Visual Novel Bedroom Novels & Stories

Zen wondered if he could do anything he wished in here before exploring this game. Similar to the basic room in the academy, the virtual home lobby had a bed, a wardrobe for changing his avatar’s outfits, a functional bathroom, a desk with writing supplies and a window that showed a lovely scenery that he could change. Zen took time to play and admire how well developed the game was. Even the duvet felt comfortable enough to sleep in! It was a shame sleeping in a VR is impossible.

I glanced at the room around me. Nathan's bedroom was large. Large enough to accommodate a king-sized bed and still be so spacious, they could host a high school party. The walls were gray contrasting highly with the blackboard of the bed and its matching black duvet. White blankets peeked out from beneath the duvet, soft and sinuous. I could see us in my mind's eye tangled up beneath the thick fabric, breathing heavily against each other... "Fuuuuccck," I drawled out feeling my nipples poke through my damn shirt. The idiot had succeeded in turning me into a nympho.

I asked, my voice composed and professional. “Of course, yes. You should take a look at the frame in my bedroom.” After saying that, she took the lead into another magnificent room. Nothing was a joke in here. Even the bed itself– large enough to accommodate three kings and their wives in one night of passion, and tasteful enough to late for work, stood beside the door. My eyes lost in beauty, the young babe bent and pulled her drawer before pulling a picture for me to examine. To my surprise, it was a 12 inch (30.48 cm), coarse and curved dildo!

The soft morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains of Vincent's bedroom, casting a warm glow over the rumpled sheets. It was Sunday and Vincent stirred first, his body heavy with the satisfaction of the previous night's indulgences. He turned his head, eyes settling on Katherine beside him, her back to him as she slept deeply, completely naked.

His bedroom was at the end of the hallway, always neat and masculine, with dark wood furniture and the faint scent of his expensive cologne. I knocked once. No answer. I tried again. Still nothing. I turned the handle, and the door opened. He wasn’t there. The room was dim, curtains partially drawn. His laptop sat open on the large king-sized bed, the screen glowing softly. I hesitated for a long moment, feeling like I was crossing some invisible line, but the deadline was ticking. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, my short denim skirt riding up my thighs slightly. The video player was open and paused. The frame showed a naked woman on all fours on what looked like a studio couch

I want it so bad and I can't wait for it to be slapped and filled and sucked and nibbled on. I want tonight to be about me. I am looking at the beauty magazines on the table and I am lost in a photo that had a model posing in a room full of roses of different colours and I was looking at the arrangements when Xena returns. “Sera, we have your room ready," he says and I smile and follow him as he indicates. I am taken to a room that is about fifteen square metres and has all the amenities one can think of. It has a king sized bed, a television set, a table full of BDSM tools at one corner and a door that leads to the washrooms.

PROLOGUE I walk into the pitch-dark room, reaching for the switch to turn on the lights. My fingers couldn't touch the switch. Like the switch isn't there. But the room is familiar. It is my bedroom with Vishal. The room where we have a thousand sex, say the most cheesy love lines to each other, fight and cry, console and kiss away each other's pain. A smile formed on my face as I spotted a bouquet of roses on the bed. I shut the door and walk to the bed. The bouquet has a note on it and I pick it up to read.

He looks at me like he already owns the ending. I haven’t been inside his bedroom before, and I don’t particularly want to be going in there right now. I should have had a lot more champagne. It would be better to be unconscious for what comes next. The bedroom is obscene in its size. Vaulted ceiling, polished stone, a bed so wide it could hold an army. I can picture him thrashing around on it, surrounded by six naked women. Cashmere throws and silk sheets shimmer like an altar waiting for a sacrifice.

“They know they don’t have enough power for that. Dragons could be the right hand to Viktor though. Taking anything they like from this world.” “Why are people so annoying?” I huffed as we enter his bedroom. It was much darker than mine, with black satin sheets and light grey walls. “Definitely a vampire.” I commented looking around. “Do you not like my room?” He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him, my favorite place. “I do, just not as my room.” I smiled to him. “No flowers or bright yellow crap.” “I might be able to handle that, but no black. Who has black in their bedroom.”

Vanessa smiled widely at me, as she answered, "Of course, honey. I'd love that. Come in." She then turned her back as I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. As she walked to the bed, she suddenly pulled her chemise over her head and casually dropped it on the floor, before crawling into bed. She swayed her hips erotically as she crawled and gave me a perfect view of her smooth pussy and puckered asshole. As she lay down and placed her head on her pillow, she looked at me with a heated gaze and slowly traced a finger around her hard nipple, as she sultrily said, "I hope you don't mind, though, I sleep in the nude."