We don’t say kidnapping….. we say new roommates.

[Trigger warning: This story has some themes of non-consent and bondage. Please be safe and sexy while reading.]

Day 16 with my new roommate.

Things are slowly getting better. Move-ins are always tough.

This morning she was prepping some breakfast in the basement and even offered me a cup of coffee. It was a very kind gesture, but I politely declined. I already had a cup, and two always makes me poop more than I’d like. She shrugged off my reasoning with only a slight look of disdain. To my surprise, she even scrubbed the dishes and put them on the rack before finishing up.

Today she chose not to wear much, only a loose fitting flannel and a pair of boxer shorts. Very “domestic-chic” which gave me a little giggle. As she finished up the dishes she bent down to put the soap and scrubber under the sink. She intentionally bent at the waist, presenting her ass to me. The boxers were one of my old pair, and since my legs were considerably thicker than hers, I was able to see past the fabric and onto her soft flesh. She made a point to look back at me while still in full bend. Of course I was looking. And of course she saw me.

The Thanksgiving Cumsnatcher

*Trigger warning: this story contains elements of non-consent*

Let me tell you, VR porn is a game changer. I got the headset last Christmas from my parents and pretended like I was really interested in the beat saber game for like a month. I still have to occasionally bust it out when my parents are home and let them watch on screen to justify having it still.

But the VR porn? *Chef’s kiss* it’s amazing. It’s like you’re right there. I can fuck my favorite pornstar in high definition right in my living room. The catch is I can only do it when the house is empty. My parents bought the cheap headset, which requires the console sitting by the TV. So I can never sneak it back to my room. The only times I really get to use it is when I’m home alone.

So when I wake up the day before Thanksgiving to a note for my parents saying that they’ll be out shopping until 2:00 or 3:00 and realize that it’s probably my day. I casually make a cup of coffee while I grab a towel and start browsing the catalog. Asian, Milf, orgy, it was so nice to really take my time and find a good one.

The rich bitch gets fucked by the hired help. Pt. 1 [MF]

I’ll spare you the sob story of how I got here, but suffice it to say that this wasn’t the high point in my life. My family used to live in a neighborhood like this. Fenced community, had to have your name on the list with the porter, perfectly manicured lawns that the owners have never once cared for nor used. I get the type. And frankly, I used to be this type. And now? Now I’m the one man wait staff for someone’s fucking dinner party. The temp agency told me that Mrs… what was it? Glassgow I think. Mrs. Glassgow’s normal waiter tested positive for covid last week and they needed someone. It told me a lot that the chef wouldn’t walk food 100 feet from the kitchen to the dinning hall.

My first time with consensual non-consent

I couldn’t believe I could have this power over another human being. The thrill of their body tensing up, resisting me, and me shoving a hand into their back forcing them onto the mattress. A soft plea escapes. “No, please… .stop. I’ve never done this before.” I pause for just a moment, my mind snapping at me that this wasn’t right. But it only takes just a moment for me to realize. That wasn’t the safe word. A devilish grin spreads across my face as I force my hand harder into their shoulder blades and force my dick in even further.

Let me back up, because this may not be what it seems.

My name is Cara. I’m 28, and like most late millennials, I’m in therapy. I’ll spare you the details, but I think we’re close to finally getting past some things in my past. Recently we’ve been talking about reclaiming my power, and retelling my story. Part of that has been reclaiming my sexual identity in a light that puts me in power. With no men in sight and the post-covid world being quite stifling for meeting new people I was a little stuck. Not exactly fertile ground to practice my newfound mindset.

The lesbians and the lumberjack.

Kira and I are the most typical hiking lesbians. She has always been the lipstick lesbian and I have always been the outdoorsy lesbian. We have enjoyed camping and hiking for quite a while. But this recent trip went off the rails fairly quickly. Only a couple miles in I think we took a wrong turn. The trail slowly petered out and I was too prideful to turn around at first. It wasn’t until we were bushwhacking that I finally was humble enough to say that I think we were lost, but by that time we were REALLY lost.

My First clue was Kira. She started becoming really uneasy. I knew that she’s had some anxieties in the past and has always been nervous about camping. But I could tell she was ramping up towards a panic attack. I calmed her as best I could and told her that we would get right back on the trail in no time.

But that was two days ago.

