Creative Writing: Plushie Protection Program

She sank to her knees and crawled underneath the table. The frustration was building but she pushed it down and ignored it. Her life was a lot better and more enjoyable if she just ignored it. Stef started with her father, crawling to him and unbuttoning his slacks. She took his cock out and gave the head a small kitten lick. The father smiled and placed a hand on her head, encouraging her to do more. She grumbled quietly to herself before wrapping her lips around him, taking in as much of him as she could. Her mouth stretched and her jaw ached a little as she began to bob her head. Her father’s hand tangled itself

It seemed like a raw deal to her, and she liked the boy’s shyness and big white smile. She had taken him home to sleep on her fold-out couch. Bought him new clothes and sneakers, fed him better. She found he was better company than a dog that needed walking, or a cat that would cough up hairballs and need its litter box changed. She didn’t like to use the word love, but if she had any, it was for

He half knelt, half climbed onto the bed, bearing her down onto the mattress. Onto her back so that her long tresses splayed out around her head like a halo. He couldn't help but notice the small peaks of her nipples, the rich fabric lifted on both breasts, and realised with a flush of embarrassment that he was stiff within his trousers. It wasn't anything she hadn't seen before, in all those stolen moments in half-shadowed rooms and fields, but there was a sudden newness to it all nevertheless. This was different...so different...with her cousin sleeping down the corridor.

"The girl who protect mama is your new friend. Her name Aegis and she will always protect you whenever you need it. Mama would take a nap for awhile. "Silvia said that slowly closes his

I had just gotten to the school and was heading around the corner of the building when I ran into Rose, my best friend. “Jesus, you startled me. Don’t do that to me.” Rose’s face suddenly beamed with happiness, her face contorting into places I didn’t know a face could

The door suddenly burst open and we pulled apart. My mom stood in the doorway, gaping at us. “KAI! Why the HELL are you KISSING ANOTHER MAN in your BED?!” she screeched, marching over to us, and grabbed my arm, digging her long fingernails into my skin. I winced, trying to keep a neutral expression, but failed. “Mom, I-”

"You can keep trying, pet.” One hand cradled her neck, keeping their mouths close, and one hand held her middle, keeping her chest and hips flush to his; against him she was grinding and twitching in an uncharacteristic loss of control he loved on her. “I showed you mine, love.” He prodded her gently until she pulled her shirt over her shoulders and tossed it aside. His eyes lingered over her the cups of her bra; his jaw ticked- feeling satisfied and predatory and just the tiniest bit evil. Grabbing his shoulders she slammed his back and head against the wall, hard.

" James...... honey, time for school" yelled a older woman with a hint of urgency beneath every word, she spoke, quietly pushing his bedroom door inch by inch. "honey......... JAMES" spotting a half unconscious boy laying face down, with small drops of blood scatter around. a tiny burn enflamed upon his pale skin. she rushed to his side, embracing his lifeless body in her arms . rocking him back and forth, tightening her grip with every passing minute. running her fingers through reddish orange hair, refraining her touch from coming in contact with his small faintly battered face.

It all began with a simple phone call one stormy, gloomy night after dinner. “Jake,” his mama yelled up the stairs,”its for you”. “Its Victoria, she sounds distressed.” As he was making his way down the stairs, he was getting more worried. It was too late for Victoria to be calling at this time, he thought. He was also really tired after his work and homework he was looking forward to some quiet alone time, he really just needed to relax and not get roped up into one of Victoria’s dumb fights again.

The mother stomped her feet with a smug look on her face all the way to Ava’s bed as she got on her knees to look underneath the so called monstrous bed. Her head went underneath the bed as Ava was waiting in excitement for her mother to finally understand why she's been so scared of the monsters underneath her bed. The mother's head flew up from underneath with a content look on her face.

She had just finished washing when she heard the door to her bedroom open. Suspecting Mary had come to help her, boot steps were the last thing she expected to hear. When Thomas pushed the door open and entered her dressing room, it almost startled her into a scream. Allie had just stood to reach for a towel when he entered; his catching her, kept her from falling and injuring herself. The rough feel of his clothes against her naked flesh sent tingling sensations through her. Grabbing a handful of her hair, Thomas leaned her head back and kissed her soundly. His mouth on hers sent even more tingles through her body. When Thomas released her, she was plumb weak in the

“Don’t be sad, mon amour; I will take care of you,” Boudreaux whispered. His voice was soft, his touch tender. His hand softly caressing my forearm kindled a small fire deep in my loins. I turned to look into his eyes; they were gentle and filled with love for me.

Rose is silent. Her favorite time to think is when no one’s talking, but that’s hard to do when someone you love very dearly is sobbing into your chest, and you want badly to do something to help them, but you know it’ll be the same response you’ll always get.

“Are you okay?” Dahlia heard a woman’s voice ask as she lay on the ground, she also heard sirens overhead. The lady and a man, picked her up, placed her on a stretcher, and into the ambulance and off she went to the hospital. Her ribs were fractured and her left leg was broken. She had a gash on her face from where it had been cut on a piece of glass from the car window. She was confused, afraid, and worried. “Where’s my mommy and daddy” Dahlia cried.

“Brad hi……” Sam abruptly put his hand on my arm, to stop me. He quickly pulled it off, noticing that Micah was staring. Tears filled my eyes and I ran to the bathroom. I couldn’t help the salty drops; they came running down my face like a water fall. The burned my soar cheek from the cut that Brad had given me. Micah stood over me, watching me. When I calmed down she looked at me with an obvious question, her face was worried. I spilled, I couldn’t help it the words came pouring out of my mouth, the farther I got the more tears spilled down my cheeks, I looked up her eyes were tear filled. We both jumped when Sam came through the door. As soon as our eyes met he knew I had told, at first he had an angry scared face, then his eyes slowly softened. It was very quiet; it seemed that it had been forever, when a girl came through the door. She looked startled to see Sam; she quickly left without a word. Once again it was silent.