Black & White (MF) (FF) (violence/Murder)

First part of a novella I’m goi g to write. This was typed on mobile, please ignore any errors, it’s not yet been cleaned up.

Black sat naked on the target’s lap, her long legs wrapped around him as his cock slid into her wet pussy. Black rocked her hips, taking the man deeper into her. He grunted with pleasure, cruelty squeezing her tits as he tried to fuck her harder.

The target didn’t notice White slip out of the shadows. Reaching climax the target closed his eyes as he twisted her tits even harder. In a flash, Blacks slender hands seized the man’a wrists in an iron grip, she pulled his hands away from her breasts. At the same time, White crossed the floor and slipped the piano wire garrote around the target’s neck.

In less than two minutes target was dead. Black climbed off the man and efficiently retrieved her clothes, black thong, black lace bra, and a black dress that barely covered her ass. The perfect disguise to ensure she got picked up by the target.

As Black dressed, White called her handler. “Ian, contract 176-131 is complete. Target is terminated.” White ended the call without waiting for a reply.

A day at work (objectification, free use, PIV, creampie, impregnation, MMf)

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. I do not condone what happens in this story. Also, english is not my first language and am on mobile.

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Norah barely made it to the train platform in time. She was wearing her long, bright yellow wool coat over her short and thin body, her wavy red hair cascaded down her shoulders as she ran to the front most car of the train – the one meant for staff – and climbed inside.

Her boss, mrs. Steel, stood just inside the door holding a clipboard. “You’re late” she said without looking up, “you’re supposed to be here at least ten minutes before the passangers board the train. We are leaving in one minute. You barely made it”. Norah only had time to spit out the words “I know, I’m sorry”. By now her passangers would be wondering where she was. She quickly removed her coat and shoes by her assigned hook on the wall revealing her completely naked body. She was slender and covered in freckles, her tits were on the smaller side but allowed for a nice tittyfuck. Norah’s nipples hardened as they were exposed to the cold. She grabbed a wooden box from a nearby shelf and hurried off to find her assigned compartment.

Night lights (alien, healing, car crash, strong and conflicted emotions)

<< OK, things a getting out of hand. You were driving. You were merely driving in the night, you had an accident, and now, “of course”, an alien being is taking care of you. An alien lady is actually abducting you, strapped down on a levitating stretcher. Of course. OK. You will wake up. You need to wake up from this pathetic alien abduction delusion. >>

**WARNING. This story graphically and viscerally describes yourself being badly injured in a car crash. Also, it is not directly erotic, but it explores kinks (breathing mask, bondage, hypnosis, gentle Femdom, states of altered consciousness, among other things) and is written by an adult for adults.**

# Night lights

We all know how bad the world can be with us. Being human is about that: Beauty and horror, pleasure and pain, pain and relief. Pain, and healing. Healing. Healing feels so good, little one. Somebody taking care of you, because you are worth it. You are worth the time, little one. Yes, you are worth the time. You are worth the time, and it is what my story will be about today. A nice story about healing.

Katz The Cowardly Cat [MM, MF, Furry, Cartoon, Mind Control, Torture, Rape, Sadism, Vore, Fanfiction, Horror, Humor]

[https://archiveofourown.org/works/20347078](https://archiveofourown.org/works/20347078)

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“DOOF! OW! D’OH! OUCH! EWW…” Courage repeatedly (but thankfully quietly) grunted in pain as he (sexually) excitedly tumbled his way down the ever-so-mouthwateringly fleshy and waxy internal slope of Katz’s collective right auditory canal, fascinatedly marveling at just how wonderfully and deliciously tender and pink the aforementioned flesh within said ear canal really and truly was (in addition to how delightfully long and squiggly its many, many adorable little hairs were) as he then finally landed face-first on the ever-so-beautifully hairy and wax-speckled floor of the blissfully unaware feline’s horizontal ear canal, warmly and erotically licking said floor with fetishistic delight and causing Katz to rather curiously (not to mention suspiciously and weirdly arousedly) twitch his right ear in response. Oh man, if ONLY he knew what was going on in there…

“I SAID, is your REFRIGERATOR running?” Di Lung suddenly brought his mouth ridiculously close to his phone and obnoxiously yelled directly through the phone line that said phone was now attached to into Katz’s right ear in his (trademarked) ludicrously thick Chinese accent, as a way of distracting said ear from potentially being able to pick up the sound, not to mention the incredibly ticklish feeling, of Courage’s fluffy little foot-paws going pitter-patter against the remarkably soft, delicate and sensitive inner surface of his horizontal ear canal; needless to say, he definitely felt the latter to an extent, but it luckily only provoked him into lightly scratching the outer funnel of said ear with his left index finger.

Enclosed [Age gap, anticipation/tension, stepfather/stepdaughter] Part 2

After Michael had smoothed out the excuses with Ralynne and his employer, he and Rose begrudgingly endured the two and a half hour drive to Rediscovering Futures. When they arrived, they were greeted by very benevolent staff, who assigned Rose a room, of which they informed the duo would have to be shared amongst themselves, but regardless the staff was grateful that a relative had decided to tag along for support. Michael discussed briefly with the charge nurse how it’s highly recommended, and yet very few people take advantage of the opportunity to have someone familiar accompany the clients during their stay.

