an interview. I sat up straight. For a moment, I simply stared at the screen. Then I typed: Me: WHAT? Toby: Please don't yell at your phone. People will think you're unstable. Me: YOU GOT AN INTERVIEW? Toby: Yes. Me: WHEN?

I gave him a sweet, vacant smile in return. Lochlan ignored him and turned his attention to Toby. ‘Uncle Toby, you should have informed me you were bringing friends.’ He said it with a polite smile, but his eyes were frozen tundra. Toby, either too drunk or too arrogant to notice, waved a dismissive hand. ‘I would have, but I was afraid you wouldn’t come!’ He tilted his glass towards Cary. ‘Young Cary here has been worrying himself sick over this project. Look at him, he’s grown thin with the stress.’