Sunday, July 10, 2022

Bearly Legal: Teddy Bear Erotica

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01B76B8F6?tag=lexiwood-20
When the mean girls give Margie a bear for her birthday, she knows they’re up to no good. As soon as she gets the gift home, she discovers this is no ordinary teddy bear. The cuddly toy is possessed by some kind of demonic force! Innocent Margie can struggle and squirm all she likes, but she can’t escape her birthday bear’s clutches.

Warning: BEARLY LEGAL, a teddy bear erotica story by Lexi Wood, includes an innocent virgin, a devious bear and dubious consent.

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Crossing her bedroom in the nude, Margie picked up the bear and held it to her naked chest. “You really are a cutie-pie, aren’t you?”

Again, she waited with that feeling of being watched.

But the bear said nothing, and she laughed.

She’d planned to put on her nightgown and get under the covers, so when her mother came home she could say she’d taken ill and sent herself to bed. But the bear felt so good against her naked skin that she slipped between the sheets completely nude.

“I think I’ll call you Ryan,” Margie said as she hugged the bear.

She’d already pulled the curtains, so her room was especially dark, despite the brightness of the sun outside. It felt nice to be in the dark. Naked in the dark. With this sweet little bear.


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Under the covers, Margie moved the bear down her body, feeling its fur on her nipples, then her belly. She’d been taught early on that young girls were not supposed to touch themselves. Touching yourself was basically calling on the devil. “Yoohoo, Devil! Here I am! A young girl ripe for the picking!”

So she’d never dared. Never.

But this was different. Because the bear was doing all the touching. Margie wasn’t touching herself at all. The fuzzy little bear worked its way down her soft belly, and then nuzzled its muzzle into her untouched mess of pubic hair.

She parted her legs for a moment, and then brought them closer together so the bear’s lovely fur brushed her sensitive inner thighs.

“Goodness, little bear,” she said. “Your fur feels so good against my skin.”

The bear asked, “How about my tongue?”