Things Chage [FFM, 19-23, rape, anal, forced orgasim, light bondage]

Things Change [rape]

“Guys I have to go. I have to finish the project.” Zoya called to her friends. They had all been out to dinner after class,laughing and having a good time. She did have to leave, but not to work on the project, which she finished days ago. No Zoya had to go make money.

As she walked down the lit up streets of the city, she thought about how lucky she really was. Zoya had grown up in a conservative Arab family. It had taken years for her to convince her parents to let her do anything that might be fun. She remembered how she had argued to be allowed to take dance. Her father saying it was improper, her mother being silent and not helping. But finally she was allowed to take ballet. Then she had wanted to go to college to study art and her father screamed at her for days. “Why should you do that. Art is of no use. You should find a man and get married. And no usless artist. Someone who will provide for you, that you can start a family with. I will not pay for tou to waist your life.” After months she convinced him that graphic design will help her get a good job and possibly find someone nice in the business world. But it was her coming out to her parents that had finally freed her. Whore, filth, shame upon shame, and all sorts of other names. Her father had disowned her and she hadn’t talked to anyone in her family for the last 6 months. And they were the best six months of her life. And it was all thanks to Nadia.

Hard Traing prt2

Have you ever noticed, that when you have something really important to do, that the world seems to conspire against you. Michel felt that way.

The next day everything seemed to go wrong. Deliveries were late, one of his staff called out, and the restaurant was busier than it normally would be. He was supposed to get out at 4pm so he could get ready for his date with Sara at 7. But at 5:30 he was still stuck at work. He was just about to call her and reschedule when Chris, for once, showed he was a decent human being. He said he would stick around so Michel could go. Normally Michel would fight and protest, but today the words had barely left Chris’s mouth before he was running out to his car.

“Thank God I picked up everything yesterday.” He said to himself as he drove home. He wanted to race there but felt sure that if he sped he would get pulled over. Sure enough, just a few minutes from work he passed a speed trap that would have busted him. So he ground his teeth and drove home responsibly.

Hard Traing

Disclaimer: This is my first attempt at writing. Please let me know what you think, any comments or criticisms are welcome.

“Why the hell did I sign up for this?” Michel said as he lifted the weights one more time, his buddy aching and dripping with sweat.

“Well because your 40, got dumped, are out of shape, and you have about as much chance of getting a girl as flapping your arms and flying.” Replied Chris, a smug smile on his face as he blew threw his reps.

“You know, sometimes I wonder why I even talk to you.” Michel shot back.

“That’s simple. Because when I take youbout you atlest get to talk to a woman, even if she is a grenade.” Chris quipped back.

Michel grunted and went back to his routine. He may not like it, but what Chris said was true. His fiance had left him last year, after bleeding him dry. And he was out of shape. Not grotesquely obese, but he was halling some extra pounds. He hadn’t been on a date in almost a decade, and the only time he even got a chance to talk to a girl she was just the friend of who ever Chris was after.