I want chunky’s pizza for my birthday
I go to chunky cheese on my birthday and play the
Mario kart arcade machine while mommy and daddy order me my pizza
The rat comes with the pizza, he is repulsive
I am scared of the pizza rat, the pizza rat is big
His body is a rotting corpse
I cry because of the pizza rat, and my parents are oblivious as to why
He speaks of treasure in his changing room
I do not want to see it The pizza rat, he brings me gifts
I want the pizza birthday rat; I want him to bring me my gifts and presents and my pizza
The birthday rat, he is calling me, he beckons me back to his establishment
He whines with his offer; his pizza is subpar, and I’d rather have little Caesar’s
The little Caesar’s cave man impales me with his spear; He’s Caesar; he is Julius
He gets stabbed 55 times; he is dead
Little Caesars is no more; overtaken by the oligarchy; the skin for cheese the blood for sauce.
Category: Erotica
Horror Hotel : A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines [BDSM] [Mf] [Medical Play] [Breath Play] [ Supernatural]
Horror Hotel: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines
by Dmitri Storm
Dr. Jacob Serwinski was in his laboratory, hard at work, when he heard the police banging at his door. He rose from his table and walked through the sanitarium, walking through cells filled to the brim with chained lunatics. Dr. Serwinski ignored them, their pleas of pain and hunger, and continued to walk briskly to the front door.
It was late, 2am by his watch. Whatever had happened, it must have been important, or it better be. All of Serwinski’s staff were home or asleep, so he walked on his own and swung open the door. He was met by two of the local police, Selfan and Pavel, and a beautiful young woman in shackles.
“We found her near the tavern. She was writhing in the dirt and offering to fuck every man that passed her. We didn’t feel right locking her in with the men down in the prison, thought maybe you could hold her. Serwinski could barely hear Pavel explain the woman to her. This small frame, in her tattered black evening gown, brought to him in chains, filled him with lust.
Violently assaulting my best friend [mf, brutal, rape, nc, spanking]
[This is a **FANTASY**. The people and events in this are not real, and I do not condone rape, assault, or non-consensual sex of any kind. Rape is a lifelong trauma for the victim. I’ve been raped, myself. These stories help me process it. Nothing like this should ever happen to anyone.]
Rachel’s my best friend for over a decade, but she doesn’t suspect that secretly, I obsess over her constantly, and am always staring at her body when we are together and she’s not looking. She usually wears yoga pants, giving me a lot to stare at, as her curves and crevices are perfectly highlighted. I masturbate thinking about her over an hour every day, ejaculating several times, and afer I met her I stopped fantasizing about anyone else and became completely obsessed with her.
Her face is extremely pretty and framed by long, wispy light blonde hair. She’s in her mid-20s, 5’8″, 105 pounds, very petite and slim, with long legs and tiny, almost flat breasts, yet elongated and perky nipples.
I got soaking wet during a massage
I went for a full body massage yesterday. I’d been reading reddit all morning and was quite turned on, plus going through my exhibitionist streak is keeping me horny 24/7.
I got to the spa and a pretty older woman was my masseuse. She said I could keep my underwear on or get naked under the towel. I got naked, I didn’t want oil all over my nice underwear.
She started with me laid on my front. Massaging my shoulders, arms and back. She then went down to my feet and massaged up toward my butt. As she worked the top of my thighs I got a little excited. She was hot and touching me all over. I was horny. It felt good.
She spent a while at the top of my thighs and butt and moved one leg over so she could work easily. She would definitely be able to see my pussy if she wanted to and I knew it was wet. This excited me more. The hot older woman seeing my wet pussy.
An abusive relationship feels so good
Her body was still stuck in my mind. The way it made me feel. How it felt. How it felt to fuck it and cum in it. She has my dick programmed to need her. Thinking about her still gets me hard. Thinking about her power over me still makes me stop thinking, still drains all the blood from my head to my dick. It feels so good.
The face she would make at me as she squeezed her tits. Knowing how hard I was getting. Her tits were so huge. Perfect shape. She’d shove them in my face and put me under. No thinking. Just fucking and cumming. It happened so many times and my dick is still addicted. The surge of blood to my dick at the memory of it is still so powerful. Her evil smile knowing how much she controlled me.
Her control overpowered everything. Nights when she’d argue with me for know reason. Berating me and denigrating me. Convincing me I was a terrible person. Pulling me all the way down until I had no resistance left. Just trapped with her in her dark basement on the couch. The slight musty smell of the carpet. The instruments lining the walls where her family spent their time.
