Bullet and a Bruise [M/F][FDom][Torture?]

She’s always been a tough girl.

Evelyn Payne is a retired marine at 30, and a full time mechanic. She’s been enjoying her civilian life, admittedly at first she found it difficult to readjust but she adjusted soon enough. She chose to retire instead of re-enlisting, seeing as she’s lost many friends and comrades to IED’s and enemy snipers has spurred her to hang up her guns. She saw their faces while she slept, and while the booze kept it at bay she found other demons lurking at the bottom of the bottle.

She had the mouth of a pissed off sailor ready to throw hands but she’s always been kind. Her dad has instilled in her to treat others as how she wanted to be treated, but while she is kind she isn’t stupid either. She didn’t slouch and she kept her combat training sharp. She called out bullshit when she see’s it, and she stepped in when the strong bullies the weak. Evelyn Payne has made a name for herself in her little town and she enjoyed the respect she’s garnered from people.

Free Use Husband 2: Electric Boogaloo [M/F]

NOTE: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

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I felt horrible making her cry.

She stayed home today on a Monday, my plans of buying some roses for her has all but vanished; I’ll have to do it tomorrow. She’s still curled up in bed in her favorite pajamas. It’s 6AM, the time I usually get up because she leaves work at 7AM so I need to make breakfast.

Her staying in is messing up my routine. No, I can’t think like that.

Regardless, I stuck to what I usually do. I made an omelet with some sliced ham, cheese and mushroom. I topped it with some freshly sliced parsley. She’s one of those people who eat eggs with Ketchup, so I placed made sure to grab it from the cupboard and place it within her reach. I just made myself some fried eggs, buttered toast and a glass of water. Breakfast already felt extravagant to me. I poured a cup of orange juice for herself.

Free Use Husband [M/F]

I exist only for her.

I’ve been poor my entire life. I don’t know my parents, I believe they abandoned me shortly after birth, and I spent my entire childhood in an orphanage. No one wanted me. As soon as I turned eighteen I was released into the world with barely any money, my paperwork, a high school education, and a few change of clothes. I was homeless for a time, living off the kindness of strangers. Eventually I landed a job as a dishwasher and a busboy for an Italian restaurant. The owner, Rosa, was kind to me and she let me sleep in the back. I saved enough money to buy some clothes and shoes to look like a proper person. I thought about buying a phone but who am I going to call? Who’s going to call me?

That restaurant saved my life and that same restaurant is where I met my wife, Lanie. She was older than me by a year, her being 20 and I had just turned 19, but I was clearing some tables and she bid me to sit with her. I think her date ditched her, she never said and I never asked, but she looked sad that night.

Broken Cage [M/F][Light FDom]

Alex found himself at the age of 28 and still being a virgin. There’s a lot of factor as to why, though, he was emotionally and verbally abused up until he moved out at 18 leading to him having trouble making friends that lead to him being socially awkward and that, in turn, lead to him barely talking to anyone and being classified as a loner all throughout high school and college.

He was a chubby kid growing up, for he was an emotional eater, but when he moved away and the berating ceased, he began taking better care of himself. He went to the gym and jogged in the morning, when he graduated college he began taking Kickboxing classes. Ten years later he has thick arms, chest and thighs, the coveted V shaped torso and washboard abs. But this didn’t help his self confidence as he’s far too shy to talk to most people. He feared being alone forever but the crushing self doubt and years of mental torture took a toll on him.

Company Ink [M/F][Office Romance]

She is an insatiable harlot.

Karla spent her early 20’s sleeping with any man that would have her. Any man. Their body type didn’t matter, their age didn’t matter (within reason of course), their penis size didn’t matter, and their financial situation didn’t matter. The only man she wouldn’t touch are the one’s that are married, in a relationship, or harboring transmissible diseases. She has morals and standards, after all, and she refused to break homes.

She has a body that men and women would kill for. A large, delectable ass that jiggles when she walks, thighs that complimented her ass, a pair of large, DD tits that bounced twice when she cups it, pulls it up and lets it go. Brown nipples and areolas that are inviting, and a face that can be on the face of any magazine. She’s standing on a respectable height of 5’3 and she’s 120 pounds.

Despite being an insatiable harlot, she’s well read and intelligent. She’s an IT major and she made it a point to never let a pen dip in her inkwell. She kept her nose down, did her job, went home to change and let her brown, luscious hair that rest just above her hip down and go to bars and clubs.

