Eileen Relapses [FMMMMM][int][bbw][bbc][exh] [cuck][cumplay][spit][anal][dp][quint-p][longform]

I’m back, you beautiful bastards! (not that I expect any of you to remember me) I figured the world might want to know what old Eileen has been up to lately. This story is not for those with weak constitutions. Shit is about to get real weird in a minute. Enjoy
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The taste of them still lingering on her tongue and in her cheeks stained the flavor of the coffee she drank. She held her head high, not because she was particularly proud of herself, but because the men sitting in the circle both to her right and to her left were wearing sweatpants, and she couldn’t handle any more temptation. Her stomach was still churning, and she wore long sleeves to cover the bruises and scrapes.

“Would anyone else like to share,” Pastor Wally asked, crossing his arms across his black turtleneck. “Remember. There is no judgment here. All have sinned in the eyes of the most high—”

“I killed my husband,” Eileen said to the room. Everyone turned their heads, intrigued.

“W— Wow… Was it an accident?”

“Yes,” she said. Then she looked down. “Not really…”

**24 Hours Earlier**

Starla, the Vampire! (Sex Journal 14-16/4/16); [Fm][nonfic][sm][l-bomb!?]

Hey, Reddit! Starla isn’t dead, don’t worry. It’s just been crunch time around here, as far as my studies go. Haven’t had as much time to write. More will come as I finish up my finals, so stay tuned. As always, enjoy~

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“Nice to meet you. My name is Starla, and your baby boy beats my pussy like it stole something. Every. Goddamn. Night.”

That’s not what I said to Mark’s mother when I met her. Boy, I wish I was that brave. No, I barely said anything to her at all, actually. He just introduced me over Easter dinner at the local Golden Corral. We’re all low caliber folk, here, so go ahead and put that judgment away right now, reader. You know good and well you would eat bacon wrapped sirloin for 9 bucks, by itself. On top of it being a full buffet—

Mei Goes to Dave & Busters; [FFFFM][Fdom][Msub][cbt][growth][huml][raceplay][self-buk][nc][bdsm]

I’ve been told that I’m a company woman to the death, and that it wasn’t necessarily a compliment or an insult. I work long, hard hours, and take my work home with me when I can. I always think two steps ahead of my supervisors, and find new, efficient ways to do my work. God forbid I ever catch anyone stealing supplies here and there; even if someone so much as opens the supply closet without leaving a form with me will receive the full, unabated, righteous fury of the company, and clean out their desks by 4pm.

I’ve been told that I have a Napoleona complex: since I’m small, slim, flat chested with no butt, I secretly feel inferior to everyone, and I have to overcompensate. The person who told me that got fired a week later for completely unrelated reasons, I hear. Missing supplies ended up in his desk or something or other. It is true that I am the smallest person in the office. Some people even say that I look like someone’s angsty teenaged daughter, what with the “radical” pixie cut that I wear.

Starla Takes His Ass to Red Lobster (Sex Journal 2/4/17); [Fm][oral][creampie][non-fic]

Sunday morning, the morning after my day long fuck fest with Mark. Both of us were completely saturated with sweat, by the time the sun shone full force through the window. The weather was starting to get warm, but the AC units hadn’t switched from their winter settings just yet, so the room was humid, and reeked of nothing but sex. He was in my arms when we fell asleep, but I opened my eyes to him down between my thighs, petting my mound, gently.

“Mmm, good morning,” I greeted him, falling back into the pillow. I could feel his breath on my skin; the sweat made it feel like I was facing an opened window, spread eagle.

“Morning, Starla,” he said, pressing his lips against mine. I moaned for him, as he sampled me with a lick. I saw him wince, and he kissed and licked my thigh to reset the taste in his mouth. He was a breath and a half away from apologizing to me, and ruining the moment, so I spoke first.

“Let’s get a shower,” I said. “Kiera already got hers earlier, so we can take as long as we want.”

If I had a time machine…; [FM][free-write][interracial][fantasy][non-fic][short]

You know, if I had a time machine, the first thing I think I would do is send myself back to a 1800s plantation, wearing nothing but lingerie, and immediately give myself away to the first black man or woman that I saw. Call it white guilt.

They would probably think it was some kind of trap at first, and I don’t blame them. I would sit in one of their shacks, wait for them to leave the fields, and greet them by the foot of their bed on my knees. Fuck it, I would bring whips and shackles with me as well. I would hold the whip in between my teeth, with my arms behind my back, and I wouldn’t even hide the fear in my eyes. Would he even care about my safe words, if he had witnessed a face like my own whip one of his friends, or even him, without mercy? Would he even receive sexual pleasure from whipping my fat ass, or would he just want to beat me to watch me in pain?

