Emoji Stories Novels & Stories

“Kim, paki-cancel ang meeting ko sa Haunted Kingdom. Sabihin mo sa manager na siya na muna ang bahala mag-asikaso sa lahat and send me a detailed report of the shoot.” “Yes, sir,” sagot ng secretary niya sa kabilang linya. Binuksan ng binata ang envelope na dala ni Ed. Sa loob ng envelope ay mga pictures ng isang pamilya na may apat na miyembro. Binasa niya ang information na kasama ng mga pictures. “Hmmm…Very detailed. Not bad. Pero hindi lahat ng nakikita sa kanila ay totoo. What you see is not what you get.”

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

EMMA My body was still trembling, thighs slick with our mixed juices, when Sarah lifted herself off me. Her face glistened with my cum, lips swollen and shiny. I lay there on the couch, naked and panting, my perky tits heaving, my shaved pussy still pulsing and leaking from the intense orgasm she’d just given me. Jake stood beside us, his thick cock still half-hard, glistening with the last drops of his own release. The sight of his cum streaking across Mom’s ass and my thighs made my clit throb all over again.

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

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“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

The message read, “How’s hope? I bet you didn't see me today. Don't blame me, I was caught up with work. I'll make out time for us to meet. How about a coffee at the Louis coffee shop tomorrow by 5:30 pm? Don't be late. I love you, Elena.” I was thrown into a state of confusion. Who was this anonymous? How does he know my baby's name? I couldn't get the answers I was searching for. All I had to do was close my eyes, try to push the thoughts aside and wait for the next day.

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"Jealousy is a really bad thing and being jealous of your friend is the worst thing that one can do." Looking at the stranger who had started talking to her out of nowhere, she frowned. "Excuse me?" "Yes?" "I am sorry but did you say something?" Taking the two beer bottles from the bartender's hand, he replied, "If you were the one who is jealous of her friend then yes—" Offering her a bottle, he added, "I think I was talking to you." "I already ordered mine.” Raising her brows at him, she charged him. “What makes you feel that I am jealous of my best friend? How can you say that without even knowing who I am?”