Toilet Bound Novels & Stories

He kept going like he had been finally released from bondage. Then he towered over me, his bare chest glistened under the faint light of the gazebo. I traced my fingers on his chest and my heart melted. I watched him take his trousers off and he pulled me closer, his entire weight pushing into my body as he thrust slowly at first, and the pace slowly quickened. I felt emotions I never knew even existed!

The holding facility was not a prison; it was a sensory deprivation chamber designed for the dissolution of the soul. They didn't call it a jail. They called it The Processing Center, a concrete-walled monolith buried deep beneath the city's old financial district. When the guards threw me into the interrogation chair, the cold metal bit into my skin through my thin sweater.

I enjoy talking to you. She had believed him, mostly because he had always respected their boundaries. He was just someone on the other end of the phone when she was bored or needed to laugh at something lighthearted. He checked in on her and sent random messages that made her smile. Never once did he push past the line they had both agreed upon without discussing it first.

"What do you mean?" "That I'm sharing duties with a woman you've slept with." He moved his eyebrows up and down, slightly covering the knot of the tie already set and well in place, causing that for an instant any gesture Max had on his face was frozen. "That's it. By the way, I like that tie." She broke away from him to continue with her post-shower chores. He did the same, touching the fabric, agreeing with her; it looked great, and the bow tie was created to perfection.

she hesitated then added, “Maybe you... maybe you could tell me what to expect tonight? I'm not exactly used to charity dinners. ” Something of sympathy flickered in the butler's eyes. "The Barnett Foundation Annual gala is one of the highlights of the season, madam. And you will be expected to meet most of Boston's elite, who will be a little curious about the new wife of Mr. Blackwood. She literally freaked out and got into a catatonic state. "And what is the cause of the foundation? " "Research into the cancer of children, " Harrison replied, "something Mr Blackwood has generously contributed to over the years. "

The moment I got close to her in the washroom, I had felt it, I had felt the bond we once shared, the mateship bond that was broken when… well, when it all turned upside down. Could it be that I had left a piece of me still in that body when we broke apart? I'm sure she must have felt it too, the faint busy still lingering shadow of a bond between the two of us. She definitely felt that, I was certain. My sharp ears, enhanced by years of training immediately picked up barefoots heading towards the balcony. The sound came before my heightened nostrils caught her scent. I sighed and took a long and satisfying drink from the wine I had poured for myself.

Recognition that went too deep, like he was seeing not just me but every version of me that existed across all the bonded wolves. "Too many," he gasped, his voice shifting between human and wolf. "Too many voices. Too many thoughts. I can't find myself anymore." Through our bond, I felt what he felt. The constant presence of the other bonded wolves, their thoughts and feelings bleeding into his own. He'd lost the ability to distinguish where he ended and they began. "This is my fault," I said, horror washing over me. "The bonds are too strong. They're overwhelming him." Maren moved beside me, her expression grave. "It's not just strength. The bonds are evolving, becoming something more compl

"This man stinks in the morning.' she thought and once again, pulled herself up and ran towards the bathroom. She knelt in front of the toilet, pulling her hair back as she let everything out of her mouth. It was as if something was digging on her stomach, and even when she could feel its emptiness, she still wanted to puke. The sides of her eyes heated as she opened her mouth widely. Why did this happen to her? Did she ate something bad? she wondered. Carden crawled his fingers towards his side, expecting to hold Dalmi's skin beside her but his eyes opened widely when he couldn't touch it. He immediately stood up. In search of her wife, he roamed his eyes around the whole room, only to see

She bowed to the ground, “Please forgive me.” I gulped as I took a deep breath that made my body shiver. I looked down at her and my eyes landed on her hair bound to the ground. “Is this your punishment?”I asked, “Because you used a taboo, you’re bound to the forest?” She raised her head, “Yes.” Her gaze was still glued to the ground, “I can not step outside of it.” “What if you do?” “I can’t.” She shook her head, “It’s like there’s an invisible barrier there. It just won’t let me out.” She gulped, “The hair too, it’s chained to the ground of the forest. I can never leave.”

Then she looked at the protection clause in the contract. Any threats to Ms. Grant or her immediate family will be neutralized permanently. Nina picked up her phone with shaking hands. The number Victor had left rang twice. "Ms. Grant." His voice was cold despite it being 4 AM. Like he'd been expecting her call. "Have you made a decision?" "I have questions." "Ask them." "The protection..." she hesitated. "How does it work? What does 'neutralized' actually mean?" "It means anyone who threatens you or your family will be dealt with swiftly and permanently." He said firmly. "You don't need to know the details. You just need to know it will stop.".