Creepy Texting Stories Novels & Stories

I want to make sure the sessions are structured and productive from the beginning. I groaned, annoyed now. “Seriously? We’re texting about math or English while I’ve got two fingers in my ass?” I tried to type something normal, something academic like algebra or grammar, but my brain was foggy from the p**n and the fingering and thinking about Damien. My thumbs slipped. Instead of “algebra basics” I sent something filthy that had been floating in my head. Alex: I want you to start by spreading me open and licking me deep until I'm dripping and begging for your cock to fill every inch.

I crawl over, dripping, grab it with shaking fingers. Julian Tomorrow night you don’t get to hide under water. I’m taking what’s mine. Sleep nakedI’ll know if you don’t. I look up He’s gone the patio door slides shut with a soft click. Another text, ten seconds later. Julian Count the hours, baby girl the text message read I already lost count of how many times I’m gonna make you scream I could read the text with his voice repeating in my head I collapse back on the lounger, thighs slick with pool water and come, staring at the moon like it owes me answers

I lie down in bed, pick up my phone, and open I*******m. Mia just uploaded a new story of her partying at Rose Black nightclub. "Mia, he took all my money," I text my best friend. "Stop being so down, dude. Come hang out with us," Mia replies as fast as I can expect. Tears keep flowing as I type. My hand shakes as I curl up in a blanket like a sushi roll. "How are you texting so fast while dancing?" I send back. "I’m actually outside your house. Come down here."

I whispered, I was usually not easily scared but the fact that someone would even take time off their schedule to text me and come to my house was creepy “What happened?” she asked “It started with a text message a few weeks back asking to be my friend and then after that it was messages every night, every night except recently. I thought it was Tom because he is the most obvious creep and I thought it was cute, but he says it wasn’t him. This person asked me never to discuss anything we discuss face to face with him and because I thought it was Tom being shy I complied, he pretended to be Tom and I fell for it. But Friday night and yesterday was different, there was a wolf stalking me right

Cristina's POV. "Ahhh, Mmmm." A loud gasp came from the other side of the door, followed by rasped heavy breathing. That was exactly what I needed. Heat bloomed low in my core as I shoved the door open. The scene before me was like something out of my wildest fantasies and my nipples hardened under the tight leather gown I'd thrown on. In a corner was a woman, her legs spread far apart. One man pumped his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, making her quiver beneath him while another guy fucked her throat hard, slamming against her again and again as his groans escaped his mouth.

TYLER I didn't wait for her to find her voice. I reached down, my hand hooking under her thighs and hoisting her up onto the edge of the mahogany desk. The project folder slid to the floor, forgotten, as I spread her legs wide and stepped between them. The dark fabric of her top was stretched tight over her chest, her nipples peaking through the material as she gasped, her hands clutching at the edge of the desk for stability. "You want to know the physical reality of the text, Pearl?" I growled, my hands going to the fly of my charcoal slacks. "This is it. This is the truth."

It was too close, too tied to my father's property. On the afternoon of our meeting, I pulled out my phone and sent her a quick text message, changing the location to a luxury hotel suite downtown, sending her the address and room number instead. She replied almost instantly. Change of plans? I like a man who knows how to keep things discreet. Later that afternoon, while buried in high-stress executive meetings at the office, my phone buzzed on the glass desk again. It was a short text message from another unsaved number. Are you sure you truly want me there tonight?

The house finally went quiet. I let out a long breath and stretched, my tight little tank top riding up over my flat stomach. Nineteen years old and still stuck under his roof like a prisoner. No friends, no dates, no freedom. If he ever found my secret account… yeah, I’d be dead. But that risk made it hotter. The secrecy. The thrill of thousands of men paying to see what he had never let me show. I scrolled through my DMs for a minute, biting my lip at the usual flood of horny messages. Then I set my phone aside and slipped a hand under my shorts, tracing lazy circles over my clit. I was already wet. That comment had done its job.

He despised the idea of having to deal with romantic relationships. Light pushed aside all other thoughts to focus on the moment. As he gazed at the haunted mansion, he could feel himself getting harder. He was excited to meet Lexi Blackwood. The image of her red, plum pussy had been tormenting his dreams since they received the file. The night after they signed the CNC form they found attached to the “Blackwood” profile on the dark web, they all received a file with a compilation of naked pictures and videos of each member of the Blackwood family.

I wasn't about to complain about the silence. "Anyway," Lucia said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "What was the deal with that creepy text you got yesterday?" I stopped chewing. Just thinking about it made a cold shiver run down my spine. The message had been so dark and strange, and then it had simply vanished from my phone. It was like it never happened. "I don't know," I said, finally swallowing. "But the wording felt exactly like the last thing Sister Loreen said to me." Lucia set her burger down, her expression shifting from playful to worried. "Okay, that is beyond weird. Give me the details."