Tiny Woman
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
4,158
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
A little more lime
He nodded and went over to his drawers, only to find his clothes had been re-arranged to fit her clothes in the drawers. “Damn girls.” He muttered as she walked up beside him to see what was the matter.
“I’m sorry, we can re-arrange things anyway you’d like.” She glanced down at the drawer, horrified to note that her panties were tucked right in next to his boxers. He smirked and picked up something lacy and pink and far too little, between a finger and thumb as if it would infect him if he touched it too much. “That isn’t mine!” she insisted and grabbed the offending article and threw it on the ground, then searching the drawer. He merely watched, eyebrows barely on his forehead and laughs barely suppressed as she pulled out another few horrendous pieces, with a note.
‘Have fun!’ it ordered in frilly pink ink, surrounded in hearts. She groaned as he read the note, glancing at the drawer to notice that the only thing that remained were rather sensibly-colored panties that were of the ‘boy-shorts’ style. His mouth watered at the thought of pulling white cotton panties off her virgin sex before tasting her. The offending panties were quickly relocated to the trashcan and she stormed off with clothes to the bathroom to change.
He was still in his boxers as she came storming out in her regular clothes, holding and even more offending (in her eyes) article of clothing. He dropped the pants he had been holding and stared at the light pink silk nightgown in her hand. It would look so sexy on her…even better crumpled on the ground at her feet, he thought, his cock in his boxers clearly showing its agreement. She was about to drop it in the trashcan as well when he walked up behind her and grabbed her hand, pressing his body into hers.
“Anyway I can convince you to wear that for me?” He whispered in her ear, brain completely overthrown by his cock’s one-track mind. His left hand snaked around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body and the rather hard and rather large object pressing into her lower back. She groaned and let him take the gown from her hands.
“I…” She gulped as he turned her around to face him, protests forgotten as his lips found hers again. The kiss was intensely more passionate then the last one. His hungry mouth searched hers as if searching for her soul. He pressed her up against the nearest wall, mouth never leaving hers. He lifted her up a little more to his height and pressed his barely covered cock into her clothed crotch. She groaned into his mouth which he took for a protest and released her, panting for breath. She sagged a bit against the wall, her legs felt like jelly and her panties were soaked.
“I’m sor-” He got out before she grabbed the nightgown from him and re-entered the bathroom. Her mind completely left her but she knew if she didn’t have his cock inside her soon, she would explode. Dressed in the skimpy negligee, she gathered her courage by the door for a moment and walked out in the room. He hadn’t moved, except to sag a bit against the bedpost. His eyes went from her feet up her legs and widened when the spotted the light silk fabric, eyes pausing at her breasts before meeting her eyes.
“Does this mean you…” He cleared his throat, searching for the right words to express his desire. She merely nodded and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around his torso and reached up as if to kiss him again. As his lips were descending she whispered, “I haven’t…” she broke off, embarrassed. Blushing was a good look for her, he decided.
“Haven’t what?” He played dumb, somehow longing for her to admit she was willing to give her virginity to him.
“I’m a…virgin.” She whispered, looking down. His finger gently lifted up her chin. He was clearly waiting for her to continue. “But I want…I mean we ARE married….please?” She looked up at him with wide eyes, silently pleading for understanding.
“I know you are, but not for long.” He smirked as the comment sent her blushing deep red. He pushed her gently sitting on the bed and murmured in her ear, “don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
A/N- short chapter because the next is going to be Sex Sex and more Sex!!! yay!!
“I’m sorry, we can re-arrange things anyway you’d like.” She glanced down at the drawer, horrified to note that her panties were tucked right in next to his boxers. He smirked and picked up something lacy and pink and far too little, between a finger and thumb as if it would infect him if he touched it too much. “That isn’t mine!” she insisted and grabbed the offending article and threw it on the ground, then searching the drawer. He merely watched, eyebrows barely on his forehead and laughs barely suppressed as she pulled out another few horrendous pieces, with a note.
‘Have fun!’ it ordered in frilly pink ink, surrounded in hearts. She groaned as he read the note, glancing at the drawer to notice that the only thing that remained were rather sensibly-colored panties that were of the ‘boy-shorts’ style. His mouth watered at the thought of pulling white cotton panties off her virgin sex before tasting her. The offending panties were quickly relocated to the trashcan and she stormed off with clothes to the bathroom to change.
He was still in his boxers as she came storming out in her regular clothes, holding and even more offending (in her eyes) article of clothing. He dropped the pants he had been holding and stared at the light pink silk nightgown in her hand. It would look so sexy on her…even better crumpled on the ground at her feet, he thought, his cock in his boxers clearly showing its agreement. She was about to drop it in the trashcan as well when he walked up behind her and grabbed her hand, pressing his body into hers.
“Anyway I can convince you to wear that for me?” He whispered in her ear, brain completely overthrown by his cock’s one-track mind. His left hand snaked around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body and the rather hard and rather large object pressing into her lower back. She groaned and let him take the gown from her hands.
“I…” She gulped as he turned her around to face him, protests forgotten as his lips found hers again. The kiss was intensely more passionate then the last one. His hungry mouth searched hers as if searching for her soul. He pressed her up against the nearest wall, mouth never leaving hers. He lifted her up a little more to his height and pressed his barely covered cock into her clothed crotch. She groaned into his mouth which he took for a protest and released her, panting for breath. She sagged a bit against the wall, her legs felt like jelly and her panties were soaked.
“I’m sor-” He got out before she grabbed the nightgown from him and re-entered the bathroom. Her mind completely left her but she knew if she didn’t have his cock inside her soon, she would explode. Dressed in the skimpy negligee, she gathered her courage by the door for a moment and walked out in the room. He hadn’t moved, except to sag a bit against the bedpost. His eyes went from her feet up her legs and widened when the spotted the light silk fabric, eyes pausing at her breasts before meeting her eyes.
“Does this mean you…” He cleared his throat, searching for the right words to express his desire. She merely nodded and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around his torso and reached up as if to kiss him again. As his lips were descending she whispered, “I haven’t…” she broke off, embarrassed. Blushing was a good look for her, he decided.
“Haven’t what?” He played dumb, somehow longing for her to admit she was willing to give her virginity to him.
“I’m a…virgin.” She whispered, looking down. His finger gently lifted up her chin. He was clearly waiting for her to continue. “But I want…I mean we ARE married….please?” She looked up at him with wide eyes, silently pleading for understanding.
“I know you are, but not for long.” He smirked as the comment sent her blushing deep red. He pushed her gently sitting on the bed and murmured in her ear, “don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
A/N- short chapter because the next is going to be Sex Sex and more Sex!!! yay!!