Visual Novel Bedroom Novels & Stories

A door clicks then closes and Draven stops in his steps, I lift my head up slowly and take out a breath when I found out find out we are in a room alone it was a guest room cuz it had a medium sized bed,a cupboard, a nightstand and some wallpapers . a picture form my nightmares surfaced in my head and I take in a deep breath trying to chase it away, the bedroom reminded me of cloe's bedroom from my nightmares my attention goes back to Draven who is watching me with worry but in the slightest second, the worried expression changes and his back with his emotionless gaze. it was then I realised I was still holding on to him and we're alone in a room and he's blocking the only exit. I Attempt st

I guess that's the reason the Zombie couples can't access the room. The white bedsheets with several pillows neatly made, flower vase on the left side with some novels on the small nightstand at the right. I tossed the couple picture outside through the window after staring at it, to be honest, the lady looks charming when she's young, I wondered if they had kids but right now, it doesn't matter.

The only feature of Valentina's bedroom is its simplicity; looking towards the bed, Nathan almost spits a sip of coffee in his mouth. Valentina slept, was unevenly shaped on the bed, with a piece of paper in her hand, half of her leg hung from the edge of the bed, her pajamas climbed, leaving visible some turned and slender legs, her long blonde hair concealed her face on the pillow. His body reacted. I hastily put out the light and closed the door, puzzled by this scene. I did not understand his body's reactions, and much less that big tent that had formed in his crotch.

The night everything exploded, I had just stepped out of the shower when Racheal entered my room without knocking-again. "Do you ever-" I started, then stopped. She was wearing one of my shirts. Only my shirt. And the top three buttons were undone. "You were saying?" she asked innocently. "Racheal..." She crossed the room slowly, like she owned the space. Like she owned me. "I can go back to the cold, uncomfortable guest room," she said softly, "or I can stay here, where I don't have nightmares." My jaw clenched. She touched my chest lightly, fingers tracing a slow line downward. "You choose."

I mustered as much dignity as I could and left the room. Escaping to my bedroom, I closed the door and flung myself onto my bed. Hot and frustrated by the image of a half-naked Fenis Grey. Biting my lip, my nipples hardened under my satin chemise. Gliding my hand over the curve of my breasts, I gently pinched my nipple between my fingers rolling it around as I gently squeezed. Arching my back, moaning, I traced my fingers down my stomach until I reached the waistband of my panties, lifting the band. My fingertips danced through the mound of pubic hair. Opening my legs, I slipped my finger inside me, rubbing my finger back and forth. I moaned in pleasure as I visualised Fenis, imagining the t

Vannia stepped into the master bedroom on trembling legs, the air thick with the scent of sex—sweat, musk, and her mother’s perfume. The door clicked shut behind her with finality. Marcus remained buried deep inside Lena, his cock glistening as he gave one slow, deliberate thrust that made Lena moan softly.

“I assume a royal suite offers ample mirrors to showcase your assets? Or the bedrooms typically have four poster beds...” My cheeks flame as tantalizing images take root—posing in the luxurious bedroom that I’ll be staying in, wearing lacy lingerie, peeking slyly over one shoulder… But I have to force the steamier thoughts away before they utterly distract me again. “You make a fair point. I guess I could send some pictures, but I fully expect some in return.” I run a deliberately provocative glance down his bare, muscular torso. “For those lonely nights away, of course.”

She often forgets to lock her bedroom door before she goes to sleep. He walked into the room, closed the door quietly, walked over and sat on the bed where Violet was sleeping. Lust and desire suddenly burning within him made his heart skip a beat at the sight of Violet's beautiful body. His sparkling devil eyes settled on her half-exposed breasts and onto her pink nipples, which were seen under the lace of her nightgown. He moved his gaze slowly down to her thighs as he breathed heavily. The skirt of her nightgown lifted to her hips. He swallowed his lust, seeing her pussy under her white panties.

Vivienne kissed his abs and slipped out of the room quietly. In the afternoons, while his father was at work, they used the master bedroom. The big bed felt soft under them. Vivienne loved riding him on it. She pushed Jasper onto his back and straddled his hips. She pinned his hands down above his head. Her big breasts swayed as she bounced on his cock. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down filled the room.

From the plush cream carpets to the lavender walls, the rich purple bedding and the swags of candlelight fabric that were draped over the canopy bed frame. This bedroom was a feminine fantasy. And I couldn’t help but wonder who the fantasy had been created for. The prince's mistresses? I could hardly imagine a man like him would be without female company for very long. Completely without permission my mind began to play a slideshow of what that might look like. I could see it clearly. Jordan’s hands gripping a woman’s rounded hips, his dark hands covering full breasts, kissing the white column of his lover’s throat. And when i saw strawberry blond hair fanned out over the pillow i blinked to