Adult Interactive Stories Novels & Stories

Dedication For the insecure ones who can’t take a leap of faith To the friend-zoned souls, wishing, praying, hoping To best of friends harboring unsatisfied carnal desires For romantic readers who fancy the thrill of intimacy, expressed, displayed, and told of in ecstatic rawness A life to you, a story to them, and a memory to keep. This one is for you. Enjoy, feel and live this moment in fullness. *** Millie groaned and rubbed the vibrator softly over her wet core under the sheets, sending ecstatic electric shivers all over her body. She pushed back the sadness and guilt at the back of her head and just focused on the sensation the toy was giving to her pussy.

"Then how about this? What if you pack me some of the beef stew you're gonna make? That way, I get something from it too. I'm sure that sounds fair for you, right?" He laughed, and again, he ruffled my hair 'You're a really interesting guy, Black, but alright. I really can't win against you. Do you wanna just eat dinner at our house then?" Aunt Autumn's gonna be home tomorrow, so as long as I text her where I am, then I'm sure it's fine. "That sounds great."

In a cozy room filled with colorful toys and books, Theo, a curious and energetic 3-year-old, sat on the floor surrounded by his favorite stuffed animals. His nanny, Hazel, a kind and patient young woman, sat beside him with a book in her hands, ready to embark on a magical storytelling journey. Hazel: "Are you ready for a story, Theo?" Theo: "Yes, Hazel! Story, story!" Hazel smiled warmly and began to read from the book, her voice gentle and soothing as she brought the words to life.

Renata was a girl who lived very modestly in a popular neighborhood in Mexico, she lived with her parents and three sisters, one of them was already married and had done very well, she had a very strong character and was the only one who faced her father without fear of being beaten. One day when she was still living with them, she came home from work and her father was hitting her mother, she interposed herself and her father was ready to hit her too, so she said to him: "Come on, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me:

Anna’s apartment was quiet except for the ticking clock and the soft patter of rain against the window. It was just past midnight, and she sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor in an old tank top and tiny cotton shorts. Twenty-three years old, working at the dusty bookstore downtown, and tired of her boring, safe little life. No boyfriend. No excitement. Just books and fantasies that made her blush when she read them alone at night. Tonight felt different. She had found the old leather book two days ago in the basement of the store, hidden behind broken shelves. No title. Just strange symbols on the cover and thick yellow pages filled with Latin. Something about it called to her. She brought

Felicia replied Zeus turned to leave "Wait!" She called out. Zeus halted and slowly turned back. "Recommend some online stories for me. I am bored!" Zeus let out a brief smile "Check out 'Guardians the last son of heaven" by Iyanda Michael and also look out for the next story of Victor Olusa, titled Blessed By the axe.. Many other ones, I will send it to you through messenger." "Iyanda Michael, I love that guy's story, especially John Mark and Gutaro. Victor Olusa is my favorite, I know his next story will be a banger!...Thanks" "My pleasure" Zeus replied and left the room.....

My name is Elena, and I am twenty-six years old, single, and currently so wet that the cotton of my panties is glued to my cunt. I work from home as a freelance graphic designer, which means my days are spent staring at screens and pretending I am a functional adult. Today the pretense cracked somewhere around noon. I had been answering emails in just an oversized T-shirt and no bra when a client sent over a mood board full of soft-focus bodies, wet mouths, hands gripping hips. Innocent enough on the surface. On me it landed like a match.

Ava Lecture room 214 smelled like cologne and clean sweat the second I walked in. Twenty-three pairs of eyes turned toward me. Young and strong. Some still in hoodies, some in fitted tees that showed the shape of their chests. A few had that lazy, half-lidded look that said they had just rolled out of bed. My cunt gave a slow, greedy clench. I set my bag on the desk and faced them. “I’m Dr. Ava Reed. This is Contemporary Narrative. For the next hour we are going to do something different. Call it an observation exercise. Biology of the body in literature. How tension lives in the flesh. How a body reacts when it is watched.”

(eg when Damon speaks, the format will be as this: Damon ~ "It was not Ava; it was Amé." Full adaptation is dependent on the popularity of the Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of Gamble With My Heart. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers PS. Gamble With My Heart was a winner in the Chapters Interactive Stories' Writing Contest in 2020. ******************** I open my eyes one by one trying to avoid the bright light that is streaming through the windows. I stretch every perfectly formed muscle in my body. I look on over to the blonde that is spread all over the bed next to me. There is a big smile on my face, and I am feeling great.

My middle finger found the perfect spot right at the opening of Maryann's tiny pussy. Thanks to the slickness provided by the blend of saliva and her natural juices, I had no trouble slowly entering her tight, sweet-smelling pussy. Maryann would pinch my arm as her body tensed up and she let out stifled moans, while I was busy slowly sliding into her tight pussy... "...U-n-n-n-n-n-n-cle!... O-o-o-o-ow... i-i-i-it f-f-f-feels s-s-s-so g-g-g-good, U-n-c-l-e..." ...Maryann hardly knew where to turn her face because of the intense pleasure she was experiencing in those moments... "...U-n-c-l-e... s-s-s-so g-g-g-good... y-y-y-you're s-s-s-so g-g-g-good at this, U-n-c-l-e!" ..."...K-k-k-keep g-g-g