The Games A Private Novel Novels & Stories

I extended my brain’s rain check, pulled the hardest throw pillow we had under my belly and parked my cock between it and the mattress, my eyes nailed to my phone. I never expected it to be arousing, but it was. I watched what I was doing, and at the same time, I felt what I was seeing. I gave in to this new private little game, watching and feeling myself play it. Still not fully awake, I didn’t even bother to come in my fist, too comfy with my arms around my pillow, where I sank my face for that blessed blinding moment of absolute oblivion.

The glass was cold against my elbow, but I refused to move. The whole ride was silent. Even as he pulled up to the plane, no one talked. The private jet seemed almost cruel with its inviting light brown leather seats. The coolness bit at my skin. Only when the plane was in the air did Piercy talk. “Let’s play a game.” I wasn’t sure what I expected, but that wasn’t it. “A game?” “Just Jinga.” Piercy smiled at me. “Please?” “Fine.” Turning towards him, he pulled out a box with Adult Sexual Jinga across it. “Ummm, excuse me?”

"Why can you be like that with her, but not with me?" The wind, cold and biting, slipped through the window and swept between us. I suddenly thought back to an incident that happened during the five years I spent with Jessica. After we argued again over something trivial, she had stormed out, slamming the door behind her. The pieces of the broken plate on the floor of the apartment glistened in the afternoon sun, casting harsh reflections that seemed to strike at my heart. I bent down and pulled out a book I had once given her, the one she used to prop up the wonky table leg—The Myth of Sisyphus.

she exclaimed and sighed in frustration. “We need to teach you how to walk properly with the heels ma'am” another of the workers said and though Jenna wanted to refuse due to her dislike for feminine wears but she needed she had no choice than to agree. “Fine” she rolled her eyes, slipping Alessia's picture into her bag. ~~~~ A BAR… Could anything be more bothersome than the guilt of eliminating one's life? Bryan couldn't bear the guilt and the worry of having a corpse at home!.. “What if her mother goes to her house, she's familiar with her daughter's pass code remember?” Stephen, his best friend asked.

For a split second, I thought he wasn't going to reply. " Hi." He said and focused on the book. Okay, at least we're making progress. " Um... What are you reading?" I asked. " A book?" " I... I know it's a book. Like, what's the title?" " THE GAME by Anjay" " Oh that...I've read that. It's a really good book." " Yeah... Don't tell me about it. I don't want spoilers." He said. " I wasn't planning to." I said, then kept quiet.

Lisa won the next game, Julia losing so she gifted her sister slave with another orgasm. Thank the heavens, I won the next game, Lucia losing. She finished off what Lisa started and I sent another slug of cum into her throat. We only had time for one more game when she was done and Julia was leading by an orgasm. The play of the last game was spirited, everyone playing hard. Both Julia and Lucia had one domino left before anyone else and it would depend on chance. If Julia won, she had it. If Lucia won, it would end tied. No one had discussed what would happen if it ended tied. I had to admit it would be nice to slip my cock into some strange cunt, so I was kind of rooting for Julia, as long

Book 1: Their Kinky games *Amber* "Well darling, tell me, is there anyone special in your life right now ?". Matt looked up at her as she was pacing his living-room. Amber had never really been good at sitting still for long, she always needed to move... to do things. She snorted at him with disdain, rolling her green eyes. "Really Matt ? You know there isn't, has there ever been anyone special in my life ?" "Maybe it's time then, to settle down, to become conventional and all that. But okay let me rephrase it then, are you fucking anyone regularly at the moment then ?" He said grinning.

* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice. I finally understood the essence of this game. Play the White Moonlight? Die. Play the Maid? Die. Play the Family? Die. As long as you are "human," as long as you approach him with a goal, you are a dead end. Because in his eyes, "human" is synonymous with betrayal. I want to win. So I can't be human. "System," I gripped the hourglass tightly. "I don't want a physical body." [Player Halen, your request violates the rules.]

" … I woke up in a massive, two-thousand-square-foot bedroom. The moment I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a gold-gilded ceiling, accompanied by a fragrance that filled the air. "You're awake." Cleo Parker set down the handgun she was cleaning, wiped her hands, and walked over to the edge of the bed. Those curved, almond-shaped eyes of hers were incredibly charming, yet undeniably dangerous. I instinctively pulled the blanket tighter around myself. "Who exactly are you?" "The Parkers of Alderney. Who do you think I am?"

I have read a lot of novels where highschool student trys to play a game at a party but disaster always happen after that. I won't be a part of this game, i rather watch and entertain myself. I saw Kelly smiling already... "Is it truth or dare?" Kelly asked the girl "No! Is a new game...is called paper spreading...we use to play the game a lot in my former school. Don't worry; it will be fun." She said and smiled "Then let's play the game, the guy i saw her kissing earlier spoke. " who is in? She asked...don't worry about the rules and how the game is being done; I will explain everything. " she added