Making Out Stories Novels & Stories

For three years, my husband and I had lived apart because of our long-distance relationship. Then I landed a bridal makeup job in the city where he often stayed for work. I planned to surprise him after I finished the job, but three days before the wedding, I sprained my wrist. I explained the situation to my client and offered her a full refund, but she refused. "Everyone only gets one special day like this in their life, Felicia! I want my husband to see me at my prettiest on the most important day of our lives! I don't wanna be anything less for him..." I couldn't convince her otherwise, so I decided to bring my apprentice, Dakota McCree, to apply the makeup while I guided her. Then I

All the more reason to not even attempt to say anything. “I promise. I am fine. She just looked so much like someone I saw in a nightmare. I might have overreacted, causing me to black out a second.” Anderson made up a quick story to try and appease them. He knew it was a far-fetched excuse which would have caused them to look at him like he was crazy, and rightly, Kira looked at him confused and somewhat offended. Who in their right minds would believe such a blatant lie? Anderson was hinting at something, and hopefully Carson would pick up on it. Thankfully, it worked, “Wait, nightmare? You mean what you said that day?” Carson had a look of realization on his face.

I tilted my head to the side, and she laughed. “I made all those stories up because I was bored. Not a lot of people in this pack have seen me, so it made sense that they believed whatever information they heard. It started as a silly joke, but you know how rumors can be. Once you send them out, they morph into something different,” I nodded slowly, still trying to make sense of everything she said.

We only stayed around the house or went out to the pool when the neighbors weren't home, but it was something. Jack and I had also taken to what we referred to as 'story time'. Some nights while we fooled around we would discuss a woman we had seen and pretend she was with us. Jack would fuck me and tell me how the woman would be sitting on my face or licking my clit while his cock slid in and out of me. I would then tell him how she would slide his cock from me and suck on him before putting it back inside. I would describe double blowjobs and he would fuck me doggy and tell me my face was between her legs. It provided for some fun and strong orgasms, but there were times we yearned for the

So when Conrad returned to Antriford and attended the company's new product launch, he was confidently holding Kelly in his arms. It was quite a coincidence. Using public opinion and stock prices as leverage, we pressured Jonathan into making a concession. At the same time, it was a triple win. We cut off Conrad's future, sealed Harmon International's fate, and created a rift between Conrad and Jonathan. The so-called perfect love story was just a ploy to fool the public. Jonathan would never suspect the ever-peaceful Horace. He would think all of this was the work of Conrad. As for Conrad, in his excitement, he probably felt like the heavens were helping him.

This figure shadowed me closely, like a silent guardian, always lingering in the background, keeping a watchful eye without ever getting too close. Then, they started asking questions, and I had to tell them something, anything, to stop the interrogation. So, I spun the tale of a short-lived fling that ended because we weren't compatible. The truth about our arrangement was too risky to share, so I fabricated a story, and it was believable enough, that’s why they didn’t suspect anything. As for the bra story, I admitted to them that something did happen between Adam and me that night before we supposedly broke up. And my wacky friends, they were relentless with their teasing, saying I must h

And I had not reached her before she did. The story was well-constructed. I gave it that. It had been built by someone who understood that the most effective damage is one that uses the truth as a delivery mechanism for the lie. You take a real document, a real diagnosis, a real name, and frame them inside a narrative that the document cannot disprove because it predates the fact that disproves it. The infertility report was four years old. The marriage contract was three weeks old. The gap between them was presented as a deliberate concealment by a woman who had leveraged three years of professional access to position herself for exactly this outcome.

Forbidden stories of kissing and making out would cause huge scandals among the student body, who both felt disgusted and envious of such raunchy encounter details. Needless to say, ofcourse, these stories were overhyped by baseless and false details, often times a kiss in real turned into a messy hot grope on the most tender breasts in the story. Just like rumors seem to flow everywhere in the world,each encounter was lavishly polished with overbearing teenage hormones and fake fantasies injected into them.So each time a rumor was heard, the story progressed until "atleast" there was an older girl's soft breast filling a boy's hungry mouth or a thick finger of an older boy inside a moaning

“You two just survived a heart attack.” I turned to her. “For now.” Jaxon rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay, we can’t sit around waiting for this thing to reach them. We have to fix it before someone else tells them.” I frowned. “But how? Everyone’s already talking. We can’t exactly text everyone saying ‘Hey, it’s fake.’ They’ll think we’re covering up.” “Then we need a story,” Jaxon said slowly. “Something that makes sense. Something believable.”

“Wait, our relationship is secret and no one knows about it, so where is this coming from?” “Well, I made a joke in class. I told them about a friend who was dating a man old enough to be her father. I just wanted to know what they thought about it. So many of them rained insults on my imaginary friend and called her all sorts of names. I felt like they were all referring to me,” I fabricated a story, and Tyler frowned.