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It was Friday night, just before midnight, when Joe left his favorite bar. Like almost every Friday, he went there to have a few drinks and enjoy the music. And occasionally to pick up a woman who would then spend the night with him.
He is chasing me, the burly man with the dilated pupils, high on some drug cocktail, just like the rest of the crowd that’s turning the place into a naked fuck fest. I didn’t know what this was, I just wanted to go dancing tonight
She didn't remember how many hours had passed. The room was cool, the walls gray and bare. The only object in the room was a huge mirror that took up the entire wall and mercilessly threw back every glance.
I was standing in my kitchen, with two cups of tea. Robin was in my bed. She had been snoring away when I got in from work. I guess I woke her up. I can’t believe the unfairness of it. She’d been out once already to visit the bathroom, ignored me and went back to bed. She’d been wearing my best Akira T-shirt when she’d appeared. Bouncing around in it enticingly, I didn’t mind that of course, it’d smell of her now.
I took a deep sigh and dropped the duct tape on the last box, others would have closed their moving boxes with packing tape, but I didn’t trust that flimsy stuff. Duct tape on the other hand was a trusted tool, none of those boxes would suddenly pop open when I was carrying them to the moving van and into the new apartment 3000 miles away. For tonight, I was done and craved a beer.
Amy batted the sleep from her eyes and lazily slipped from the bed. The night before came by flashes of memory. Sucking, fucking. Cocks in her pussy, cocks in her ass. Streams of cum in her and on her.
Eleanor Price ist eine junge Studentin in einer schwierigen Lage, die sie ihr Studium kosten könnte. Sie sucht bei ihrem angesehenen Mathematikprofessor Anthony Robertson Hilfe. Sie hat jedoch keine Ahnung davon, wie besessen er von ihr ist. Er selbst kann sich nicht erklären, woher diese Besessenheit stammt, und fürchtet sich vor dem, was er möglicherweise tun würde, sollte er jemals mit ihr allein sein.
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This fantasy of wartime rape in 19th century is directly inspired from the 1955 movie entitled “The Last Command”. There is absolutely no pretense at any sort of historical accuracy other than the Mexicans overrun Fort Alamo and Davy...
Lena Jorgenson was utterly miserable. She was thirsty, dirty and sweaty, the sun had been fully on her head for the last 2 hours she was getting dizzy and saw bright spots before her eyes. The medical training she had received before embarking on her mission trip to Africa told her those was the early signs of beginning sunstroke. “Well that’s something I wouldn’t have to worry about home in Stockholm” the young blonde thought. For a moment she...
Max, better known as the Ghost, is the premier contractor in the world for abducting, breaking, and training high-value sex slaves. He was on top of the world... until he got a new contact, and the scope of the world expanded massively.
A proud lesbian queen is captured during a brutal conquest and subjected to relentless violation by her enemies — a harrowing tale of defiance, degradation, and shattered vows.
Dies ist die Fortsetzung der Geschichte „Die Mountainbikerin“.
Eine eigenständige Geschichte, zum besseren Verständnis sollte man aber diese Geschichte - falls nicht bereits geschehen - vielleicht vorher gelesen haben.
The office was dark except for the single desk lamp, a file folder lay on the desk and a man reached out for it. The label CDF-2020-CH/005 was the only distinguishing mark on the otherwise plain looking manila folder. The man in the shadows had read it multiple times but started to leave through it again. This was his operation, his sacred mission, and he would not fail.
As failure was not an option reviewing all available data and contingencies...
He felt guilty for what he was about to do. But what better way to drown out the feeling of guilt than to bury his dick in her untouched cunt? He might feel guilty now. But he will indulge himself in the pleasure of filling that tight little fun hole between her legs with his cum to his heart’s content. If guilt was the price of admission, then he would make sure that he wasn’t overcharged.
In the divided city of Zaun, a desperate thief’s quest for freedom leads her into the clutches of Piltover’s most determined enforcers, where survival means surrendering everything she once believed in. Takes place after the end of Netflix's Arcane.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the...
