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This is something I didn't want to ever have to do, but the time has come to admit my limitations and my mistakes. The forum is going to close in November. Here's the main reasons why:
1) While writing is a tool I use to help with my mental health, it is not the only tool I use. At this point keeping the forum alive for the sake of my mental health will end up causing more problems than relieving them. I'm also going to teach at a much larger...
Hi all. I meant to include ways of staying in touch in my last announcement post, but forgot about it due to the craziness of real life.
I'm sure at some point down the road someone will try and revive this type of forum. Or maybe some other story websites exist that I or someone else doesn't know about. Either way, the biggest gripe I had about The Black Van shutting down was how the admin team told us then immediately disabled the website to...
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Beim letzten Dokument musste sie zweimal hinschauen. Patricia „Trish“ O’Halloran. 31 Jahre. Vereinigte Staaten. Vor ihrer Zeit als Söldnerin und Spezialistin beim FBI als Hostage Rescue Team Operator. Ihr ziviles Foto zeigte eine sehr große Frau mit beeindruckender Statur. Carmen hatte noch nie eine derartige Kombination aus Muskeln und Kurven gesehen. Ihr hübsches jugendliches Gesicht stand im Kontrast zu Lucias Strenge und Kittys...
The beautiful slut came towards him now. She wasn’t as well dressed as the last victim, but she still looked fine! Her breasts looked like they were D size and perky. She had a little fat on her body, but it was the kind of fat that makes a woman look more appetizing; like you want the fat there so that you can have more body to use and abuse. He loved her short wavy blond hair as it lazily moved with a soft wind. Closer and closer she...
He let go her hair and stood up. Unbuckling his belt and sliding it from its hoops to wind it twice around his hand.
She knew what was coming but obediently waited for the words, her heart racing, skin tingling, stomach as tight as a knot.
Take position
He said it calmly. Matter of factly.
She turned her back to him, still on her knees, and bent to press her sore cheek to the floor. She reached back to draw up her skirt, presenting her bare...
“Take it all in….” I barely heard his command as I focused on the tables with different kinds of devices on them. I recognized some. I’ve dabbled in BDSM. But the others looked like they came from the medieval times, used more for pain than pleasure. It seemed I was a prisoner in someone’s red room of pain. But something didn’t fit. Amongst the torture devices were various high end cameras on mechanical arms. Why?
My heart pounds. My breathing is short and rapid, every muscle and sinew drawn tight. His aim is perfect—the bulbous head of his cock splits my tender folds, and he enters me fully in one deep, vicious thrust. Deep inside me, Philippe holds himself still. He looks down at me with a smug smile, taking a few seconds to appreciate the sight of the naked captive spread out before him, taking his huge cock all the way up her quivering cunt. .
“Please stop,” she said, voice desperate. “Please. Please. Please.” She kept moving, wriggling, writhing under him, her body refusing his every attempt to claim it, and the more she did the more he wanted her.
We stayed in each other’s arms for a while. Then Hannah spoke, “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” I looked up at her face and saw the love she had for me. “Yeah,” I said, “we’ve both been busy in different ways.” Her eyes sparkled, “Do you want to?” My body tingled, “yes.”
She stood, stretched slightly, and said “I could use a break.” The words were innocent. Her tone was the kind that made my heart leap. Hannah stepped closer to me, a small smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. “I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” she said softly. “And I want to be with you.” Another step closer and her voice softened to barely above a whisper, “right now.”
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...
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CHAPTER 1 :THE FIRST CLIENT
It was 5:25 pm,a winter evening...3 clients
I muttered to myself a FRIDAY winter evening and just 3 clients,oh my! I said out loud to myself in a sing-songy voice the only thing that watched me was the plum red sunset...
Daniel’s cries slowly became moans as he got into the sweet, satisfying sex. My fat lips kissed his face again and I pressed down harder on his body almost suffocating him with my weight. Faster and faster, our moans were now in sync with each other. Suddenly the pleasure grew more intense. I felt it build and screamed into his mouth. His cock throbbed inside of me, and the pulsating feeling was exquisite.
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Stacy stood up , and walked out of the library into the bright sunlight , she pulled down her sunglasses and started walking towards her apartment.
Male heads turned as she passed them by .
At 19 years old , she was a stunner , 5'7 tall , with a figure that...
Teaser: MAT 113 Probabilities and Statistics/Empirical Math claims yet another victim. I HATED that class.
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Endlich! Der Gipfel meines Hausbergs kommt in Sicht. Es ist warm heute und der Weg auf dem Rad hat Kraft gekostet. Oben werde ich erst mal eine Pause machen, etwas trinken und mich dann gemütlich nach unten...