Nemesis In Love [M/F]

Gavin and Lorelei never got along despite growing up together. They grew up next to each other as children and has hated each other ever since the first grade. Their fights were never physical, or at least Gavin never took it physical, and ultimately it went into playing pranks or heated arguments. Their parents were friends and are still friends despite Gavin and Lorelei’s harsh attitudes to one another. To their parent’s surprise, Gavin and Lorelei drove each other to be better in academics and sports. Their hate for each other turned into who can be smarter than one another, or who can run the fastest or jump the highest. Who can score the most basket in a game, Gavin joining the men’s basketball while Lorelei joined the women. When they graduated, Gavin was Summa Cum Laude and Lorelei was Magna Cum Laude. Gavin won and Lorelei wanted to get even. Gavin made sure to remind Lorelei that he won high school.

A Dish Best Served Hot [M/F][Cheating][Long Read] Part 3.5

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She looked in the rearview mirror as she saw the lights in the house vanish and her shocked face would’ve made Victor smile with happiness.

“How fucking dare he!” Anna said as she hollered in her car, slamming her hand on the steering wheel. She driving, but to where? She took her phone and called Salazar.

“You’re still in the motel? Good, stay there.”

Anna’s frustration soon receded, however, as she realized what she has just done. She has just fed him a little information and she started to panic just a little bit. She played the scene in her head again, and found some very telling information. How Victor’s resolve didn’t waver and instead he pressed his advantage. How he acted so out of character that it felt like she was talking to a different person. How the look of love in his eyes is gone, and how he was quick and relentless with his words.

“He knows,” she realized.

She didn’t realize a pair of headlights following her a few car length behind.

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A Dish Best Served Hot [Solo Mast] Part 3

After the last part, I decided to start cutting each chapter in half.

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The drive back to the park was filled with talks. About how Raissa’s life as an entrepreneur started and how Victor’s many crazy nights working as a nurse. It was filled with laughter and giggles, and his speedometer never went past 65 mph in the highway. He didn’t want this little piece of heaven to stop.

“I have already started talking to my lawyer, I should have the papers ready by next week,” Raissa said as she touched Victor’s shoulder.

“Raissa, I gotta admit your plan is a little fucked up,” Victor said as he tried not to laugh. “It’s a little crazy if I’m being honest.”

“Crazy, yes, but I have had enough of cheating men stomping my heart,” Raissa replied as she felt him pull away from her a little.

Victor considered it as he drove, but ultimately he decided to go along with her plan. “I’ll ask a friend to find out where they stay.”

“Thank you, Victor.”

A Dish Best Served Hot [M/F][Cheating][Long Read] Part 2

Note: The little bit of Portuguese and Korean is extracted from Wikipedia. I’m not sure if it’s accurate. Also sorry for the book.

Ctrl+F to 78910 for the good part.

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A month has passed since their first meeting and the two decided to continue seeing each other despite Anna keeping her relationship with Victor. In that month she was the perfect girlfriend. She cooked, she cleaned, she spent time with him and did what any loving girlfriend would do. During his day off they would spend time together, cuddle on the couch and watch cheesy rom-com movies, or really whatever they fancied, together. She wasn’t distant or hostile towards Victor, and he was none the wiser.

During the nights he worked, taking care of patients suffering from the virus and packing away the bodies of the ones who failed, she fucked Salazar in the very same motel.

Anna was careful. She bought another phone and kept it in her glove compartment. She would text Salazar when to meet.

Salazar, however, was not as careful. He has had affairs before, during the lockdown even, and he was complacent. He’s a married man and one day he napped on the sofa with his phone resting on the side table.

A Dish Best Served Hot V.2 [M/F][Cheating][Long Read] Part 1

A Dish Best Served Hot

This is my first erotica post. Grammar might be shit but I refuse to apologize.

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“Goddamn it Steve, stay with me! Fuck, man, you we’re supposed to go to the track with me next weekend and show me your car!”

“Time of death, 0545 January 31st, 2021,” the physician lamented. As he passed Victor, he patted him on the back and softly said “I’m sorry”.

All the nurses and doctors and Respiratory Therapist filtered out of the room; Victor remained. He looked down at Steve, one of his patients, and pressed his eyes closed forever. “He’s only 25 years old,” he whispered with sorrow, “way too young. This fucking virus….” He balled up the plastic disposable gown and slammed it into the trash.

“CODE BLUE ROOM 899. CODE BLUE ROOM 899. CODE BLUE ROOM 899,” The intercom blared.

“No…. Lisa!”

A wave of green scrubs rushed into the room, beeps and alarms sounding off. Victor ran off towards the room, slipping on another pair of plastic protective gown and glove.

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