The owner of a sex club with a sideline in selling footage of what goes on - with appropriate release forms signed at the door - orchestrates the seduction and abuse of the shyest member of the latest gang of uptown girls who think it'll be a fun night out.
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Amending my Resume
I am not a nice man. I do mean and illegal things. And for that, I am a wanted man. I’ve stolen, sold drugs, beaten people up and stabbed more people in the back than I can count. Wanted in several countries, as well as by...
Warning: The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules. The aforesaid story is about rape fantasy. It is fiction. Its author does not condone rape or sexual abuse in any shape or form. All characters featured in this story are fictitious and all characters featured in any sexual depiction are...
His hands… were beautiful. For a man, his hands were outright lovely. They were clearly bigger than mine and could in no way be mistaken for a woman’s hands, but his palm was soft to the touch and his fingers long and slender. These weren’t hands meant to carry bricks or heavy furniture. They were meant for more sensual tasks. I’d imagine them gently playing a piano, leading a brush over a canvas or caressing a baby’s head. For a moment, I...
Jimmy was naked except for a Jordan Peterson mask similar in style to the Guy Fawkes mask that has become synonymous with the hacktivist collective Anonymous. Only his eyes weren’t covered by the mask. He stood in a woman’s bedroom. The bed was covered by a transparent veil, hiding and not hiding at the same time the body of a woman on the bed.
She was popular among her clients, offering more than just a bullet list of sexual services, a high-class experience. He gently pushed her auburn hair back behind her ears. Then he leaned in for a kiss. His hands wandered slowly from her hips to her butt. Neither sneaky and shy like an insecure schoolboy trying to cop a feel, nor greedy and unconstrained like a young man starving for sex. As a man with experience, he exuded a masculine...
I was considering posting this but I kept delaying and now RU has closed. Now I figure this good a opportunity to post. All grammar and spelling are my own fault and feel free to point out as i know spelling/grammar is not not my strong point. (unlike math theory's which I can argue for days, yeah am a numbers geek). Enjoy and feel free to comment or make suggestions....
***This is a fiction story for enjoyment per rules of this site and no...
She leaned back in her chair and looked Dan straight in the eyes, keeping her own features composed. Dan Webster was the new shooting star among Hollywood's directors, very much akin to Spielberg in the seventies. She had seen his last independent movie and had liked what she had seen. He was good, had an eye for talent and framing. What had most people talking about his work was his ignoring modern sensibilities, he showed and depicted what...
The gavel came down with a sharp sound as if to set the final punctuation to the judges sentence. Emily Wayne dropped into her chair. She had fought hard, against a ruling of personal responsibility in the bankruptcy case of her father’s company. After his death in a plane accident she was the only one left holding the bill. Emily had known that the business wasn’t doing great but, the full extent of the financial troubles had only hit her after...
Blue und sein Freund Bruno nehmen sich erst an einem Waldsee und dann tief im Wald in einer einsamen Hütte eine blonde Frau vor, die Blue schon mehrmals über den Weg gelaufen war und bei deren Anblick er immer Vergewaltigungsfantasien bekommen hatte. Heute sollten diese endlich in die Realität umgesetzt werden...
As soon as the call terminated, however, my smile faded. I took off the T-shirt and opened the bag, dreading, what I would find within. The familiar manilla folder on top, was set aside as I removed the other contents. A pair of running shorts and a sports bra. I put them on, shivering in fear and revulsion as I then reached for the envelope. Inside of it were a few items, each of which made my heart drop even lower.
The sun was getting low, and I increased the speed of my steps. My mind was busy thinking of her. Valentina, absolutely everything of her was perfect. The lovely smile, the big brown eyes that melted my heart, the fashionable page boy style she kept her hair. Valentina Maria Gutierrez Calderon, even her name was rolling in such a beautiful round way over my tongue. And tonight there would be more round things to explore...