Starla’s Sex Journal 20/3/17; [mF][str8][non-fic]

Once upon a time, not very long ago, I used to be a nervous wreck around college girls in campus who were both younger and prettier than me. The reason I haven’t really described my looks past my hair color and general build is because I look like a white ogre. I lie and say that I’ve got a thick body and a pretty face, but no, I’m the opposite. I’m a butterfaced, Butterball turkey type of girl. I’ve accepted that, and I’m okay with it. Because I’m really fucking good at sex.

Also, everything I’ve got in my life, I had to work hard for. I would never trade in my plain Jane upbringing, if it meant that I would have to redo the last few years of my life with men fawning over me, showering me in gifts, and spoiling me. Alright, that would be nice, but the point is that I can spoil myself, and shower myself in gifts.

‘Hood Watch 2: Rise of the Superpredator; [MF][fantasy][nc][huml][Mdom][Fsub][sm][raceplay]

I hope you enjoy this absurd dream I just had. It made me wake up in the middle of a wet spot. I haven’t even left my bed yet, and I’m already being productive. Thank you

-Starla

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Cynthia graduated from the police academy at the top of her class, with flying colors. She went above and beyond every other student to learn every concept, mentally and physically sculpting herself into the weapon the law so desperately needed. See, every minute of every day, our land is at war. Not just abroad, but right here. Everyone is afraid to admit it, except for Cynthia. She knew the deal. We are at war with the black man. And we must win, lest all that is great about America will be lost.

She began a hard, bloody campaign against the thug menace, leaving behind a river of blood and pepper spray, with broken bones lying along the riverbed to grow smooth and forgotten. She understood them, and could hunt them in their own lairs, and territory, fearlessly. Within months, she singlehandedly decreased the crime rate in her district, and filled the jails up to bursting with black and brown flesh.

Reese Becomes P.C.; [mT][huml][sissy][anal][gang][buk][inc][prost][exh][mast][Tdom][Msub]

It’s an excellent Sunday morning for a cum shower. A good day to get down on your knees for Sky Daddy, and let him rain his love down all over you~
Fuck, my mouth is watering now… Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

-Starla

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My name is Reese [redacted], and I am a student at [redacted] High. I’m writing to you, today, because I fucked up, and immediately after fucking up, the world decided to fuck me over on top of it.

See, this city used to be a good, wholesome place. There were no queers, or lgbts; everyone did it the right way by waiting until they were 19 to get married, and then having children during college. We all loved Jesus, voted Republican, and knew deep down that Obama was a Muslim.

Everything changed when we got our first tranny student. He was a nasty boy named Pete (he wants us to call him Shannon, now), who started wearing eyeliner one day, and it seemed like the next, he came in wearing all women’s clothes and makeup. He even had his hair done up, too. I say he was nasty because we used to hang out a lot. He wasn’t my best friend, or anything, but we were in Scouts together, and we’ve slept in tents together before, and he didn’t tell me.

Starla’s Sex Journal 16/3/17; [Ff][bdsm][Fdom][Fsub]

16/3/17

In the great tradition of Starla not realizing anything is wrong with Starla, I was informed by Kiera last night that I’d been sullen and withdrawn for the past few days. Ever since I had been with Mark, conveniently.

He was… In the moment, he was everything. He was what I needed. I suspect I will need him again, in the future as well, but for the most part, I felt regret. His birthday this year had already passed, which means that at some point in 2016, he was legally still a child.

I couldn’t deal. Still can’t. Kiera came into my room last night, after putting Kieran down to rest. “Everything okay, Babygirl,” she asked me, sitting down on the edge of my bed. I didn’t know where to begin, so I just hugged her. She knows that I absolutely adore the sensation of her burying me; it’s like its own form of bondage, to me. A baby learns the word Mama to speak to the giant creature caring for it. A giant which is stronger, bigger, and has an answer for every worry and ailment the baby may have. I wanted to make myself smaller for her; moreso than I could by simply curling up.

Kellyanne Meets the Congressional Black Caucus; [M(x58)F][buk][gang][oral][huml][painal][nc][celeb]

I genuinely hope this story offends you.

-Love
Starla

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“‘Help Wanted: Tremendously Influential Politician seeking Experienced Heel. (Also, some experience in childcare)’ That’s what the advertisement read,” the aged blonde spoke to the mirror. This job was aging her rapidly, more so than she ever could have predicted. Every day, her boss sent her out in a ball and chain, on camera, for the media vultures to pry apart. Figuratively, of course. “‘I want to make you famous,’ he said. ‘You’ll be a star…’” She applied gaudy makeup to her mirthless, worn face, blowing deadpan kisses at herself.

When she came into work that morning, and everyone gave her mournful looks as if she were a cattle marching into the slaughterhouse, everything in her told her to run, and go back home. She needed this job; her family had grown used to the high life, and this job could provide that. “Evil delivered with a sweet, loving smile,” had rarely ever been seen so perfectly done outside of movies and other fiction. She was indeed a marvel of nature.