Dirty Snapchat Stickers Novels & Stories

I opened my Snapchat, tapped on the gallery icon to choose the existing photo on my camera roll, tapped the send icon, selected Max and hit send. I set the phone down and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of Martell. I needed to take the edge off. When I returned to the bedroom, sipping the cognac, I picked up my phone to see if he’d replied. My heart didn't just skip a beat; it felt like it fell through the floor. There were two Maxes in my recent list. Both had the same corporate logo—a stylized "M"—as their display picture. I had saved his father as Max months ago when he’d first introduced him to me.

The door swung open and I almost dropped both fucking pizza boxes. There she stood — a thick, hot-as-fuck older BBW MILF who had to be twice my age. My eyes dragged slowly up her body like I was in a trance. She was rocking 4-inch black stiletto heels that made her legs look endless, dark curly blonde hair spilling past her shoulders, and long, fake red nails that screamed “I get fucked.” Her lips were painted the same deep slutty red, and she was sucking on a long Virginia Slim 120 like it was a cock. She wore tight animal-print latex leggings that hugged every thick inch of her massive thighs and fat juicy ass, and a skimpy black tube top that was barely containing two enormous tits. Her f

sticker. [Might be late coming home. Wait for me, okay?]

Soonie noticed too, her breath hitching as he reached forward again, this time slower, and brushed his thumb along the ink. It flaked. A sticker. A damn sticker. The realization hit like cold water. His anger faltered, his hand lowering. “What the hell…” he muttered. Soonie jerked her wrist away, her voice shaking. “It’s not real. I got it for a charity event the company did days ago. It's a temporary ink tattoo for the children’s hospital. It washes off. The real one’s on my shoulder, not my wrist.” Damon stared at her, guilt and disbelief crashing into each other.

Normally, Yin Yue relied on V-Chat, email, or direct calls for communication. “Well, you buy the stickers here, and then you complete the payment through...” Jetniphat pointed and explained step by step before returning the phone. “Thanks,” Yin Yue muttered as he took the phone back. Unaccustomed to the app, he had only downloaded it because he wanted to talk to her. And now, he even wanted to send stickers. He spent a while browsing the sticker options, scrolling indecisively, before looking up and asking, “What kind of stickers does your girlfriend like?”

I slapped him. He stumbled back, holding his cheek like he couldn't believe I slapped him. His eyes quickly turned dark though and even if I expected it, it still took me by surprise when he backhanded my cheek, leaving an imprint of the five rings on his fingers. "You bitch." He cursed. My cheek was throbbing painfully and for a few seconds, I couldn't see straight. When I could finally see though, all I could see was red. As if the first one wasn't enough, he backhanded my other cheek, taking me by surprise again. "You like that, slut? Huh?"

After hesitating for some time now, she wanted to send him a sticker to test him. Rachel sent him a sticker that said, "When you ignore me, I feel like you're having sex with someone else." After sending it out, Rachel realized that she'd accidentally sent the wrong one! What the f*ck! How could she have sent that to him! It would ruin her image! Just as she was about to delete the text, she received a text from Cyrus. He said, "No, I was just taking a shower." Rachel paused. She should've been trying to retract the sticker and save her image, but... her mind was filled with thoughts of Cyrus showering.

That's why this bitch stacie is in his fucking dm and just so happens to be friends with Violet. I take a deep breath before clearing out of I***a and then deciding on going into his Snap. I immediately click on his chats seeing all the different people in which had been talking to recently. I scroll further down his list, seeing a few female bitmojis appear in his chats. But since they're all pictures/ chats sent from a long time ago and have been unopened I don't even bother to stress myself out over it.

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The weight of Damien’s blackmail video kept pressing on Elara like a physical force. Every morning when she woke up, the first thing she thought about was the footage of her with Julian — the gentle way he had touched her, the way she had responded, the clear audio of her moans. She totally enjoyed it and it showed. Damien made sure to remind her of it constantly too. He would play snippets of the video at random times, forcing her to watch herself betray Kai while he used her body. He would send view-once of some parts of it to her on W******p and force her to do a sex call with him. He also made the video into stickers as well, randomly sending them to her when they chatted. Damien was wic