I Definitely Want This to Happen Again! (OC, BBC, Threesome, Cheating)

“Alright babe, I’m about to head out! I’ll be home tonight around seven. If you need anything, text me. Ok?” Chad’s voice preceded him as he walked down the hall into the living room he shared with his girlfriend, a backpack stuffed full of cards and games hanging across his shoulder. Stepping into the room, he found Angie sitting on the couch, her long black hair pulled in a ponytail, a mess of glossy prints spread across the table.

“You go have fun. I’ll be here working on these prints.” She smiled, her bright blue eyes meeting his. “I’ll get this sorted out, and then probably play a game or something. Just text me when you’re headed home, so I know you’re safe.” Standing up, she walked with him to the front door, bare feet padding down the hall after him.

“You got it. See you tonight!” He said with a big grin, planting a kiss on soft unpainted lips. Angie watched as he backed out and drove away, going to meet his friends for their weekly game day. As he finally crested the hill, Angie turned back to the living room. Settling in, she began sorting through her photos again, sealing them in individual envelopes to be sent out. She had shot a special in red lingerie, and she knew the fans were going to love it.

You Can Fuck my Wife Anytime! (OC, Wife Sharing, Interracial)

“Great party Zac! Definitely hit me up for the next one!”

It had been a great party, Zac always threw good parties, he took great pride in ensuring everyone had a lot of fun and having a stripper for a wife definitely helped. Jess knew how to party, the 4’10, 105 pound blonde woman took great pride in her dancing, and she always kept things going, encouraging her the other women at the party to get up and be sexy. Zac was a good counter to her, standing at 6’s with brown hair, broad shoulders and the kind of infectious smile that just put people in a good mood, the two of them were a great match, and people loved hanging out with them.

Rubber Masks (CnC, Short Story, Clowns)

This is a very short oneshot I wrote, to gauge interest in the idea. If folks like it, then I will flesh the characters and settings out a lot more, and I have LOTS of ideas for where to go with this story, but I would definitely like to hear your input! Thanks! :) Also, this story involves Clowns, so if that’s not your thing, then I wouldn’t recommend this one.

Heather used to love Halloween. As a kid, it was her favorite time of year. But, when she was nineteen, that all changed. She had passed out at a Halloween party and awoken to find her body being used by a man in a rubber clown mask. He laughed at her as she begged him to stop, the high pitched crackle ringing in her ears as he shot his cum across her the black dress of her sexy witch costume.

Good Luck Explaining This to your Husband! (NonCon, Gangbang, Teacher)

A note from the writer. This story is about a teacher who is blackmailed into having a gangbang with some of her students. All characters depicted are over the age of 18, and this is just a fantasy. Fantasy good, real rape bad. That said, I hope you enjoy!

“Oh boy, another paper about Picasso! Don’t these kids realize there are other artists they could write about?” Abbie groaned, dropping the paper onto her desk and running her hands through dark brown hair. Her last class of the day had ended two hours ago, and she still had a massive pile of papers to go through. When she had moved from being the local high school art teacher to being a college professor, she had expected the quality in assignments to increase, but she had been horrifically disappointed. Her first couple of years at the school had been much the same as her previous job, everyone taking the easy way, no drive to do something different, it was exhausting, but it was her job and she intended to see it through. Maybe one day she would find students who truly cared about the arts.

Good Luck Explaining This to your Husband! (NonCon, Gangbang, Teacher)

A note from the writer. This story is about a teacher who is blackmailed into having a gangbang with some of her students. All characters depicted are over the age of 18, and this is just a fantasy. Fantasy good, real rape bad. That said, I hope you enjoy!

“Oh boy, another paper about Picasso! Don’t these kids realize there are other artists they could write about?” Abbie groaned, dropping the paper onto her desk and running her hands through dark brown hair. Her last class of the day had ended two hours ago, and she still had a massive pile of papers to go through. When she had moved from being the local high school art teacher to being a college professor, she had expected the quality in assignments to increase, but she had been horrifically disappointed. Her first couple of years at the school had been much the same as her previous job, everyone taking the easy way, no drive to do something different, it was exhausting, but it was her job and she intended to see it through. Maybe one day she would find students who truly cared about the arts.

A Wrestler no More (Rape Fantasy, Celeb)

***A quick note from the author (Me!) This story is a fantasy based on the WWE wrestler Liv Morgan. It was written by request of a fan, and involves some extreme elements including kidnapping, rape, and mild torture. This is NOT real however, it is just a fantasy, and I hope nothing be happiness and Well Being for Miss Morgan. That being said, I hope you enjoy the story!***

The car accident was the first thing she remembered, almost as if it were a bad dream slipping away on the first thoughts of a semi-conscious mind as she struggled to open her eyes. The sudden realization hit her that her eyes were open, she was simply surrounded by darkness. This revelation was soon followed by the fact that she couldn’t move her arms, the feeling of rope wrapped tight around her wrists prevented it. Liv tried to scream, the sound coming out as a gurgled groan around the foul-tasting clothe stuffed between her lips.

