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Her Little Lover
🕑 Added 2022-01-02 18:01:01 +0000 UTCThe linen curtains stirred in the breeze, dappled sunlight played on the wall, and birdsong wafted in through the window. Anjelica also stirred, a languid stretch until she felt her back crack, eyes blinking in the morning light. She wiped he face, trying to clear the fuzz of sleep and dreams. A sly smile crept across her lips as she cocked her head to her left hand side, eyes falling on the pillow arranged at her side and the tiny body that lay there.
He may have been asleep, he may have been pretending, but his tiny chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm suggesting he was at least comfortable. Good, maybe he was getting used to it. She reached out to touch him but stopped her hand short. He was probably eight or nine inches tall, her palm would cup his torso perfectly.
Anjelica turned away and rolled over to her bedside table to take a gulp of water. When she rolled back and looked over he was no longer there. She froze. A wrong move could cause him serious injury. If she rolled on top of him he could literally break. Just then she felt a soft touch on her hip as he leapt up onto her body from the mattress. Standing for a moment on the flat expanse of the left side of her pelvis he met her eyes, smiled, and playfully blew a kiss before hopping down between her legs. His whole body disappeared for a moment, and then he stood up, leaning onto the tousled lawn of pubic hair, running his hands through it, caressing her through it. She involuntarily raised her hips up to meet him, lifting his tiny body off his feet. His knee slipped into her, between the lips of her vulva. She bit her lip, she was already so wet. Maintaining eye contact he lowered himself. Hands disappearing from view but instantly she felt where they were as a jolt passed through her body. She’d have to try not to move. She’d have to try to be gentle.