Finally, after 48 long hours we found the road. We debated for probably half an hour to go left or right on the road. Knowing one will lead to civilization and one even further into the woods. But only as we approached a big log cabin did we realize we took the wrong turn.

Anti-Mask Karen finally gets a mouthful….

I manage a local grocery store and honestly, 2020 was great for me.  Business boomed,  we’ve mostly stayed clear of positive tests, and occasionally I get to kick out a customer that’s being an asshole for no reason.  Honestly,  my life is good.  Today was no different, regular things, inventory, payroll, scheduling, boring office stuff, but when I got the call that we had a Karen who wouldn’t wear a mask or leave, I was actually ready to get out and tackle something new.  

I’ve seen this situation play out so many times that they all seem the same.  Some customer calls out another for wearing a mask, then an employee reminds them our policy, and 50/50 they put one on, or just bitch for a bit and then leave.  This seemed like the bitch about it for a second type.  She only barely fit the Karen description.  Middle aged, strong opinion, sharp tongue.  But this one was more fit than normal.  She had on a tight fitting dress and and heels that suggested a New Years party later in the afternoon.   My security guard was already on scene as well as one other employee.  I stepped up and introduced myself, reminded her of the policy and asked her to put on a mask or leave.   She started to huff and puff about the efficacy of masks and my eyes naturally rolled back in my head.  I’d heard this millions of times before.

My neighbor caught me peeking….

from:  [Tommy59@gmail.com](mailto:Tommy59@gmail.com)

to:  J-sunz1993@yahoo.com

date:  a few minutes ago

Subject:  Dude I just snapped this picture……

Attch:  WTFDude!!.jpeg

Hey man!  I don’t have a lot of time to talk, but I just wanted to share this with you.  You know that neighbor that I’ve been telling you about?  The hot MILF from across the street?  You’re not going to fucking believe this.  Alright hold on.

Two thirsty college girls after quarantine.

My state just opened bars again, and my god has it been a long time since I’ve been out.  Quarantine is tough for single people, especially me.  I do ok on the apps, but I really do well meeting people at bars and getting them to sleep with me.

I went downtown to one of my favorite places, a spot I knew a lot of college girls like to hang out.  A friend went with me, but once we start talking to people, we often don’t see each other for the rest of the night.  I saw them immediately, two young girls hanging out by the bar, sipping on some fruity drinks.  Their eyes scanned the room repeatedly and I knew that they were looking for someone.  But I couldn’t just head straight for them, I knew I had to make it just right.

The priest has a new way of removing my desires….. [MF][Age play][Religion kink]

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Alice took a deep breath as she walked into the church, She slowly moved onto the bench kneeling in front of it before closing her eyes and praying. Her bright blue bra was visible through the mesh like stop she was wearing, She wasn’t sure why her body changed nor why her emotions started to change. She needed help but both her parents were busy building their empire.

The priest recognized the young girl as soon as she came in, not only because anyone entering the chapel broke the long silence, but she caught his attention in particular. She was young, and beautiful, and….. Naive. He consciously busied himself with something else while keeping her in the corner of his eye.

Alice slowly stood up walking forward as she cleared her throat smiling awkwardly to the priest “Es es..excuse me..” She muttered trying to get his attention before saying “Ca ac.. Can I.. confess..I just don’t feel at peace without it…”

Poker Night with daddy!

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Everything for tonight was planned perfectly. I had beers chilling in the fridge, table was set up downstairs, and my favorite classic rock station playing. I was giving one last rundown of my mental checklist when my phone buzzes. It was Miles. I picked up quickly and ask how far out he is. “Hey dude…. there’s been a change of plans. You know that when Shey and I remarried and that she has a step-daughter, right? Welll….. she’s in town this weekend staying with us and Shey forgot about poker tonight and planned something with her friends. So I’m stuck with my step-daughter.”

At this point, I was past caring, we already had a couple guys cancel, and Miles would be the 6th man. Game wouldn’t be much fun with any fewer. “Listen, bring her anyways. You know that I’ve got my daughter here, right? I remember your daughter from the wedding, she has to be like what… 15 now?” “18” Miles answered. “Just turned” “Oh perfect! My Kayla just turned 18. We can introduce them and they can….. I don’t know. Tic toc dance all night.” we both had a laugh.