Pillow Chats Novels & Stories

He shook her hand with his, flashing his pearly white teeth. "Pleasure is all mine," Diana replied, crinkling her nose. Lucas found the mannerism cute. "Who would have thought I would be someone's knight in shining armor." He grinned. "That's a stretch--" She snorted. 'This guy is easy to talk to.' Diana contemplated. "Alright. Thanks again. Have a good night." Diana turned to leave. "Wait!" Lucas stopped her. "Can I add you in Chatify?" Chatify is a trending social media app in today's generation. It allows you to call, text, video call, send stickers, send payments, follow trending news and do live videos.

His father was always busy, Trevor had been unavailable, and Noah— well, Noah had been stuck in one of his usual distant moods. And Rolex had been alone Until he discovered the app. An anonymous chat platform where identities remained hidden. No names, No faces and not even gender were revealed Just conversations and connection. At first, it was just curiosity. But over time… It became something else. They talked about everything— random topics, jokes, late-night thoughts. Sometimes even things that felt dangerously close to something deeper. And somehow, despite the rules… Rolex was sure The person on the other side was a girl. There was something in the way she spoke. The way she expressed

She saved all of these into a separate folder, which she made herself cum to often. After the stranger had ended the skype call, Ali laid on her back, panting, her creamy pussy leaking down her, but she wasn't satisfied yet. It had been nearly a month since she had sex, and Ali was craving it like a smoker trying to quit. She began searching online for other chat rooms that she hadn't tried yet when she came across one... BBCchat. Oh fuck. Ali had always had a fascination for black cock, although she was yet to experience one. She immediately went onto the chat and signed up, using "Ali Cat" as her username.

I drank my hot chocolate together with Patty who was watching some dog videos with Sheena on her phone. I grab my phone from the cabinet and browse on my f******k account trying to catch up some gossips. I might have been infected by the gossiper's virus call ' gossip '. I end up scrolling to the f******k videos and watch some clips of funny and other video genre. "Let's eat," Patty said. I wasn't able to notice that she already prepared and my ears already hear laughs from my mouth. "You seem to enjoy." Patty stated. "Yeah, watching some funny clips." I answered and stroll to the table and shifting my seat, facing Patty.

I pull up the chat stream, take a deep breath, and log in as the clock ticks midnight. My heart is pounding as I turn on the webcam with a coy smile. I absently comb my fingers through my hair as I watch the chat members arrive one by one. They log in, drop a little tip and a greeting, and I respond with the usual flirtations. For a few minutes, it’s just the usual suspects and me. My hope is sinking. Maybe last night was just a fluke. But then I hear another notification and my eyes light up with joy. Deep Pockets has logged in. Tonight, he wastes no time. He drops a hundred dollars and sends a message.

Quickly doing a victory jump, I scrolled through his messages. There weren't many messages. It was very evident that most of the chats were deleted on purpose. The most recent chat caught my attention. It said "Tonight?" And Daniel has replied back "yes"

' Cecelia sent a celebratory emoji. 'Cece, can we really freeload here?' Lillian asked curiously. 'Of course! The sucker already paid the deposit.' 'Cece, you're amazing!' 'I love this group name.' 'Wow, we should've met sooner.' Isabel texted and followed with a "wish we'd known each other earlier" GIF. 'From now on, we'll be one big happy family!' Leonard chimed in as well. I stared at those glaring lines of text, forcing down the nausea churning in my stomach, and quickly pulled out my phone to record the entire chat history.

The most they did was exchange greetings. She pulled out her phone and tapped on a WhatsApp chat with her roommates. It was quiet in the group chat. Paige scrolled through the chat history and found the last message to be delivered the previous morning. They had dinner last night. After dinner, Paige and Chris left for home while her roommates went with Tanya. There had not been any new messages since. Did something happen to her roommates? The girls would typically chat and gossip in their group chat daily. Paige was worried.

I had used an anonymous account to send the videos and photos I took last night to Charles and Michelle’s company group chats, as well as their university alumni groups. I had even come up with a catchy title that said, [Breaking News! Company XYZ Executive and His Childhood Friend’s Midnight Streak!] The chat groups were in an absolute frenzy. [Oh my! Is that Charles Carter? And is that woman Michelle Gail?] [No way! Michelle always seemed so proper. Who knew she partied this hard in private?] [This is an absolute assault on my eyes! There’s being casual, and then there’s... whatever this is!] [@All, check this out. This drama is the real deal!]

When I stepped out of the bathroom, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, lifted the covers, and slipped into bed. I was just about to open my prenatal music app when I noticed the family group chat, “Only Spoil Scarlett,” had over 99 unread messages. Seriously? So late and everyone’s still chatting like crazy? Curious, I tapped into the chat. Eleanor: (Video) Eleanor: (Video) Eleanor: (Video) Scrolling down, it was just rows of 15-second clips... all posted by Eleanor. I clicked one, and my brows instantly furrowed.