She kept me trapped there, convinced me I was a terrible person if I left. Used every manipulation she could to tear me down. Then. She’d exert all her control. She’d take the exhausted husk of my mind and fuck it hard with her tits and pussy. She’d destroy every bit of me and replace it with a rock hard dick, addicted to her. Addicted to her tits. All that was left was a small useless boy, who’s joy and worth was that he got to fuck such an incredible body. Such a slutty hot face. Fuck massive perfect tits. Her firm and shaped ass just showing beneath her short skirt. The flirty voice she’d use to turn me on. My teen dick completely overwhelmed by her mature fuckable flesh. She tore me down and fully addicted me to her body. My world became her, became pleasing her, became taking her abuse and berating, so that she could let me feel so good and fuck for hours.
She rode me so smoothly, slipping my pulsing dick into her pussy. Her flat stomach flexed as she arched her back to grind into my shaft. She pushed my head into her tits and laughed. It took no time at all for me to get hard. The arguments were always terrible, no matter what I said or did she wasn’t happy. But the fucking afterwards became a pattern. Eventually, my dick began to expect it even when my brain didn’t. I would start to get hard as she berated me. “You’re terrible. You’re the reason this relationship is dying. This is all your fault. It’s you’re fault I’m so unhappy….” Hours of it brought my head to total exhaustion. I couldn’t defend myself any longer. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” I would start to say. “It’s my fault, you’re right. I made you mad on purpose. Everything you’ve said is right. I’ll stop hanging out with them. I’ll spend more time with you. I’ll stop saying those things, listening to that music, I’ll let you decide.” As soon as I started to say it and stopped fighting, my dick would stiffen. Her mouth would twist into a small smile, knowing she won. She wore me down. Now she would fuck me as a reward. The message she was giving my cock was so simple. “Just give in, let me take control of your actions and emotions, it will feel so good. I’ll fuck your brains out and let you cum all over my huge tits. You want that, right? Does your hard cock want that? Look it my perfect body. Your dumb teen brain can’t resist it, it’s so fuckable. That’s all you want to do, isn’t it? All you need to do is admit I’m perfect and you’re terrible. It’s your fault, and you owe me so much. You serve me. If I’m unhappy it’s because you are terrible. Thaaaat’s it. Good boy. And now I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
Next is the slapping sound of her firm ass cheeks on my thighs, her moans in my ear. Her soft tits as they cover my whole face, becoming my world. “Yes, ohhh yesss” I say to her. In my head screams the words “it’s all worth it. It’s all worth it. All the abuse. All the degradation. I want it now. I want her to destroy me so she can own me. I want her to remove my dignity so I can cum. I want to be abused more so it can feel even better. Please. Please. I love it. I love you. I’ll say anything. I’ll say it til I believe it, because she makes my dick feel so so so so good. Because she has me wrapped around here finger.
Her pussy tightens on me as I slide in and out faster. I’m gonna cum. It’s only been as few minutes but I can’t resist her. I grope her ass as she rides faster. My hips start to thrust harder automatically as the sperm builds in my balls. The pathways in my brain get more receptive and addicted to her as it feels better and better. She gives me a big smile, so happy that I submitted to her and gave her control again. “Go ahead, cum.” She whispers in my ear with a smile. A gasp and a moan escape my panting mouth as I go over the edge. My dick thickens even more and she tightens over it. My brain and dick pump me full of the pleasure chemicals as a reward. She rocks her hips forward to grind even harder into my shaft to make it feel even better. My tongue is hanging out from the orgasm as it starts to surge through me. My tongue brushing against her nipples as she keeps her tits right where she knows they can control me. A bolt of pleasure shoots through me and my dick explodes. I can feel the cum spurting out of my dick. It doesn’t stop. The pleasure is soo much better than I expected. My mind is overwhelmed. Slack jaw and drooling, I moan uncontrollably. So good so good so good so good. Her smile is huge now. She continues grinding her hips on me, extending my orgasm. She whispers in my ear, “you did so good.” The thrusting calms down as my body spends it’s last bit of energy. My eyes close as I let out an involuntary sigh. She cleans my dick with her tongue. It’s still hard, little drops of cum dripping out of the tip. The last thing I see before I pass out is her face, grinning. Grinning because she knows she owns me. Grinning because she knows I got more addicted to her tonight. Grinning because she tore me down and fucked me so good. Grinning because she knows she won. Grinning because she knows we’ll do it all over again when I wake up. Grinning because she knows I want more abuse.
A smile breaks over my face is I fall asleep. I can’t wait to give in to her again.
Lullabuzz [F/NB] [long distance]
I love when you start to fall asleep on a call. Your words slur a bit, your eyelids droop, and you get the silliest little smile. I knew it was happening before you even did. “Baby, you should go to sleep! You’ve had a long day.” The words came out soft even as my thoughts turned naughty.
