LiaThePeachyCunt, Author at NSFW story

Getting a risky, unexpected mouthfucking (or, my first major public experience) [FM]

The past couple of days have been a source of nostalgia for me, so I thought I could share one of my filthiest moments for everyone to reminisce about along with me.

So this happened…about 6 years ago, when I was 20. My then-boyfriend (also 20) and I were living in separate apartments, around 15-20 minutes on foot from each other, so booty calls were pretty frequent at all possible times.

It also bears mentioning that, both being quite kinky young adults, our relationship was filled to the brim with Dom/sub dynamics, with both of us exploring our limits (mostly *my* limits) and, frankly, trying more and more crazy, dirty, perverted ideas as the months were going by.

One warm night, maybe early summer or late spring, I was up very late, studying. I enjoy studying all through the night and sleeping in the morning, if I have no other work to do. We were chatting on and off through the night, but nothing really sexual. Then, around 4.45-5 am, I receive a message simply saying:

*Come here now. My cock needs its hole.* Read more »

A Rustic Encounter [65M, 26f, non-con, humiliation, torture, snuff]

*This is a long work of fiction, inspired by my fantasies while working as a rural doctor in a small village. The character is based on myself, thus the 1st person. Please pay attention to the tags, and enjoy!*

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The afternoon breeze was always soothing to the mind, carrying with it scents of pine, thyme and mountain flowers, along with the occasional whiff of anything the grandmas around were cooking for dinner. Despite the relatively high altitude, the village’s proximity to the sea ensured mild winters and enabled me to savour the air and the last glimpses of the setting sun from the small balcony of my office with just my white doctor’s coat as an outer layer.

My small rural clinic was on the village’s main road, which was lined with beautiful stone houses with red sloped roofs, wooden window frames and tiny balconies, like mine. It was really close to my rented house, and just a stone’s throw away from the central square with its handful of quaint cafes and taverns under the shade of big plane trees. As the village was built on the side of the mountain, from one part of the square one could drink their coffee gazing down to the valley and all the way to the sea, a pleasure that even I as a city girl could definitely enjoy. It was such a shame that the back of the clinic building faced a tiny, tiny alley – a path, really- and another house, instead of being open to the same vista. Read more »

A girl, abducted: The Intro [MF][noncon][violent]

The early afternoon sun was only slightly visible through the towering concrete apartment buildings and the tangerine trees lining the narrow street. The heat, however, was making its presence abundantly known. Hot, humid summer air was making everyone in the city sweaty, cranky and indolent, anxious to find themselves close to the air conditioner or, in this part of the city, next to a fan.

The streets here were even narrower than usual, the concrete hunks lining them were even dirtier and the air, filled with the dust of dozens of summers wafting off of the buildings, was even thicker. Still, very few of the neighbourhood’s inhabitants could be seen out in the streets, like you could find in other places across the city, with old people in their undershirts playing cards on a rustic table as old as themselves on the pavement, or teens sipping on iced coffee and playing music on some marble steps. No, the roads and pavements there were lonely, as were many of the people: most of them impoverished, in need of a job and in search of a better life, they were living in tiny apartments with many people, but no one really close. Read more »

Coming home [FM][Noncon][Violence][Outfit][First-person]

The staircase of the apartment building is always dark, always with burnt bulbs. I can’t wait to finish college and be out of there. It’s already past midnight, and only the light of the moon and the street is lighting my way up the stairs, passing through the small windows between every floor.

My knees hurt as I’ve spent the whole day on my short black heels, but thankfully my jacket is enough to shield me from the chill in the old building, as I’m wearing just a black dress underneath it. Classic saleswoman outfit. I can’t wait to be at my bed.

As I pass the 5th floor, I hear the door to the 6th one open. Who could be awake at this hour and walking around? As soon as I reach the middle landing, I find it out quickly.

A strong, tall figure, dressed in black, grabs my throat and mouth. My eyes open wide and I try to cry out, but it is in vain. I let go of my purse, and I want to run, but instead I’m frozen in terror. Read more »