As expected, the facility was something like an inpatient psychiatric unit without the formality. More of a behavioral camp, where structure and support resources were provided. The tour of the facility solidified Michael’s decision in keeping Rose here for the two weeks, possibly even longer. They had a library, a fully equipped gym with a swimming pool, activities and groups scheduled for every waking hour of every day, a cafeteria, a music and art room, nurses and technicians, and therapists on-site. The tour guide emphasized that most behavioral problems originate from some untouched imbalance in the psyche, and that a non-stressful but structured environment plus therapy usually yields great results. Michael was very thankful to that police officer now as their tour ended with the dorm he and Rose would be sharing.

Enclosed [Age gap, anticipation/tension, stepfather/stepdaughter, fluff] Part 1

Mid-October in Northern California brought with it mild temperatures and the forthcoming tide of holiday joy, something to swathe oneself in. It always seemed, as the season returned, that the population in general flipped on a switch to a happy default. Maybe it was the nostalgia heavy in everyone’s heads, but Rose Escalus must have been immune to whatever nostalgia that was, because she’d been in especially impulsive situations lately. She had just turned eighteen a few months prior, and had graduated high school a month after her birthday. And so now she was left with her routine broken. She’d decided not to enroll herself in college yet, claiming she just wanted a year off to relax. Her mother and biological father, Ralynne Cooke and Hayden Escalus, opposed this vehemently, arguing that once she broke the cycle, it’d be significantly harder to hop back on the bandwagon. Which didn’t surprise Rose, considering her parents had actually named her Bambi Rose, after the deer from a children’s movie. Growing up, the girl was ridiculed for her first name, and eventually she told everyone to address her by her middle name. A long time ago, the young woman had concluded her parents had always been airy and dreamy, despite living in a very concrete and rational world.

The ABCs of Erotica – G is for Godly Gays [MM – Anal – Con – Mythology]

G is for Godly Gays

Flipping an arrow shaft between my fingers, I release a heavy sigh. Glancing to the twinkling starry sky, I lift from the sidewalk, catching the air with white feathery wings. The flat roof of a tall building is where I land, my eyes surveying the vast city below.
Spreading love and desire would be much more…well…desirable if I wasn’t stuck here on due to a lost bet. I suppose I should have known Apollo would set me up at some point for the spite against Daphne and him…

…though I figured we were past that. It feels like eons since then, long forgotten from his memory is what I assumed. I judged poorly and he tricked me…sooner or later, everything comes to bite you in the ass.

One year.

That’s it.

One year passes in the blink of an eye, hardly batting eyelashes at how ridiculous time means…and yet…this year has felt like an eternity. Valentine’s Day is approaching and soon, the year ending where it had begun. Tomorrow, I can rejoin friends and family soon enough.

[MF, later only F] Anal Morning and Aftermath Afternoon

A pillow always comes in handy so early in the morning.

Currently, I was screaming into one as I felt a large shaft rod pump itself in and out of my painfully stretched anus.

Now mind you, in any other circumstances, I do love anal. I don’t think anyone would be particularly surprised when they see my appearance. One Asian pretty boy haircut blonde hair blue eye white woman of 27 years. But I love anal when my partner was more gentle. Gregory is using his cock like an overworked piston trying to aid factory workers in meet deadlines. And I prefer riding cocks. Gregory likes fucking a girl ass up face down in the pillow, like he was a dungeon master and I was the unfortunate prisoner who is going to suffer due to his lust.

His hands made its way from him previously groping my breast to my hips and I felt him pushing himself deep into my anus. Once his balls met my opening to my vagina, indicating his cock was fully buried, he held me in place with his hands acting like a vice. I look back in horror as I felt his cock twitch, a symptom of one thing.

The Stowaway [Sci-fi][Alien][Non-con]

Rose didn’t know how long she’d been in the crate. Her back ached; the cool metal of her container offering no comfort. Why should it? It’s not like it was made to ship people like this. The air was stuffy, and the air purification strips stuck to her neck were slightly whirring with the strain. It was all worth it though. Worth it to be off of that terrible rimworld. It was the kind of place you didn’t stay unless you couldn’t afford to leave. Rose had always dreamed of leaving. Of seeing the stars and discovering new things, and she couldn’t do any of that from that damned rock. That’s why she took the risk when a supply cruiser had landed in her town. Why she slipped in the crate when no one was looking, strapping the purification strips she had stolen to her neck and praying they worked.

Quality custom erotica! [writer]

Hi! I’m a freelance erotica author working full-time on writing and particularly custom erotic stories (next slot is open for last week of Sept / first week of Oct currently due to work in the queue currently) and I take on pretty much anything and everything. Underage characters, of course, are not accepted but I’m happy to work with extreme kinks or vanilla scenes and have covered a very wide range in the furry fandom and with human characters too. I’m available on FurAffinity for my full back catalogue or Literotica for a good selection, although I am still in the process of updating this list (300+ stories uploaded though so there is a good number up there!).

FA: [http://www.furaffinity.net/user/amethystmare/](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/amethystmare/)

Literotica: [https://literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=3853424](https://literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=3853424)