Interactive Wedgie Story Novels & Stories

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

Vivienne, on the other hand, threw her arms around my neck, whispering how glad she was that I was finally awake. I couldn’t keep myself from telling her exactly what I felt. “That makes one of us.” And then it happened. I could feel my gut clench in an excruciating twist. The smell was overwhelming – practically intoxicating. When I saw them, I couldn’t help but wonder whose idea it was to bring about this sort of cruelty upon my wake.

It looked like even Leon himself hadn't realized he was already facing the backlash. The exchange system could only facilitate the preliminary exchange of risks and determine who could be bound. The actual binding of individuals and the final effects of the exchange still depended on that murky liquid. Leon hadn't known how much risk I could handle, so he tested me bit by bit during the tender meeting. Later, when he realized I could take far more than he expected, he started making me drink that strange coffee more often. The more I drank, the stronger the exchange became, and the faster the bound target would be drained.

A boy who had once believed silence was safety. “I never thought I’d have to do this,” he began, his voice steady. “But someone has to speak first, and if I don’t, he wins.” He detailed the stalking. The manipulation. The threats. He spoke about Adrien Wolfe by name. And then he said the words that would spark wildfire: “Obsession isn’t love. Power isn’t romance. And pain no matter how well it’s dressed up will never be a love letter.” They posted it to every platform they could reach.

"Oh my god, I've never seen a match at this level end in under ten minutes. They're definitely the dark horse of this tournament!" "Wait, isn't that LeoWinter's ID? I think I've seen someone streaming with a very similar playstyle before." "Yes, yes! That streamer with the really edgy name… I think it was Checkmate Zero!" Madison suddenly turned her head. "Did you say Checkmate Zero?" Her match slot was scheduled relatively late, and her coordination with Bruce had been mediocre at best over the past six months. She had originally entered this competition without much expectation of winning. But only she knew the truth. She had abandoned everything just to come here and see the streamer she

At that moment, I could not reach Snow no matter how many times I called. I was so anxious that I even turned to the internet. I hoped to find a reasonable solution. Then, I saw a video of Snow wearing a camisole and washing clothes at another man’s place. I looked at the caption. [Dinner is over. My boss took great care of me. If I had a wife like her, I would want nothing more.] The video had been posted just three minutes earlier. Three minutes ago, the hospital told us we had arrived on the wrong day for the appointment, and Richard had swung his cane at me.

Jared showed up and didn't say a word. [Seriously, how did she tame him? Dude's way too obedient. That's a one-in-a-million find.] [Jared's an orphan. Yvonne's rich, gorgeous, and way out of his league. What's he gonna say?] The chat exploded with laughing emojis. Then someone asked: [Think Yvonne's going home tonight?] The replies rolled in instantly. [Are you stupid? Of course not. It's her wedding night. Figure it out.] One crude joke after another flooded the chat.

★One Year Ago★ Jade sat on the floor, sobbing loudly and scratching her arms, trying to get rid of the feel of her harasser's skin against hers. She kept replaying the last few hours in her mind. She could still feel his body against hers and it made her feel worthless and dirty. And like a thousand bugs were crawling through her skin, eating her up.

"I’m sexy right?" The Wendigo growled at me as it leapt over the shredded woman incredibly fast. I crouched down ready for it, it clawed out at me and I raised my staff aiming for its chest. I growled, knocking it back with all my strength. I had the upper hand with it being a tight place, it couldn't manoeuvre as good as I could.

The wolf smiled and brought his face closer, licking the blood. -You know, I'll tell you a short story. I'm sure you'll like it a lot - he seemed totally crazy, mood swings, conversation that flipped back and forth, totally unpredictable. Jade squeezed her eyes shut. She was terrified of what was happening to her and what was coming next. She didn't want to hear it, she didn't want to know. She just wanted to be left alone. Why couldn't she live her days in peace? At what point did everything go completely crazy?