Author: TheBendr

Crimes of Opportunity [Home Invasion][Forced]

The well to do community of Carmine is an easy place to like and a great place to live. The neighborhoods were old enough for the houses to be made of more the plywood and sheetrock. With a little elbow grease, a home in Carmine made great place to raise a family. Parks and other public gathering places were designed with the future in mind. Public pools, community center and hiking trails all were amenities the people of Carmine enjoyed and took pride in. The safety of Carmine was also something that the people took pride in, three times being names one of the best places to live in the United States. A big article was also released in the early 2000’s that showed that Carmine is one of the few cities in the world to have never had a murder occur within its’ city limits.

The Greene’s, Richard & Margret, and their daughter Eliza were 4th generation Carmine residents. Eliza being a 5th generation resident. Born and raised in Carmine with all of the expectations that entailed. Eliza was well out of high school but like many of the people raised in Carmine, she stayed in touch with many of the friends she grew up with. A tightly knit group that had known each other since kindergarten and it helped Eliza to know one day she would come back to Carmine for good. With her own family and start the saga of families raised the Carmine way. Read more »

High Altitude Encounter

Long flights were tiring for everyone. If you have some experience with them, you might know to bring your own pillow and plenty of ways to entertain yourself. Charles was familiar with these kinds of flights. He’d traveled around the world since he graduated university. Some times for work, at other times for pleasure. Ten solid years of not being anywhere longer than three months had developed a sense of wanderlust. Even at home Charles felt the drive to find the next place he was going. His mother hadn’t owned a car at all during his entire childhood. It wasn’t until Charles was 28 that his mother even owned a car, and he had to go with her.

Charles had an apartment. Lightly furnished but nothing cheap. There were hardly any clothes in the closet. A film of dust on the coffee table could usually indicate how long Charles had been away. Anything that was important enough went with him anywhere life took Charles. His Macbook Air & AppleWatch, his iPhone, a few Moleskine notebooks, an EOS model Cannon camera, and a few changes of clothes all in a bag small enough to be a carry on. It was a setup Charles had gone through a few trips with and finally felt satisfied with. He could be ready for a flight in less than ten minutes. Read more »

The Other Choice, (Caught in the Act)

Transfixed in the doorway of his bedroom, Harold was feeling a lot of things. After a long, trying day at work, he walks in on his wife being royally fucked from behind. A muscled hand had her hair wrapped around it. The guy was in shape, black, but shorter than Harold.

Most people could understand those first feelings. Immediate rage. Enough anger to boil the blood and bring on an instant sweat. The other emotion, not as many would understand. Harold was turned on. It couldn’t be explained. Watching his wife behaving like a whore had Harold’s dick rock-solid in his slacks. From his angle at the door, Harold had a great view. His wife had her ass high in the air, forced into an arch with her head buried into the pillows.

Harold watched the two move to switch positions and froze once they realized he was there. Without thinking, he moved into the room and began to put his things away silently. He let the mood settle. His wife and the man didn’t seem able to move. When he spoke, it was calm and had no hint of anger. Read more »

Swap (Spouse Exchange) (BBC Fetish)

This was the fourth occasion Jillian and her husband has swapped and for her, this one had been the most fun. Jillian had been staying with Graham all week, a middle-aged banker or investor. She hadn’t made an effort to remember his profession because it was not what Jillian was there for. The week with Graham was what it had been intended to be, a new sexual adventure every day.

The whole point of swapping was to make life more exciting and fulfilling to both people in the relationship. Spicing things up. Jillian loved her husband even more when he kept an open mind and was pleasantly surprised that he’d agreed to give her fantasies a try. Jillian fucked his lights out that night. Jillian found that she appreciated her husband more when she knew what she was missing. Things were fun with who they swapped with, but she knew who she loved.

Jillian and her Husband had met Graham and his wife at a Lifestyle Event New Year’s Eve party. It was invitation only and a couple they’d swapped with before had gotten them in. They messed around with them a bit in the club, Jillian enjoying watching her husband get a blow job in a private booth. The couple they came in with didn’t stay long and left Jillian and her husband to mingle on their own. Read more »

The “Love” Drug | Enjoy

I’ve got a series of short stories coming out soon! I hope you all enjoy!

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I’ve tried almost everything you could try. I’ve done a few bags of coke in my day. I’ve gone on acid trips with hippies in the woods. Mary Jane is a woman I see daily. I’ve done it all. If it doesn’t require a needle, I’ve probably tried it. There weren’t many things that could scare me at this point in my life. I’d been to the places they told you in school to never go. I did the opposite of saying no to drugs and instead dove head first into the brothels and opium dens of the world. I’ve experienced the infamous ego death when reality ends and a world beyond your body seems infinitely better than what you have now.

It wasn’t even the high I sought anymore. It was like cigarettes. Halfway through one you hardly wanted it anymore. You wanted to hear the click of the lighter, see the flame catch, then you only really wanted that first drag. The first hit of menthol that took the edge away. The ritual has become more appealing than the act. Read more »

Strange Appeal – Has a surprise ending, less than 1k words. Hope you enjoy.

Somehow, Vicky felt like she was born for this moment. It was a strange thought considering she was bound by her ankles and wrists in the trunk of a Cadillac.

Life before now had been a combination of what the fuck and you’re fucking kidding me. Add a slice of fuck me and top it off with a holy fucking shit and you’d have the ingredients for her 22 years on Earth. She had a life sequence of one shit show after another. Some weren’t of her own making. Some were.

Whoever her abductor was, he kept his car clean. The trunk had that new car smell still. Shock must have kept her from panic. A little thought screaming “SERIAL KILLER” broke in and out of her mind.

Vicky could see the back of the tail lights and the shine of the Cadillac emblem in the darkness of the trunk. It reminded her of the light coming from under the closet door when her sister had boys over. Or from when they both hid as their mother screamed from their fathers blows. Read more »

Just a quick story on a rainy day. Hope you enjoy!

When I’d gotten into Folsom University, it was the happiest moment of my life. Both my parents were alumni, and my older sister was already attending.

I had a scholarship, an old Ford truck my dad and I fixed up over the summer. I’d saved up some spending money working at the Loomis mill. I was ready for college.

What I wasn’t ready for was dorm life. I hated it. Dealing with people daily I would prefer to punch in the mouth. I hated the close quarters of the dorms. My entire life there was a washing machine that I could use whenever and the units on campus were shared.

By the end of the first week, I was thoroughly homesick and I hadn’t seen my sister at all.

Saturday’s in the dorms were lively. It was my first time being anywhere co-ed, and as any young men would be, my roommates were excited. The door to our room was constantly open and every so often a young woman would walk by and if she was only wearing underwear it was all the better. Read more »