Walt Disney Bambi Movie Novels & Stories

She approached the brunette and sat next to him. "I'm watching TV!" He replied frivolously. "An interesting movie!" "At this hour?" The raven-haired woman approached him; her alcohol-scented breath made the brunette glance at her sideways. "... And may you not lack the number ones!... And we continue presenting Bambi..." "Bambi?..." Sotomayor looked at him with curiosity. "You have something against the fawn! I like this movie!" His voice seemed annoyed. "Damn children's channel... When did I come up with this stupid excuse?"

-If it's Jandé you're worried about, don't, she'll be fine as long as she's my wife. -I hope so. You know we love you very much, but if anything happens to Bambi because of you, I swear we will forget that you are our friend. -What are you guys talking about?” Jandé wanted to know as he approached them. -Man stuff, little Bambi, get your hands on this guy because he's so handsome and he could be stolen from you at any moment. Oh, look, we're coming. Now smile and give your husband some love kisses, little bambi. You have a long process ahead of you from now on, be very careful and don't let anyone take your man away from you. -she whispered in his ear.

“Well, you should’ve seen you. You were like Bambi skating on that ice. It was so freaking funny.” Caleb stops and turns steely eyes onto me. “Who the fuck is Bambino?” he asks in a dangerously low voice, his expression instantly hardening. A crease forms between his brows as he glares down at me. “Don’t compare me to your lame-ass boyfriends, Songbird.” “It’s Bambi,” I correct, unable to stifle a laugh. “And chill, dude. Bambi’s a cartoon character from my childhood. You know, the Disney one?”

Kent said, trying to look as serious as possible. Bambi gave a shrug and then reached up to her halter. She peeled up the bottom and lifted it to her chin, unveiling her huge jugs to the wild cheering of the audience. Bambi giggled and shook her torso, causing her ample tits to catapult impressively around her chest. There was a few wolf whistles from the audience as Bambi took a big tits in each hand and shook them around, then pinched the nipples. Joe saw on the monitor that the cameraman was zooming in ultra-close to catch all the action. Joe was very pleased that he had set his VCR at home to record tonight’s show, just as Bambi had said earlier, it was going to be a doozie!

That hand moves immediately to his back pocket, where his gun is tucked, the impulse to just kill every single one of these men staring at Bambi just a little too tempting in this moment. But that thought – and every single other of them – are immediately wiped from Frankie’s mind when he sees why all the men are starting to make so much noise. Bambi has moved to the pole at the center of the stage and is swinging artfully around it, taking time to pose her body in the sexiest ways he’s ever seen. God, fuck, the arch of her back, the way she lets her head hang back, her mouth falling open… She is…a fucking fantasy made flesh.

" Beau and Bambi attended an elite bilingual kindergarten, where every child came from a wealthy or influential family. While Bridget was speaking, Elara could hear the angry voices of other women on the other end of the line. "Did you reach Mrs. Fisher? How could she let her son bring something like this to school?" "My child is so young, he didn't know he had to spit out the beeswax! His throat is scratched and bleeding now!" Elara calmly asked, "May I speak with my daughter, Bambi?" "Of course. Please hold on." "Mommy!" Bambi's soft, childlike voice came through the phone. Elara asked her, "Bambi, did you eat any of the wax bottle candies?"

Nate set the plates on the table and took his place in the chair next to Mira , then helped her hand over the utensils to the right of her plate. “You seem deep in thought,” he said warmly. “You can tell?” “I think I’m getting to know you well enough. Anything you want to talk about?” She smiled, but it was grim. “Why do I get the feeling we are turning into Ralph Wolf and Sam Sheep dog?” “The old Looney Tunes characters?” he said, laughing. “Every day we will go out into the world, fighting against one another, but every night we will come home and spend time together, closer than ever.”

Arianna asked, and I quickly wiped my face in shock. "Of course not!" I tried to defend myself, but there was no use. "Ugh, this is my favorite movie, and it makes me cry every time I watch it," I added. Arianna smiled. "You like Disney Princesses, too?" "Very much," I replied to her. "Then we should watch another movie after this one," she said excitedly and then looked at Mario. "Bambi, can we watch Moana after this one?" She asked, looking at Mario, who looked very much glued to the screen, but looked towards Arianna when he heard her voice.

“Bambi, this is Jeneta Arinze.” Then, without missing a beat, he added. “She’s my woman.” My head snapped toward him, my eyes widening slightly, but his expression didn’t waver. He looked calm and composed, as though what he’d just said was a simple fact, not something that sent my mind spiralling. Bambi’s sharp eyes studied me, her red-painted lips curving into a small smile. She extended a hand immediately. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jeneta. I’m Bambi Okafor.”

I point out and she glares hard at me. “Her name is Bambi. She has a name. She’s a living thing and deserves respect. Stop calling her names.” My sister warns me and I scoff. “I don’t know where Bambi is and I couldn’t care less about where she had gone. Who cares what she’s up to? Can I go into my room now? I have things to do.” I tell Calla and she glares even harder. “I don’t know why you hate Bambi so much. She’s such a sweet girl.” Calla mumbles under my breath. Indeed, Birdie is a sweet girl. Her pussy is the best and she leaves me wanting more and more of her.