I'm Only Sleeping Game Novels & Stories

Hotel Paradise, Hawaii. Presidential Suite The sunlight streamed through the window as the white curtains swayed in the cool breeze, accompanied by the distant sound of crashing waves. Emma stirred and reached out to find the sheet to pull it over herself, feeling a chill. But she didn't find the sheet. Instead, her fingers encountered the bare back of someone lying next to her, still asleep with their mouth slightly open. She slowly withdrew her hand, opened one eye to glance, and then opened the other. She swallowed hard, "Who is this?" Images from the previous night quickly flashed through her mind. She closed her eyes and squeezed them tightly shut, the memory awakening the heat that had

The computer on the desk on the opposite side of the room seemed very similar to the one Tres had at school. Tres walked back in lugging a deflated air mattress and electric pump. “Here, plug it in,” the boy handed him the pump. “I figured here should be good,” said Tres, plopping the mattress down in front of the television. “That way we can play some Halo or something and lay back.” James shrugged. “Sounds good.” He changed into some shorts and brushed his teeth. Before long, the only sounds that filled the room were simulated explosions and gunshots, the clicking of controllers, and the background soundtrack to the newest first-person shooter.

"Then, why do you resist looking at me?" Elvin didn't say anything. The darkness and her sultry voice were doing things to him that he found himself hard beneath the sheet. "Let's play a game," Eve said. Elvin didn't say a thing. "I'm going to send my hands between your legs," Eve said, "and if I find you hard, you're going to ride me." Nice one. On a normal day, before she traces her fingers down to his thigh, he would already be hard. But this game, he had very well lost it, and this beautiful night, he saw himself riding her.

Sloane I woke up to an empty bed. No warmth. No noise. Just silence. For a second, I thought maybe it was all a dream…that he hadn’t actually stayed. That I hadn’t cried into his chest like some broken little girl. But the soft scent of cedar and leather still lingered on my room. He had stayed. I sat up, brushing my tangled hair out of my face. Today had to be different. No more crying. No more hiding.

When I came back to the dorm after dinner, Rachel and the others were already in the middle of the hallway, starting on the fondue. The moment I stepped inside, an intense, rich smell hit the back of my throat. As if fondue weren’t enough, Rachel was actually grilling patties over charcoal in a cramped dorm room. Did she not care about carbon monoxide poisoning? When she saw me, she put on a fake look of surprise. "Oh wow, silly me, I totally forgot to invite you, Lila!"

I questioned still coughing hard, Lisa glared at me before she stood up from the bed. "By what time did you sleep? Why are there bags under your eyes?" She questioned looking at me with a frown, I sighed angrily hitting the bed, "what's the time now?" I questioned cause I remembered sleeping around 5:30am, Lisa took out her phone from her pocket and checked the time "6:10 am" she replied before as slipped it back to her pocket. My jaw dropped "I have only slept for forty minutes?" I questioned feeling tears beginning to well up in my eyes, I spent all night playing mahjong, I am currently in level 1203 I only stopped playing when my phone battery began warning.

Sierra's POV I can feel his muscles bunch as he stands. I've learnt to play asleep. Keep my breathing even and make no noise. I'm trying so damn hard to keep playing this game so he can put me somewhere and leave me. I don't want to sleep alone in a bed I don't deserve and I don't want to feel like I have to be here but ... here I am. Playing asleep. Is it the same as basically playing dead? Just with the breathing part?

The future of Software Solutions, his investment, was riding on it. Trouble was, how could he sleep with Abbey’s taste still on his lips and her face still in his mind? “What do you mean you didn’t get it?” Abbey didn’t know whether to kill Lucy or hug her. “The camera’s broken.” Lucy held up a small, black object that was supposed to be attached to the large camera that stood on a tripod at the window. She shrugged thin, bare shoulders. “Sorry. I sort of dropped it when I was setting up.” “Sorry! You’re sorry? I just slept with a complete stranger so you could get those shots and you tell me the damn thing’s broken!” Abbey drew in a deep breath and placed both hands on her hips.

he said. On all fours? Was this an exorcism? “I need help. My friend is in the dungeons and—” “Drop the act, I’m not into roleplay,” he muttered, finally tossing me onto the mattress. Before I could even process what 'roleplay' meant, his large hand slipped beneath my cloth, palming my breast. “Wait, no! I said I need help—” I tried to protest, but his other hand was already sliding down between my thighs.