Random Scenes Novels & Stories

“Samuel, who’s inside the fucking room?” “No one...” Scott replied. Then, he added, “I watch porn!” “Dude,” Scott amused. “Would it be possible to watch it together? “Fuck off!” Samuel said with irritation and I heard footsteps disappear after a moment. There would be no one to save me. *********

Jim says, his hands intertwined with mine. As the car navigates the scenic route, our dialogue becomes a commentary on the unfolding landscape. I marvel at the lush greenery and the play of sunlight through the leaves. "Look at how the sunlight filters through the trees. It's magical." I say, taking in the view before me. "Nature has its way of creating beauty. We're lucky to witness it." Jim smiles Our dialogue continues, a blend of admiration for the surroundings and shared excitement for what awaits us at the scenic viewpoint. The car ride becomes an extension of our conversation, a journey that mirrors the journey of discovery we've undertaken together.

The booth to the right and the left were unoccupied, but the light from our screen illuminated the shapes of chairs in the other booths. On the screen two men and a woman were having sex. The woman, on her knees was alternating sucking each of the guys while she played with her own breasts. Sandy switched the channel. “I just love channel surfing,” The first picture was replaced by a couple watching a man and a woman make love.

The instructions were vague yet the implications were stark. ╒══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╕ Truth or Dare STUDENT 13 - RUBY FRIDAYS Dare to do the Dare: "Want a scene you won't ever forget? Walk down the trails of the old carousel, And take a picture of the only disturbing scene you'll find there." ╘══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╛

Intro: Two young couples go into the woods for camping, read as they get down dirty in the deep dark woods; Bianca P.O.V. A loud thump echoed beside her, and the ground she was on shuddered from the force of the impact. She jumped, whirling around as she strained to see through the impenetrable darkness. The touchlight had slipped from her hand, and she felt a little bit scared ... There was a loud scrambling, she scurried backwards. Heavy, raspy breathing bounced off the stone rock she had rested on to catch her breath, and then a crash, as if something had run right into a wall.

On the bank of the beautiful, colorful river, bathed in moonlight, kneels a naked Nufira, actively working her mouth on Kays’ cock with enthusiastic smacking noises. For a second, I even think it might be some hallucination in my head, and I forcefully close my eyes. But when I open them, the scene remains the same.

Maxine asked once again. "You're quite annoying. Too much coffee this morning, eh?" Jazz faded her smirk into a poker face. She walked around Maxine, inspecting her from head to toe. "My questions.. aren't they supposed to be answered?" Maxine calmly asked. Jazz stop walking in front of her. Jazz's head turned suddenly on her and stared her in the eyes. A smirk flashed on her lips again. So it formed gestures in the air that seemed to form a ball until she threw it upwards. After what the lady did, the appearance of the surroundings suddenly changed. They seem to have moved to a strange desert because it has trees that are tall and healthy. The wind was strong and the fine sand gradually tur

“Let’s try another one.” It felt as if she was gliding as the soft echo of her heels drowned in the music and the blood rushing in her veins. They moved to a different frame and this one unlike the others wasn’t vague. It was a clear mosaic of yet another sex scene. The outlines of a male figure on his knees between the legs of a female figure sprawled out on a crimson chaise were done in a dizzy splash of colored glass. “This one is quite clear.” Her voice was low and soft. She tremble slightly as every nerve of her body became aware of his warm hard body behind her.

Nothing else. Scott parked near the stairwell, cut the engine, and remained silent. Freeda reached for the handle, fingers curling around the metal. “If you say my name, I move,” Scott said. “And if I don’t?” “Then I stay in the car and hate every second.” Almost softened her. Almost. She stepped out without answering. The air hit her face like a shock, sharp and indifferent. Randy was already there, leaning against a concrete pillar. No flowers. No violin. No ring box fanning the air with empty possibility. Just him, polished and calculated, his jacket folded over one arm. Clean and dangerous.

A massive dirt clearing surrounded by a circle of pine trunks, holding thick netted fencing, fight club chic but make it rustic. Quirky without a doubt, but the setting is not the problem. Leo and River are in the middle of the ring bare knuckle sparring. Both topless. Both sweaty. Both wearing gray fucking sweatpants. I don’t remember giving my legs permission, but they stagger forward anyway, trying to offer me up as tribute. My brain’s screaming to look away, my eyes tell my brain to get fucked.