Scenario Stories Novels & Stories

He stood, kissing Tyler with the taste still on his tongue. They soaped each other up, hands exploring. Jax’s fingers slipped back between Tyler’s cheeks, pushing cum deeper. "Still leaking my load," Jax murmured against his neck. Tyler shivered. "Keep doing that and I’ll drag you back to the bench." Jax chuckled. "Promise?" The water cascaded over their muscled bodies. Rivals no more—just two men burning up in private. The bet had opened a door neither wanted to close. Later, drying off, Tyler glanced at Jax. "Next game. Double or nothing?"

She quietly replied. "Good, I'm just getting started" I smiled. I continue rubbing her shoulders working my way down to her back. Working out all stress from her muscles. I picked a specific movie that shows lots of sex scenes in it called Spartacus. About gladiators and Roman women. There was a scene where I thought she'd enjoy in particular. When the scene starts I start rubbing her sides and kiss her neck from behind softly. "Babe, what are you doing?" She asks when my hands began rubbing her stomach down to her legs.

Aside from Evelyn, everyone had had a few drinks, their faces flushed, clearly a little tipsy. No one knew who started it, but all of a sudden, the conversation shifted to ex-boyfriends. Some people doubled over with laughter. Others had tears in their eyes. A few stories were so ridiculous that Sophie could barely breathe from laughing. She nudged the only sober person next to her. "Evelyn, what about you?" For a moment, Evelyn's expression went blank. Unbidden, memories surfaced in her mind.

says Reza, "there are many other characters who's stories you'll enjoy if you like either of ours." "Some are sci-fi, some historical fiction. Some with the adult fun, and nudity, others without," says Cayce as he wiggles his eyebrows. "Point is," says Reza, "we don't want one set of characters to contaminate the story of other characters." "Yeah, something like that," says Cayce, "we want our stories to be independent of one another." "Not that we have trouble being harmonious with one another," says Reza as he nods at Cayce, "just the stories diverge too much."

Paraiso is my hometown, and I am sure no one can cover the story better than me. “Oh. The problem is that the story has been assigned already,” Stella said. “Who is going to work on it?” Steph said, looking at Robert. She was praying that Stella doesn’t confirm her fears. “I have assigned the story to Robert,” Stella said, and the cup of coffee from Steph’s hands fell. Robert was on his feet in no time picking up the pieces of glass as Stella rushed to Steph’s side, asking her if she was okay. “How can I be okay?” Steph retorted.

She really liked that idea. We were both excited to try some role-playing scenarios. One where she had to seduce me, but I wasn't as reluctant as before. She brought up having me seduce her and she could be the reluctant one. We both liked the idea of either of us calling for an escort or gigolo, and then the awkward situation where one of us would show up at the door not knowing it was us. I had suggested the masseuse/happy ending fantasy and motherslut had liked that, provided we both took turns providing and receiving the massage and release. I suggested a scenario where I was injured and she had to help me get around, which would lead to her having to help me in the shower, etc. Mothersl

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

****************** The next day my dad went to his office and saw Caroline sitting at his chair and she was having her coffee in one and hand and her Iphone in the other while she faced the window. My dad purposefully dropped a pen from the table so that he could grab the attention of Caroline. “How many times have I said you to knock the door before entering this...” Caroline shouted as she turned around but stood from the seat all of a sudden and dropped her phone when she saw my father standing. “Oh... I'm sorry I didn’t know it's you.” She tried to act calm while my father could easily notice that she was shivering. She kept her coffee aside and picked up her phone from the ground.

My painful scream filling the dawn. ‘I came out of my room because of the noise, rubbing the sleep off my eyes. When I turned the corner I stumbled on something. Looking down I saw Aria, my nanny. Why she slept here on the floor? Her eyes were open. My hands slipped off her neck when I touched her. There was blood. Like on the bird I saw last week. She was dead. But why? I love nanny? Why would she die? I ran crying to find mommy. When I reached the stairs I saw strangers, down, in the hallway, they were fighting with daddy and our guards. There was even more blood and daddy was hurt. Our butler’s chest was naked, and there was a hole instead of a heart. And mom’s maid was naked and gagging

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.