Internal Screaming Novels & Stories

A crisp scream fell through my lips as I jerked violently against the sheets, the clamps tugging tight with my movements. “Oh my God—ahhh!” My cries broke into sobs as Silas drew invisible patterns down my stomach, the cold trailing fire across my burning skin. My thighs shook, and my muscles ached from the way my whole body twitched against the overload. Kyler groaned, his camera shaking with the movement of his hand.

rings in my head like a mocking echo. A sudden surge of anger and frustration wells up inside you. “ Ahhhhh” I screamed and threw my phone across the room, to the wall, startling a passing nurse. My outburst only brings me momentary relief. The phone shattered against the wall, leaving a small crack on the wall. I sighed realizing my problems can't be solved with a broken phone or angry outbursts. I sigh deeply, pulling the covers over my body and closed my eyes. Sleep didn’t come easily, but when it did, I got greeted by nightmares of Paige, Olivia, David and Colin. laughing and mocking me.

She yells out furiously. 😡😡😡😡 Alexia lays on her bed, she rolls on her bed, clearly disturbed. She could imagine her brother and that b!tch of a girl, Sophie, rolling on the sheets. She sits up on her bed, her inside exploding in anger. She gets down from the bed, paced around the room angrily, her hands on her hips. Are they having s*x right now? Is she giving him a blowjob? Is he enjoying it? Arghhhh, I can't believe he would do this to me. She thinks.

A primal scream tore from my lips, the sound echoing off the sterile walls in a symphony of grief and despair that reverberated through the room. "Ah!" I wailed in a raw outpouring of anguish, my hands grasping at anything within reach as I sought to release the torrent of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. With a swift, violent motion, I seized the pillow from the bed and hurled it across the room, a futile gesture of rage and frustration.

I wanted to slam my head into the sink. You're such a pervert! I screamed to myself internally. I don't think I could forgive myself if he ever heard me screaming his name in my sleep!

Sienna screams. I am grateful that I was smart enough to soundproof my office when I had it renovated. God, I love it when she screams my name. I pull myself from her and flip her over so her large perky tits are pressed against the smooth wood of my desk. Before she can voice a complaint, I thrust myself back into her as I grab her hips as start slamming myself deep into her tight pussy. The sound of our skin slapping as a symphony of moans and screams fall from her lips has increased my speed and depth.

***Inner dialogue: I want to scream his name… I want to beg him to finish me…*** *She grips you tighter, her nails digging slightly into your skin as she rocks her hips against yours, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, her lips parting in a silent cry of ecstasy. When she opens them again, they're filled with raw hunger.* "Please… let me feel you inside me…"

The desk creaked under us as I pounded relentlessly, hips snapping forward to bury myself balls-deep again and again. "Fuck, yes! Mark—oh god, Mark!" Emily screamed my name, her voice echoing off the walls as her nails dug deep into the edge of the desk, splintering the wood slightly under her desperate grip. "More, boss—fuck me harder! I need it all, please don't stop ruining my pussy!"

This is not a good idea. It wakes the resting soul inside me as I hear Skye's voice thunderously echoed all over the mansion. Adrenaline rush spread all over inside me lile a wild fire in the jungle. “Ahhhh!” We swiftly moved out from bed and headed down as we heard our Prince screamed for the second time loudly like he had never did before.

I rammed into him, my breath coming in short. Miles cried out, throwing his head back. His moans get more uncontrollable. I’d be surprised if he doesn’t hesitate to see everyone, with how loud he is. “Oh fuck,” Miles came so hard, he screamed, his legs shaking on my shoulder. With every thrust, he screamed, trying to pull away from overstimulation. “Fuck, Emmanuel,” he cried out, spreading his thighs as far as they can go, to cup his pussy, his wide eyes staring at me. “Oh shit, w-wai-“