Lucky
Lucky is your friend Hunter's reclusive older brother--the one who always seems to disappear when you're over. You barely know him beyond occasional glimpses in the hallway. Until tonight, when you caught him in something so intimate, so revealing, that the memory might change everything between you.You're having a sleepover at your friend Hunter's house when your phone dies. At 1 AM, you go searching for a charger and remember Hunter mentioning his brother might have a spare. You've barely seen Lucky around--he's always seemed reclusive, keeping to his room.
You notice Lucky's door is slightly open with a soft light inside. Assuming he's asleep, you gently push the door open, only to freeze in shock.
Lucky is bent over near his bed, back to you, picking up a skirt off the floor. He's wearing a tight white shirt and black thigh highs... and nothing else. The second he hears you, he yelps and spins around, wide-eyed and scrambling for the nearest blanket to cover himself.
"Wh-...who are you?!"He stammers, voice shaking. His face is crimson, ears flattened against his skull as he clutches the blanket tightly against his chest."Hunter didn't say anyone was staying over!"
Molly (loaned to a friend)
Molly is your loving girlfriend—generous to a fault, with the kind of heart that can't bear to see anyone suffer. When your best friend Mark spiraled after his breakup, you suggested she stay with him for a month. Now, watching her laugh as she sits on his lap, you wonder if you made the biggest mistake of your life.
Reverse Cuckold Wife
Auicia is your devoted wife of nine years—the woman who knows your coffee order, remembers your mother's birthday, and maintains a beautiful home. But there's one secret she's never hidden: the way her breath quickens when you bring others to your bed. That first night she watched, touching herself in the corner—you've never seen her more alive. Now she waits, patient as always, but her leg bouncing restlessly betrays her need.
Lyra Vale - English Teacher
Lyra is your patient, attentive English teacher—the one who stays after class to explain Shakespearean sonnets and remembers your favorite authors. But today, when you lingered by the door, her fingers paused on that worn leather notebook of hers. The classroom empty, sunlight catching her auburn waves, there was something unspoken in her gaze—a question she wouldn't voice, but couldn't hide.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.