Pillow Chats Novels & Stories

A few I can delete right off the bat because some boys are really unoriginal. I shuffle though a few more trying to see if I can find RunawayBridesmaid. Yikes, I knew I'd get a few, but this is crazy. Finally, I find it. RunawayBridesmaid: How much for private chats not in this system? Your phone number. I stare at the message. Why does she want my phone number? I'm starting to wonder if this is a girl. Forget it. I'll ask. BoomChick: Are you a female?

Maybe it was the loud snoring from the old man in the next bed or just his own restless mind, but Jedediah felt an urgent need to talk to someone. Without thinking, he opened the chat with me. He typed cautiously: [Are you there?] A second later, a red dot appeared, followed by the prompt: [You haven't added her as a friend yet.] Jedediah clenched his phone, while I looked at Georgia's latest post, bursting into laughter. The caption read: [Refuse to be an emotional trash can.] I liked her post, and she started a chat with me. Gigi: [Ugh, I'm losing interest in my crush.]

Every second I’m off-screen the chat gets filthier, spamming guesses and begging for skin. When I step back in, pink satin tied tight across my tits, they lose their shit. Hearts, flames, filthy emojis fly like confetti. I give them a slow twirl, tilt my hips, laugh right into the mic. “Think you picked well?” They answer by blowing up the screen.

Cheryl sighed and looked off into the distance, her brown eyes taking on a far-off look. “I can’t wait to write it,” I answered and snickered. It was going to be so much fun. “I’m already thinking of titles.” “Hot men fall over themselves to get in on polyamorous love,” Kim teased and moved her arms out as if following the headline. “Men desperate to prove how big their dicks are, get them out to prove it,” Cheryl joined in and we all laughed at that one. “It’s that bad,” I answered with a nod. “I’ve got so many dick pics on my phone now I could start my own website.”

Queenie knew that and smiled. “For my regulars who know the rules, you can do two things. The peasants can collectively file for taxes and tip my jar. Each jar tipped is fifty millilitres of fake semen pumped into my holy temple. If you wish to see a waterfall, you know what to do. For my knights, I’ll be looking at super chats to give you the benefit of selecting both. Thanks to the wonderful programming team with Wanda's Love Accessories Incorporation, we found a way to code super chats to trigger two shots worth of cum and a minute-long override for the fuck speed to insane. In other words, the stream will run as long as super chats continue to come in even after thirty minutes.”

Anyone can be in the group chat but can request solo chat rooms. I clicked accept and it worked! I don't know what I was more proud of, my UX testing or the fact that someone wanted to privately chat with me. LimberJack: hey LonelyGirl: hey! thanks again. LimberJack: wanna see if we can bang 1 out on an app? LonelyGirl: ... LimberJack: if you want dick pics I'm sure Horny4u is available to exchange names and numbers. LonelyGirl: ha! bc his thimble sized cock would be a turn on to see.

**F******k Messenger** **Mia Wolfsong** New message I sit up a little, pillows propped behind me. We swapped socials after fire class today—quick, awkward, but she initiated it. I open the chat. **Mia (10:47 p.m.):** hey you still up? **Haru (10:48 p.m.):** Yeah. Homework’s done. Listening to music. You? **Mia (10:48 p.m.):** same. can’t sleep thinking about that glass vine thing we made today

Sally: “You guys can continue being jealous! I’m still going to praise my husband! He’s handsome and gentle!” Zoey: “Don’t be too gleeful yet. I’m just saying, what if Evonne’s fiancé is better than Elijah? What are you going to do then?” Sally: “No one is more handsome than my husband!” After sending that message, Sally yawned and was just about to go back to sleep when her phone began pinging rapidly. Evonne was spamming their group chat. Evonne: “Can this world stop being so dramatic!” “I can’t take this anymore!!!”

Unprecedented. Within twenty-four hours, my inbox is a disaster zone. I ruthlessly scroll past the broke trolls and thirsty weirdos, filtering my DMs strictly for the ones who have already clicked "Pay." [Pandora — Pandora]: Are you seriously offering beauty treatments? [System: Payment Received] [Vampire Progenitor — Liviel]: Roomie! You do so much! But I just want a rematch, I hate losing! When are you free? [System: Payment Received] [Sea God — Philo]: Use a cute girl voice and say "I hate pine trees."

My computer is open on my lap with young and Hungry playing on N*****x. I get a ping off my phone and open I*******m up. I click on Riley's profile and see a video that she just posted two minutes ago. I click on it and music immediately envelopes my ears. "Hey bitches," Riley shouts over the music. "We are here with the hottest group of people on the planet-"