Author: coolbirdofprey

[F rapes M] “Knock this bitch up then”

“I don’t want to have a baby and that’s that. If you can’t respect it, maybe it’s time for you to leave”. I had told my girlfriend plenty of times. No babies. No babies. No babies. In every possible way. And yet she kept going. She thought that if she just asked me enough many times, I’d give her a baby. And I was done. She had asked one too many times. And I was done. I was breaking up with her.

“So, you mean it? Like for real?” she asked, tears in her eyes
“Yes I do” I said, as firm as I could. “I don’t want to talk about having a baby ever again. You can respect this, or you can leave my house” I said once more

She sat there, crying, sobbing. It took all my strength but I didn’t go to console her, I didn’t hug her. I just let her process her emotions. I had said my piece. It was her time to finally let it sink it, one way or the other. It felt like forever. I walked away, went to the couch. I thought it would be easier if she had some alone time. I don’t know how much time passed. I fell asleep. Not a deep sleep. But enough that when she came back I was startled awake. Read more »

[MF] [F] My dead bedroom

It’s absolute torture. I can hardly imagine any pain worse than this. It’s physical. It’s emotional. It’s spiritual. It breaks you inside.

My husband hasn’t fucked me in months. At first I believed him. He was tired. Headaches. Back pain. You name it. He had it. Soon enough, though, I caught on. Something else was wrong.

He didn’t want me. I asked. He denied. Just a lot of on his mind, he said. Don’t give up on me. Keep trying. And so I kept trying.

One night I put on my best lingerie. The desire in my loins almost hurtful. I sat on his lap. Tried to kiss him. He shooed me away. Didn’t even look. He used to love my boobs. He’d kiss them, he’d bite them. Nothing. Not even a casual glance.

That night, as he fell asleep, I cried. I fucked myself. Curled in the bed, I fucked myself. I tried to keep quiet. Like it mattered. Like he cared. I came. Once. Twice. Three times. Eventually I stopped. The hunger in my loins, as strong as it was before. But I was too sore to keep going. I cried through each orgasm. Warm tears running down my cheeks. I couldn’t please myself. And he refused to. Read more »

[M/f] [incest] The champagne room

I have a confession to make. One that weighs on me so heavily. One that I think only you can hear. I don’t even really know where to start, and despite having a lot of reasons to justify, to defend, they sound more like hollow excuses to me. I will let you be the judge.

This story starts many decades ago, in Silcox, a small town in Wyoming. My name is Jack De Vaalt, and I was born there. So was my wife, Janice Pershing. The town was run more like a Christian cult than anything else. Strict morals, curfews, you name it, we had it. Everything in the pursuit of purity. I was never made for that. I was made for the pleasures of life. I was made to sit by the ocean sipping a drink. I was made for love. For bliss. Or, as they would call it there, eternal damnation. I got an early start of trouble by getting caught making out with Janice in a parking lot. The only solution? Getting married of course. And so we did. I was 21, she wasn’t even 18 quite yet. We had to get a special approval. But off we want, to married life. It took us a couple years, but we ended up pregnant. We gave birth to our first, and only, child, sweet lovely Nicole Anne De Vaalt. And a few years later, I managed to persuade Janice to leave Silcox and start a new life. We basically had to run off in the night, like rats through the sewers. We picked Las Vegas. For a man like me, the perfect place. All amusement, all entertainment, available. A true haven of pleasure, an endless supply of endorphins at your fingertips. Janice accepted her fate, more out of obedience than true desire of freedom. Read more »