Interactive Story - Career Change
Choice 1
by The Traveling Master
This is one of my Interactive stories. It was written with the help of a very creative reader and it ended up being much more than it started out to be thanks to her incredible choices and our discussions. After determining what they would like to read about, I wrote part of the text before sending them multiple choices for the main character. Once they chose, I continued the story according to their choice. Up until another choice was required... I left the choices they had in the text so you could picture what you might have chosen. Each chapter represents a choice and you'll have to read the next chapter to know what the reader finally chose.
Delicious... Torturous... Pressure...
Some days I wonder what possessed me to pursue my career as an architect. The constant demands, project rejections, business bombs and competitive colleagues puts enormous stress on me every single day. If I’m being honest, I knew how hard it was going to be and I was ready for it. I welcomed the challenge in order to pursue the career I loved.
The pressure was something I expected and it often served to push me to perform better, but some days... I just want to escape all of it. Some days, I just need to unwind and forget that I have deadlines and budgets.
Some days, I need to get away and live dangerously. Be wild...
I don’t do it often, but from time to time I indulge that need by going out for drinks. Alone. I get all dolled up and try to remember how it felt to be a wild college student again. To have men lust after me for my wilds and personality instead of men being attracted by my success.
Some days, I just want to be a woman and see where the night can lead me.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the masculine attention my success and talents afford me. Knowing that my mind is what lures them to me is very empowering and certainly more than a little flattering.
But some days... I just want to be the sexy woman at the bar that men can’t resist to come buy drinks for.
And that’s exactly what I was doing with my night off. I put on this tight red little cocktail dress that did a good job of showing off my modest curves and went to one of my favorite bars for a few drinks. I didn’t ALWAYS find myself a gentleman caller to entertain and satisfy my urge for wild adventure, but my odds were always pretty good.
Even if I wasn’t the prettiest single girl at the bar, if you keep an open mind and your eyes are clearly on the hunt, men will usually understand how receptive you are and come chat with you. After 2 drinks, I certainly had the mindset required to properly express the open invitation I was trying to broadcast.
To my delight, a handsome man eventually approached me and paid for my drink. He was tall and had a certain ease in the way he held himself that screamed of confidence. He was well dressed, which told be he wasn’t some bum that found his way in the bar. His frame told me that underneath his well tailored exterior, he was probably hiding a well toned body. I took in his gruff smile and liked the fact that he had a light trim beard to go with his square jawline.
To top it all off, he was extremely charming.
He told me his name was Robert and I marveled at his incredible comfort level as we spoke and exchanged stories about ourselves. To his credit, he didn’t ask once what I did for a living and was more curious to know the things I enjoyed doing with my free time.
He told me he was a real patron of the arts and dabbled whenever he could by drawing up sketches and even putting some of his work on canvas. Which immediately interested me because part of the reason I loved being an architect was that I loved to convert the things I dreamed up to paper.
I would never call myself a proper artist, but my natural talent and ease to be able to draw the things I saw in my head was the main reason I had been so successful. If I could picture it in my mind, I could make everyone see it.
Our creative sides seemed to mesh so well together that our conversation soon moved from the bar to a private booth. I was so happy to have found a man to distract me from my work. Especially one that understood so well the things I loved about art.
The drinks kept coming and our bodies became gradually more at ease with one another. We both seemed to use every little excuse to inch our way closer to the other. Before I knew it, his hand was gently pushing a lock of hair out of my eyes, tucking it sweetly behind my ear.
He let it linger near my cheek and his soft touch only made me want to inch myself closer...
We continued to talk as our faces moved closer and closer. His eyes were so intensely curious and sparkling as our lips almost touched while we talked...
And then we weren’t talking anymore. There was no need...
We both understood each other so well that our bodies decided to take over our conversation. The bar faded away deliciously as his lips tasted my own with exquisite softness...
His hands politely explored my thighs as my hand caressed his prickly jaw. He tasted so incredible... I wasn’t sure if it was the drinks or my own lust, but I felt like I couldn’t get enough of his lips as our bodies got even closer.
I could FEEL his lust for me as our kiss gradually grew more passionate while our hands got more comfortable.
My mind was swimming in erotic wild delight as words were whispered about how we wanted to extend our night. Somehow, a cab was hailed and our make out session grew bolder in the back seat.
My hands finally explored lower and felt how hard he was for me. He let the briefest moan escape his lips as my hand slowly caressed his bulge. My own moan answered him when his hand massaged its way to my right breast.
God I was so ready to get to his place...
The erotic passion that inhabited us made me giddy. Lustful... It was everything I wished for when I decided to dress up to the nines and go out for drinks. I floated on an erotic cloud as my heart pounded while our hands kept promising us ever more pleasure.
If we could only reach his place...
My lust finally ebbed a little when we had to stop our wild explorations. He exchanged a few words with the cab driver and got his wallet out to pay. I sighed with delight as I got my heartbeat under a modicum of control. I looked through the windows and suddenly knew why it had taken so long.
It seemed he lived in the suburbs.
We got out of the cab and we kissed again on the sidewalk. It ignited my passions again before we both laughed and agreed that we had better get inside before we made a spectacle of ourselves.
I followed him in and couldn’t help but admire his quaint little house. It wasn’t a mansion, but it was certainly a wonderful home with a large front yard. We kissed again on the front porch as he tried to get his house keys to fit in the lock.
I was tempted to fully distract him even further, but I knew better. Besides, he managed to break free of my lips long enough to unlock the door.
We got in and he officially welcomed me in his home, which I was glad to see mirrored the man it belonged to. The decorations and furniture choices were tasteful and spotless.
My attention didn’t waver for too long because he extended his hand to me. The gesture was a clear invitation and my heart resumed its pounding melody as I bit my lower lip seductively.
What to do next?
Choice 1
A - She places her hand in his and doesn’t say a word. She feels curious about where he would lead her and let’s the moment evolve. He pulls her to him and their bodies mold themselves like interlocking puzzle pieces. The passion ignites in them as they leave a trail of clothes that lead them to the bedroom.
B - She places her hand in his while eyeing the sofa in the room next to them. She asks him if it’s as comfy as it looks and they move to the living room. They kiss as the passion ignites in them while their hands explore and remove their clothes. She decides to take the lead and pushes him so he sits on the sofa before straddling him. Feeling his length as they continue to make out before his cock eventually finds it way inside her.
C - She places her hand in his while eyeing the sofa in the room next to them. She asks him if it’s as comfy as it looks and they move to the living room. They kiss as the passion ignites in them while their hands explore and remove their clothes. She decides to take the lead and pushes him so he sits on the sofa before bending over to kiss him again. Her modest breast sway invitingly in front of him before she starts to kiss her way down his impressive chest. She decides to get to know his tool a little better with her lips before she decides to straddle him.
D - She places her hand in his and pulls herself to him. Their bodies crash together and mold themselves like puzzle pieces as they make out in the hallway. She manages to breath out how good he makes her feel and how much she wants him. They move around, still making out, while their clothes lay forgotten on the floor. They find themselves in his kitchen as he grunts that she hasn’t really felt good yet. With a gasp, he lifts her up so she sits on his kitchen counter before kissing his way down her chest, finally burying his face in her intimate folds.