Novel & Cerita Interactive Shrinking Stories

she smiles, already shoving me back against the wall. Our mouths crash hastily, clothes coming off—her shirt peeled over her head, my hoodie tugged off, her skirt hiked up inch by inch. I lift her onto the counter, spread her thighs wide, and just look at her for a second. Then I bury my face between her legs and take my time to eat her pussy.

Ava's POV “Why did you stop?” I cried out in confusion and desperation but all I was met with was silence as I heard his footsteps moving farther from me. “Davin?” “Be patient, kitten.” I heard him say even though he sounded far away. “What's the fun without edging?” I was trembling so bad that all I could do was lean down so that my head was touching the ground. I was a huge fan of edging and teasing, but right now all I wanted was his big cock in my pussy. Desperately.

Elysia laid in the bed deprived of any signs of life in her. Only the slight rise and fall of her chest was the evidence that she was living although she was dead. Her phone was ringing continuously but she had no strength left to get up and see who was calling her. Just when the scary night flashed through her mind, she shrunk and hugged her legs. The tears were leaving the corners of her eyes. The phone stopped ringing and it hadn't been 10 minutes yet when the knock on her door grabbed her attention. Her eyes frightened instantly. She covered herself with a blanket and sat on the corner of the bed.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

Next part will be His intro but on the condition when I'll get your views. Do vote also if you like this story is totally different from my other works. ~~Shrinkhla Singh😃😃😃

At the moment of impact their heads were both out of the driver's side windows when they cracked together, leaving the unmarked cars to roll gently to a halt 200 yards apart. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

Then I commented underneath it. "Thanks for the concern, everyone. We've broken up. Please don't bother me about this."

he said, his voice a low vibration that hit me square in the chest. The chatter died instantly. He turned around, leaning against the podium, his sleeves already rolled up to reveal the lion etched into his tanned skin. My pulse spiked. I couldn't stop my eyes from tracing the golden outlines of the beast on his arm, remembering the way it seemed to ripple in the moonlight of my subconscious. "The Art of Storytelling is not a solo venture," he began, his almond eyes finally sweeping over the rows. "To understand narrative, you must understand collaboration and the friction of differing perspectives. For the remainder of the semester, you will be working in groups of five."

After maybe five minutes I decided to spark up a conversation, not that he could answer me. “Do you have a name? I guess I never thought to ask anyone if their animals do,” I said, scratching between his ears. I could swear he nodded his head and then, something incredibly fucking crazy happened. He started to … shrink. The fur began to thin and disappear beneath my fingertips, replaced by skin. Shoulder blades became visible then his head shrunk and morphed as I gasped. He jerked and I lost my hold, falling off of his side into the water. I barely had time to register what happened when his arms came around me, then I felt my face break the surface.

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