Interactive Shrinking Story Novels & Stories

I let the story pull me in. My hands moved slowly. I touched myself lightly. My breasts responded immediately. They always do. My nipples hardened against my shirt. The fabric tightened around them. I felt how quickly I was getting turned on. But I didn’t rush. I ran my hands over my thighs. I moved slowly. I started undoing my shirt. One button at a time. I kept my eyes closed. I focused on the story. In the story, Leanne and Michael aren’t playing for time. They are already deep into it.

At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

“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.

Her smile returns slowly, the worry in her eyes easing, and she presses her cheek into my palm, comforted by a promise I silently hope I can always keep. Logan crouches beside me then, his large hands reaching to draw the children close, and his voice is steady, rich with pride, as he tells them that I was the bravest of all of us. Connor gasps in awe at this announcement, declaring in a loud voice that the sharks must have been afraid of me instead. Carmen laughs so hard she nearly topples over, her giggles filling the air with a music so sweet I feel tears sting at the corners of my eyes. The questions stretch on and on as we herd them toward bedtime. Connor wants to know if the sharks swa

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

I’m learning, improving, and building this story in real time, and having even one reader who sticks around makes it worth it. So, welcome. Enjoy the story, take your time with it, and feel free to share your thoughts as you read along. — RINA BALDWIN

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“I never thought you could be this vicious, Coco! How could you be so cruel to a pregnant woman?! If anything happens to the baby, there’s no future for us.” As I watched him walk away, I murmured softly, “Our future was shattered long ago." When I cleaned up the broken glass on the floor, the wound on my foot had already stopped bleeding. However, the wound in my heart was still raw and torn open. The suffocating heaviness in my chest made me contact several shareholders of the company. When they heard I was selling my 30% stake, they all showed an interest. I told them to bid, and the highest bidder would win.

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