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Zoe groaned as she woke up. If one could call the slow and agonizing process of clawing oneself into consciousness waking up. Her body hurt in multiple places, worst perhaps the pounding headache, closely followed by her arm sockets and legs. She tried to move them, to get some relief, finding that her arms were tied to something above her head, and it appeared as if her feet were tied to the same fix points. Because they were wide spread and...
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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...
But in that moment, she saw something in him that chilled her, and she swallowed hard. Looking into the darkness in his eyes, she felt like she was looking at the drop from the edge of a cliff, and she knew with sudden certainty that she would not survive the fall.
Her grandfather had fought in WW2 and something had happened during operation Varsity. The 315th Parachute Infantry Regiment had missed their drop zone and landed in a zone reserved for the British, one company ended up even five miles further east and liberated a camp they first thought was a POW camp. That is all that is known of what Dog Company did that day.
Der Autor dieser Geschichte hat die Regeln für das Veröffentlichen von Geschichten gelesen und akzeptiert. Der Autor garantiert, dass die folgende Geschichte keine der in der Sektion „Verbotene Inhalte“ aufgeführten Themen enthält.
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...
He felt guilty for what he was about to do. But what of it? 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.
The minivan's interior, a prison of tinted glass and leather, seemed to close in around her, trapping her in a nightmare she can't wake up from. His hands were like steel, unyielding and powerful, holding her in place. The feeling of the leather car seat against her back was a stark contrast to the heat of his body on top of her.
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Dennis woke up on the cold hard bathroom floor to the sight of his unconscious ruined girlfriend. Her left hand was handcuffed to the pipe that ran from the urinal she was slouched under to the wall. Dennis's lay on the otherside of the bathroom...
The innkeeper, a middle-aged man with a tired but resilient face, hastened to serve them. His hands trembled as he poured the frothy ale, hoping to placate their hunger and hasten their departure. Yet, as he glanced at the door, his heart sank as two young women, his grown daughters, entered with arms laden with goods from the market. Their smiles faded the moment they caught sight of the soldiers.
The redhead's cries grew louder, and he felt his own orgasm approaching. He leaned over, whispering into her ear, You should have sucked my dick bitch, you would have been asleep in your own soft bed by now.
Thanks, Sam gasped, catching her breath and rubbing her bruised side. She grabbed her bag with both hands and took a step back from the stranger. The man straightened up and took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lighting one with a silver lighter. The flame cast an eerie glow on his face, revealing a sharp jawline and piercing eyes that studied her intently.
Teri is a model, and she had just finished a photoshoot as a bodydouble for a famous singer, and she thought the music video had turned out pretty well.
And that is where her story started...
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Die Geschichte hatte ich schon auf der alten Seite veröffentlicht. Damals angestiftet von der Geschichte „Zufälliges Opfer“ von „Groucho“, welcher sich wiederum von der berühmt-berüchtigten Filmszene aus „Irreversible“ mit Monica...
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...
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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...
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...
The sun blazed down on the crowded beach, a golden hue that painted everything in a warm glow. Sandra, an adventurous soul with a secret thrill for the illicit, lay on her back with her eyes shaded by a wide-brimmed hat. Tom, her husband, sat beside her, his eyes hidden by mirrored sunglasses, a knowing smile playing on his lips. They had a prime spot, tucked behind their oversized beach windscreen, next to the old seawall, offering all the...
She never stopped screaming, her body thrashing against the ropes that held her in place. Tom felt a sadistic smile curve his lips as he watched her squirm. He knew she was in agony, and that only served to fuel his desire to punish her further. He pulled out slowly, watching her eyes on him with a mix of horror and relief.
This was the life, he thought to himself, as he watched the young girl squirm beneath him. The best thing that had happened to him in years. No bullshit, no strings attached, just a beautiful body to use as he saw fit. He'd had his share of flings and one-night stands, but none had ever been as satisfying as this. The power was intoxicating, the control over her every move a heady rush of adrenaline.
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This is a companion piece to my entry entitled Shannon for Sale.
i woke and, with a sleepy smile, reached behind me for my fiancée. She wasn’t there, the spot was empty. I sat up. The ensuite light was on and the door was closed so I figured she...
He was not ugly, not handsome either, just an average middle-aged man with a thin, hard face and specks of white in his short beard. Only his eyes looked hideous, and sometimes his smile.
“Suck me.”
(For all of my old friends and new friends here, a little funny with your smut, lol. And there is sex too.)
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Hero's Judgement: Dayfall
L.O.V.E.F.U.L. (League of Villainous Empowered Female Underworld Leaders) sat in their high rise tower...
Without missing a beat, Josephine placed her right foot flat on the mattress, going more side to side now, thrusting down at different angles that sent shivers through her body, the bed creaking beneath them. ‘Yeah... you feelin’ this? Oh, you feelin’ it...’ His hands were hard on her hips, helping to guide her. Lost in pleasure, pushing up into her, he stiffened in release again, gasping her name.
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...
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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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.
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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...
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Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction. The people are products of my imagination and any resemblance to persons living or dead are unintentional and purely by accident. You must be 18 years of age to read this.