Raped by the Pool (Rape Fantasy Mf)

As long as I can remember, I’ve had rape fantasies. I think about it every night, often with my fingers buried deep inside of my pussy, just thinking about rough hands grabbing my body, touching me in all the ways a man should, even as I beg and cry for him not too. One day, my dreams turned into a reality at the local swimming pool.

I had gone with some friends and instantly found myself to be the center of attention for one of the lifeguards. An older man, but I could tell he wanted me, even behind the thick dark sunglasses that hid his gaze. Every time I looked, he was nearby, staring intently at me. I smiled at him, and I might have even winked. My brain was getting fuzzy as I thought about this complete stranger taking advantage of me in the locker rooms. I soon lost track of my friends, and eventually slipped away as they were in line for the diving board. I met his gaze one last time as I headed toward the locker rooms to shower, secretly hoping he would follow me.

Quick Cash (Teen, Mature, Outdoors)

Writers Note – So, I have been suffering from Writers Block for a while, and this is the first longer piece I have finished in months. It’s not perfect, but constructive criticism is definitely welcome, as well as ideas for stories in the future. Let me know what you all think, and I hope you enjoy!

Everyone in the small town knew that Mr. Miller was loaded, but Miranda’s best friend had told her about a way to get on the right side of the older man, and his bank account as well. It didn’t take much to get the teacher to tell her exactly what he wanted.

“Ah, Miranda! I remember you! You’ve grown quite a bit! You’re friends with April, right?”

“That’s right!” Miranda had answered. “I hear she ran into you at the grocery store recently.”

“Indeed, I did!” Mr. Miller said with a laugh. “And if you heard that, then you probably heard about our little arrangement?” The young woman’s face flushed red as she glanced down, unsure of how to approach the subject further. Mr. Miller laughed again, enjoying the younger woman’s obvious discomfort. “Not to worry my dear, I only offer THAT to former students I enjoyed having in class.” After a brief pause, he continued, “Students, like you, Miranda. I assume that’s what brought you here today? Are you in some kind of financial trouble?”

Should have Gotten it in Writing! (Noncon)(MMMFF) (lesbian)

**I would just like to take the time to preface this and let you all know that this is a rape FANTASY story. I do not condone actual rape in any way, these are just fantasies I write for myself and clients. That said, I hope you enjoy!**

It had been a good day, Jennifer had made it to work bright and early coffee in hand and everything was coming together for her. A partnership had become available at her firm, and, if office gossip was to be believed, she was the favorite pick for the new position. All she had to do was bring down Jimmy “The Duke” Pezinski, an Italian Mob boss. The tall blonde had always been popular in school, and working at the law firm was no different, her small waist gave her hips a great curve, and natural blonde hair made her stand out in the crowd. She worked hard to overcome the stereotype that “blonde women” are bimbos, and she had earned her reputation as a great lawyer but taking down the Duke would make her career. She had spent the day gathering up evidence for her case on Monday and decided to head home so she could work in peace. She waved goodbye to her coworkers and headed out the door, eager to get out of the tight fitting pencil skirt she had worn.

Welcome to Paris! [Nonconsent Fantasy]

Hello friends! It has been a while since I posted a new story because of some personal stuff going on, but here is a new commissioned work for you all! It’s a bit longer because I really got into it, hope you don’t mind! This story involves forced sex of different kinds. The two girls are forced into lesbian sex, anal sex, a rough gangbang, violence, choking and humiliation. It’s a bit rough, but I really hope you enjoy, and of course, if rape play isn’t your thing, then this is not the story for you!

“What a night! French dance clubs are the best, did you see that cute guy I was dancing with?” Taylor asked with a grin as she unlocked the door to the hotel suite she shared with her best friend Aylen. The girls drunkenly stumbled their way into the room, dropping their purses and losing jackets and shoes along the way. The young women were both 22 and had just finished their senior year of college, this trip was their last adventure before they entered “the real world”. What better place to party than France? They had spent the evening at a delightful French club, and the young woman stopped to check herself out in the mirror. Her blonde hair was disheveled, and her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, but she still thought she looked good. Taylor had gone out in a short skirt which accentuated the curves of her hips and topped off her ensemble with a simple low cut tank top that did wonders to accentuate her pale D cup breasts.