Creepy Texting Stories Novels & Stories

Deep down I’ve always been a slutty, horny mess. I tried to keep myself busy for a week, pining away with anticipation of my night of fun. I didn’t make my waiting any easier when I decided to text Vince. We exchanged numbers at the party. Of course things got dirty, quickly turning my pussy into a puddle in my panties as I read through Vince’s descriptions of how he was going to claim my cunt. I told him I was being a good girl and not playing with myself in anticipation of our night together. That was quickly followed by Vince sending me a picture of his throbbing cock.

I brought out to check what it was about. I saw that it was a text from the strange number that always texted me back at Alpha Cyrus pack. The text read: Why aren’t you running, Evelyn?

“ Forty-three, and when he saw that I wasn't picking up his calls, he started texting me. I think he sent over thirty messages, all of which I left unread” “ Woah, woah, now that's very creepy, like, seriously creepy. Why the hell would he call you as if you stole his kidneys?” “ I couldn't just tell”. " Was he the person that was calling you the other day?" " yes", I nodded. “ Trust me, this type of person will definitely be a possessive partner, there are no two ways about it”, she said, shaking her head to throw more emphasis. “ So, what happened?” “ Trust me, you wouldn't believe what happened next”.

] a friend texted me. She sent a link and I clicked it, the video was dark so I increased the brightness of my phone, I began to hear erotic sounds, I looked closer to see Fredrick… and an unconscious woman no!, no this can’t be true!. This can’t be!. No!!.I felt the phone slip out of my hand and it fell, Zemia cut it before it met its doom.

I said, swinging my backpack onto my shoulder. Laeddin took my hand. "If you don't want to go, it's okay." I gave him a wary look. "Everyone knows about Abby. I believe your friend Cam even texted you last night." "Oh!" I took my phone from my backpack. I'd forgotten about it, too wrapped up in what happened. He sent five different texts. Did you hear about Abby? Call me. Jack, I need to talk. Abby is dead. Please text back. They are saying her blood was drained from her body. It's vampires, I know it. Damn bloodsuckers aren't supposed to be here anymore.

"Can we instead talk about how beautiful and mesmerizing you look tonight? I had never thought that the girl who texted me at a creepy hour of the night, would one day come to mean so much to me. You know what I thought when I first got your text?" "W-what?" "I thought that you were some girl, who was looking for fun, and who had obtained my number somehow from the school records. And, man, I had every plan of having fun with you." My eyes went wide with mortification. "What do you mean?" Noah chuckled, as of sensing my thoughts. "I mean, fun as in scaring you away, teaching you a lesson to never text someone at a creepy hour again, to flirt with you then, roast you, to piss you off with wer

Sharing random cheeky texts during the day and spending long hours on calls during the night. She had teased him in the markets, enjoying his hearty laughs and even introduced texting, to which she masturbated to his voice, eyes closed while listening as he narrated all kind of dirty, sweet things he would be doing to him if she was around. The nights had been less boring, and he didn’t sound so far until recently. The distance, her tiresome classes, and the craving had made things take a downward dive between them. For the past one month, something had steamed off, and the random texts reduced to none at all during the past two weeks.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" "While I was making my hair, a strange number kept calling me, I was scared it was Gary so I kept ignoring it, when I was done with the hair and waiting for you, a text message came in, Go to a private place and I will call you, I am currently watching you, if you try anything stupid or make a suspicious act, I will kill you When I saw the text message, I went to the bathroom to take the call, it was a lady asking me to come outside and enter a black Lexus packed outside the saloon.

Sophie was home early. Vanessa’s eyes lit up with excitement instead of fear. She quickly fixed her hair, gave me one last sloppy kiss, and whispered, “Go out the back. Text me later. I’m addicted to this cock now, Alex. This isn’t stopping. I want you to fuck me next time while Sophie is in the house. Maybe even in the same room if we’re quiet enough.” I slipped out the back door just as Sophie came up the stairs. My legs were shaking, my cock was raw, and I could still taste my cum and Vanessa’s ass on my tongue.

What if I just hadn’t found the right way to let go? I found the group by accident. Or maybe not. My fingers moved before my brain could stop them. ‘Looking for a Dom to guide me. First time, nervous but curious. Be gentle?’ I hit send, plugged in my phone, and passed out on the couch like nothing had happened. The next morning my phone was exploding with notifications like fireworks. I’d muted them ages ago; my account had been a ghost town. Now it was alive. I scrolled through the responses in a daze. Dick pics. Creepy demands. Stuff that made my skin crawl and my stomach turn.