Come Play With Me: Sexy Supernaturals Bundle #3

By Michelle Morphette

Consider, if you will, a world where inanimate objects can express themselves sexually. A world where our clothes grope us at will, snickering silently as their fabric tickles secret flesh. A world where the meals we assemble beg us to rub the right spot a little longer until they’ve achieved a succulent orgasm. A world where plush toys cuddle us back—

In “Wear Wolf,” we see a woman’s body through the eyes of a sentient dress as it clings jealously to her every curve. In “The Secret Lives of Gingerbread People,” a cookie and a cake find love on the kitchen counter, then get naughty inside a magical gingerbread house. And in “Stuffed,” two horny plush toys give their adult owners a new meaning to the word “playtime.”

This 10,650-word bundle contains three erotic stories with explicit adult content, including plushophilia, physical transformations, sentient cookies, masturbation, oral play, and M/F encounters. It is not recommended for readers under age 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michelle Morphette
• Release date: Jul 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310854620

Michelle Morphette

Isn’t it funny how things you liked as a kid actually turn you on when you get older? Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know. When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a unicorn when I grew up. Then I wanted to be Sailor Venus. Now I wanna be in a three-way with both of them! I used to do fanfics, but now I want to make my own stories. Sexy stories about whatever pops in my head. Tales with lots of alien tentacles, monster tongues, and huge metal robot dicks that won’t stop. So, join me for an adventure in one of my books! It’ll be fun!

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COME PLAY WITH ME

A SEXY SUPERNATURALS BUNDLE OF

Wear Wolf (Vol. 21)

The Secret Lives of Gingerbread People (Vol. 7)

Stuffed (Vol. 14)

By Michelle Morphette

Copyright 2015 Michelle Morphette

Smashwords Edition

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The stories you are reading are licensed for your personal enjoyment only. They may not be re-published in any medium, in whole or in part, for profit or not, without the author’s express written consent. These stories contain explicit adult content. They are not intended for readers under 18 years of age. All characters are over 18, so don’t worry – it’s okay to touch yourself.

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Wear Wolf

By Michelle Morphette

I wake up on top of her, my face buried between her breasts.

My cheeks rub the backs of my hands, one clutching each mound. Her nipples are hard - I can feel them press against my palms.

She doesn’t mind that I’m lying on top of her. After all, she’s the one who tied my fingers together - one stretched over each shoulder, another pair around her middle, and all four fastened at her back. The one who pulled my loins between her thighs, covering the part of her that’s always wet. The one who awakened me the moment she let that soft, golden flower-print fabric fall over her body.

I know this because I am Elsie’s favorite outfit.

I don’t know how this happens, but I’m so thankful it does. For so long, there is only darkness. When it’s dark, I can’t feel, can’t smell, can’t see. But when Elsie puts me on, I can.

Most of me is on top of her, like a blanket over a gilded cage. But my lower half is bonded to her, a part of her, fused as one. My legs stretch and flex with hers, making me move backward as she walks forward. My fluffy cotton limbs caress her shins. Her feet press mine into the concrete. It’s warm out. The sunlight warms my back and the sidewalk burns my thick soles.

I don’t know where we’re going. She never tells me, and I can’t ask. Can’t move. Can’t even see her face. But I don’t mind. I’d go anywhere for my Elsie. Anywhere and anytime. Until she takes me off, and all is dark again.

In the darkness, I can still dream. I can fantasize about her, imagine myself on her, around her, and even inside her. I dream as if I’ll never wake again. So when I do, I’ll know to enjoy every second of the day.

I like when we go out. When people see me. Especially at the school where she teaches, where her co-workers say how nice I look. How nice we look.

But I don’t like men.

The first time I woke up, a man was trying to take me off. He grabbed me in his calloused hands and pulled me away from Elsie’s breasts. He tried to tear me, but she wouldn’t let him.

Careful, you dick! she said. It’s my favorite dress!

That made me happy. Made it easier when things went dark.

Elsie turns, and the floor changes from hot concrete to cool tile. My whole body