Tryst Tyler Novels & Stories

Rhett The familiar scent of pine and earthy dampness greets me as I cross into Forest Trails territory. Home. Though that word feels hollow now, more obligation than comfort. Like everything else in my life lately, it’s complicated by duty and expectations I never asked for. Tracy will be waiting at the clubhouse, neutral territory for what promises to be anything but a neutral conversation. We agreed to meet here rather than the dungeon where we usually play. This isn't about scene negotiation or pleasure; this is about ending something that should have been simple but never really was.

🎶Gotta make me feel some typa way🎶 🎶I can make you feel some typa way🎶 🎶Buss a little twist, girl whine your waist🎶 🎶Omo you dey fine, no ramp or play🎶 🎶Know that your jus my type🎶 🎶Why you got me feelin' some typa way🎶 🎶Know that your jus my type, yea🎶 🎶Why you get me feelin some typa way🎶 🎶Know that your jus my type ay ay🎶 🎶Why you got me felling some typa way🎶 🎶Know that your feelin some typa way🎶 🎶Know you got me feeling some typa way🎶 Trina sang steadily at ease and for the first time in my life I saw Trey look at a girl with so much admiration

The soft touch of her skin, the softness of her breasts against my chest, the flowery smell from her perfume and I missed how her hair tickled my beard when she was pressed against me. I tried to breathe through the panic that was building up inside of me. Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you But ain't nobody love you like I do Promise that I will not take it personal, baby If you're moving on with someone new 'Cause baby you look happier, you do My friends told me one day I'll feel it too And until then I'll smile to hide the truth But I know I was happier with you'

Tyler was not something to fear. "Beautiful." Another familiar voice, "Wonderful to see you again." Tristan emerged from the brush, his light hair catching every ounce of moonlight. 'Lola.' Breyona murmured, 'Focus.' I painted an image in my mind, showing Breyona and Mason what was happening. A low growl rang out in my head as Mason caught sight of Tyler. 'Any minute now.' Maya murmured, 'Tristan is gonna try to get into your head.' "You know why I'm here." I straightened my spine, and fought to keep my voice even and clear. "Tell me what I need to know."

Tristan ran out there while the dorm was still shaking and he grabbed a blanket off of my bed and he started stamping out the fire. I then heard the front door open and Tyler came running inside. He saw me standing in the middle of the room and he stood in the doorway trying not to fall over while the building was shaking. “What the hell happened?” Tyler asked. “Alpha Ross has done something really bad to piss her off.” Tristan said. And Tyler managed to come close enough to grab a hold of me and he pulled me towards him. “Tyler. Are you crazy? She could hurt you.” Tristan yelled. “She won’t hurt me. Or you.” Tyler insisted. “Sadie. Come back to me baby. You need to stop this and come back t

“What do we do if you don’t come back?” “I will find my way back to you both,” I promise. “I have my ways.” Leaning down, I kiss Faye, then turn and kiss Arthur. Our foreheads touch, creating a triangle. I place a hand on each of their cheeks and murmur. “Trust me. No matter what you hear or see, wait for me.” Tears start to form in the corner of Faye’s eyes. It breaks me to see her so sad so soon. She has lost her best friend. Now I am leaving her too.

If anyone is lucky, it's me. Ty was the one who was able to break down my walls and got me out of my moody bitterness. I've never been this happy and smiled as much as I have since I met Tyler. "I know Hope is not the best mate I guy could have, but it's who our goddess gave me, and I will stay faithful to her for as long as I can," he says, making me scuff. "Good luck with that. But don't come to me when she rejects you after she's done playing with you, Wes. You deserve better, and you know it." I say, turning and leaving him in his cell.

“Tylor… '' her voice trembled. He was staring at her as though she was a stranger. No, he was staring at her like he was trying to mask what he was feeling, as though there was someone making him do what he's doing. She gulped and walked closer to him; “Don't… don't come any further. '' his voice trembled as he spoke, making Tristin stop on her spot. “Ty… what's wrong? You can talk to me… please…” Tylor’s heartbeat raced. He saw her when she came, he didn't know if he could be able to pull it through but he couldn't risk flopping and most importantly now. Her father would be very alert now since he knew she was coming to see him, he was sure he had people watching them, so he had to act the

I quickly returned to my daydream. I pulled him closer and slipped my tongue into his mouth. I kissed him harder and he followed my lead. We were both panting by that point and he had moved his hand down to my ass and gave it a little slap. I moaned, and he deepened the kiss in response. “Freya!” Tyler yelled out. Tristan promptly pulled his head away from me and I apprehensively opened my eyes. Tristan was wide-eyed with shock and gawping back at me. He stepped back, looked me up and down from head to toe, then said,

Calisto stammered, his voice quivering like a harshly strummed guitar string. “Cal,” I said as placatingly as I could when the silence had stretched far longer than I could bear. One more second of the suffocating and eerie stillness would’ve left me shriveling in discomfort or, worse, breaking down. Even then, I mustered every bit of my composure and gentleness, projecting it in my frame and in my voice as if I wasn’t wracked with a maelstrom of a thousand emotions I couldn’t quite name and sort out. “Sweetheart…”