"Damn and shit. How did she do it? This wrapping paper's too thin." I realise far too late that I should have asked her. But how can you ask your lover how she made her paper knickers when your mouth is full of perfumed pussy? I urged myself to calm down and quiet down too or I'd wake him before I'd wrapped his present. The poor love had no idea; he's search...
My branch should explain things as they become relevant, so those wanting to jump right into reading a story can skip this and pick the option ending in "(main timeline, present, trunk)". To note there aren't going to be any time travel shenanigans. The first is to be a point of reference for branches that share a lot of lore. The second just to de...
“Great! I’ll pick you up Friday, then, seven o’clock. And dress sexy…remember, the whole point of this is to blow his socks off. I want this to be the best Christmas present ever!” Tracy grinned as she said goodbye to her best friend and hung up the phone. Only a few more arrangements to make, and all the elements of her plan for the perfect Christmas presen...
Scott climbed the steep stairway to Midway General Hospital with an uneasy gait that betrayed his inner turmoil. He had promised his lovely wife Laura a Christmas present today, but had come up empty handed. Six months earlier, Laura had been diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer. Despite massive chemotherapy and a radical mastectomy, the cancer had spread to...
Authors note: This is my first story on CHYOA and will be writing each of the chapters myself. If there’s a particular option/choice you would like to see on any of the chapters please comment. If I like the suggestion I’ll be happy to add it! You could barely sleep last night, the thoughts of finally turning twenty-one had made it nearly impossible. The tho...
Spring passed into summer, and summer into early fall. John and I became inseparable. We enjoyed each other's company, both in the bedroom and out of it. We found ourselves spending so much time together that, when his lease came due in early August, he moved in with me. Gail and Mark, my friends who had been at Tyler's pig roast where John and I had met, an...
Well, thanks. But that is exactly what I felt last Christmas, 2014, when my well-intentioned Christmas spirit—or, well, at least my conscientious plan—veered into farce. Not that I didn't enjoy it, at least in the end... Well, that comes out in the story. I want to say, first off, that this is true. It took place on Christmas Eve in a nice suburban town out...
Waking up late Christmas morning, I tried to figure out if last night was an incredible dream or real. I heard Ann was in the shower cleaning up and noticed there was a note on the pillow next to me. "Sorry I couldn't be here this morning, family obligations. I wanted to tell you thanks for last night, you were wonderful. Merry Christmas! – Alison." Wow! I...
Happy Holidays! Thanks for reading. My wife and I, who collaborate to write these stories, are not Winn and Will. They are not real people. While real headlines and events may be referenced for setting, our stories depict FICTIONAL events and people, and ALL characters involved in sexual situations are consenting adults. --- It was dark in the bedroom exce...
Let me start by saying in my early years I didn't have much experience with girls and my first experiences I had were with guys. I had a great friend Brian who was my first and had a few guys after that. I had only one girlfriend before I turned 21 and had a few before I met my wife Allison when I was 25 and she 20 it was then I fell in love with her and we...