“Nooo, I’m okay, really! I want to stay here with you,” you slurred, pouting. I couldn’t help but smile…
“Who said anything about you going away? I have an idea, baby. I want you to grab your Bluetooth toy and put it in, okay?”
You cocked your head to the side, leaned over to grab it out of the drawer, and then sat with your legs spread open in front of the camera. “Good view?”
“Best view,” I responded immediately, grinning hard. Then I saw your head lean back as you slid the vibrator into your tight little pussy and I couldn’t help but moan, wishing it was my fingers. “You’re such a good little slut, lovely.”
How you blushed at that and not your lewd display, I’m not sure. “Thank you ma’am,” you mewled, as you seated the toy fully inside yourself. “Now what?”
Love in the Arms of the Sasquatch [MM]
It was late summer in 1997 when I first came to the Pacific Northwest. I was traveling with a group of scientists who were searching for a rare fungus that was endemic to the region. We made our camp about 30 miles away from the nearest outpost.
Our days were spent searching for the elusive fungus and cataloging other forms of fungi in the region. We also cataloged other forms of flora to see if there was a correlation between the presence of certain plants and the fungus for which we were searching. I found myself separated from the group and estimated that I was about 6 miled away from camp. I was cataloging everything I could find and had lost track of time. I tried to find my way back but I had left no trail markers and soon became very lost.
Reporter’s dilemma part 04
By the time the kids got home, Caroline was feeling somewhat more like the Mom they’d be expecting to see. The valium had really taken the edge off her anxiety, and her ass was hurting a lot less. She listened, smiling and nodding at the right spots, as her 8-year-old daughter Mindy and her 6-year-old son Connor told her about what had happened at school.
The kids went off to play a video game, and Caroline set about making dinner. It was soothing to be able to focus on something else, as she measured out flour, water, everything she needed. She was going to make a homemade pizza, none of that ready-made pie crust, that had all the flavor of week-old cardboard. Her pizza crusts were all made from scratch, and she enjoyed the looks on people’s faces when they got a taste of her pizza. After mixing it thoroughly, she left the dough to rise and started to chop up the toppings, mushrooms, green pepper, green olives, and pineapple. The kids LOVED pineapple on a pizza, and Caroline had to admit, after trying it herself, she had become a fan of it too. With the practiced ease of a chef, Caroline laid out the dough in a big square pan, covering it with a generous helping of her Mom’s homemade pizza sauce, spread the toppings, and a heaping of shredded mozzarella cheese on top.
F25 – does this count as cheating? [almost-cheating] [size queen] [masturbation]
Secretly, I was always a size-queen ever since I first saw a really hung guy naked in a man’s locker room (accidentally walked in during swim practice).
I have been with the same guy for 6 years now (it’s great and I love him), but before that I only ever slept with two guys. All of them are average-sized. I don’t mind that during sex, but I always found big hard cocks beautiful. Especially if they’re clean, maintained and elegantly shaped. Somehow, I admire them instantly upon seeing them.
So, a guy sent me a facebook request the other day, and I accidentally accepted it. He sent me a dick pic – it was not only huge, but looked perfect. We ended up flirting (even though I tried my best to resist it), and long story short we turned on our webcams and masturbated and teased each other. He not only knew the right things to say, but also the way he said them – he was so dominant, strict and kept telling me what to do in such an authoritative way that totally worked for me. Ended up cumming 4 or 5 times before he too came. It was the hottest experience I ever had. I never had such intense pleasure even from sex. However, when he came, a few seconds later guilt and shame set in. I started thinking – how could I do this to my bf?
Newly Divorced – Part 1
I look at Julie’s profile, as she is listening intently to the judge. A ray of light makes its way into the judge’s office, hitting her face, turning her red hair into a mass of fire; I cannot help but thinking how stunning she looks. She has dressed for the occasion: a very strict blouse and jacket, and a long pencil skirt, business-like attire – because she does mean business. I feel under-dressed, in my jeans and Nirvana t-shirt. After 14 years of marriage, she still looks amazing. Too bad this has to end this way…
She finally senses that I am staring at her. She slowly turns her head towards me, her light brown eyes shooting daggers. She straightens herself in her chair, and turns back to the judge, who finishes reading the document.
« — Mr. Boisseau, do you agree to the terms? suddenly asks me.
— Uh?
— Do you agree to the terms of the divorce I’ve just read? »
Julie turns towards me again, her face a mask, with the stern attitude of a sphinx ready to pounce on the lost traveller. I see the glimpse of a smile in the corner of her mouth, that she tries to repress. Glad to see I can still make her laugh!