Strong, dead hands grabbed the buckles on Sylvia's armor and tore them like tissue paper. She thrashed in the Shamblers' grips, trying to slip free, to no avail. She never thought she would go out trying to keep this stupid fucking armor on. The creature holding her left wrist released it and walked in front of her. She wanted to use her now-free hand to cover herself as best she could, but by some instinct she grabbed her necklace instead, and...
When I shared my frustration with you that I can’t orgasm when I masturbate on my own, I didn’t expect you’d actually try to do something about that. I just wanted you to listen and understand that this is important to me. I was scared that me saying I want to be able to come on my own would hurt you, as if coming with you wasn’t enough for me. But you didn’t make it about you.
In a land where ancient elven traditions clash with brutal political conquest, Crown Princess Eileithyia is forced into a marriage that binds her to her enemies and her own despair. As her world crumbles around her, she must fight to reclaim her freedom, and her soul, before she is forever lost to the chains of power and betrayal.
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Her breaths grew shallower as she tried to listen for any clue of her captors. The whispers grew louder, and she felt the presence of multiple figures moving around her. A cold hand brushed her thigh, sending a shiver down her spine. Jane's mind raced, trying to piece together what was happening, but her thoughts were as scattered as the remnants of her birthday. She bit her lip to stifle a scream, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum in...
As I move back out of his reach I cannot help but notice his erect cock flailing about with each powerful swing of his axe. It is a shame. Under other circumstances I would like to have a go at such a formidable tool of lust.
Cherry leans in, panting in your ear. “You like that, don't you, Experiment 666? You like being used, every part of you.” You want to say no, or at least say nothing, but you're so desperate for relief you'd agree to anything. Betray anyone.
Looking back, I still don't know whether Brittany stayed because she wanted me, because she wanted revenge, or because leaving felt harder than staying. All I know for certain is that the lights went out that night. Afterward, everything was different.
One, two, three, four. The dominus flings his head back as he pounds the girl, his hips snapping against her arse. Is he looking at me? I lick my lips and twist a fine cherry off its stem. My teeth pierce its skin. It squirts oh-so-deliciously in my mouth. Uhh, I’m far from dry.
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Every fucking group project. Every time. I did all the work. I did the research. I did the stupid fucking PowerPoints. I made the bibliography. I wrote paragraph after paragraph.
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Die folgende Geschichte ist ein fiktives Werk und dient ausschließlich der Unterhaltung. Sie schildert nicht einvernehmliche sexuelle Handlungen zwischen Erwachsenen. Sie ist in keiner Weise als Befürwortung nicht...
Teaser: Julie tried to speak, but her lips failed to move. Then, shockingly, she felt her arms move on their own, shrugging off her t-shirt. Her panic rose as she reached down to take off her shoes and she tried and failed to stop herself, to control any part of her body, to do anything.
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Rebecca had no idea what social services would entail, but she was sure 4 months of it would beat 4 years in prison. What nagged at her was the big disparity of sentence reduction between the 2 services, everybody knew military service was dangerous so why was social service so much shorter. But then she braced herself.
Clara's head broke through the surface of the clear water. With the evening sun still shining brightly she enjoyed that feeling of the first day of her vacation. She had a whole week in what she always had considered her private paradise.
“So why are you telling me all this?” I asked. He shrugged again. “Because you asked. I always like to let women know what’s going on before I get to the main event.” I gulped and asked, “So the main event is…?” I had a feeling I already knew the answer. He smiled and finished the sentence, “I’m going to rape you.”
I feel Monique shift her feet under my neck and make it easier for me to reach her pussy, though we are hugging each other so tightly that I don't really need that much more help, but I return the favour to her, and gently massage her butt with my hands, the way my wrists are restrained I can't do it very hard, but she wiggles her butt slightly in my hands too. I kiss around her pussy lips and suck them into my mouth, letting my nose rest on her...
As I step out of the Mercedes GT 63 I notice the turning of several heads. Not because of the car, though I am certain the way my boyfriend drove it here has drawn some annoyed looks. The “La Chapelle” restaurant saw its fair share of trophy wives, but still I manage to stand out whenever we dine here.
It’ll be over soon. The first man drops his pants and gets on top of me.
Here comes the hurt. I close my eyes as the man rapes me, unhurriedly and steadily, until he climaxes in a flurry of rapid thrusts, washing my insides with his evil seed.
The big man takes his place. I wince at the new kind of pain.
