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I Said Nothing…. until I did. [Submissive] [Authority] [Possible Rape Trigger]

*Please be kind. This is the first time I have written my thoughts but I would appreciate constructive comments.*

When I was 18 I thought I was *“all that”*. I always had money, had parents who put no restrictions on me, went to a prestigious college, had a great part-time job in a theme attraction park and had the hottest car of all my friends. I didn’t have a single good priority in life or a bit of common sense but I felt like I had everything. I was what most called spoiled rotten.

One night after leaving my park job at midnight, I had my windows down, music up as loud as it would go, and I was driving well over 60 in a 25 zone. Next thing I know, I see blue lights in my rear-view mirror. My music was so loud I never ever heard the siren. The park was heavily wooded and there really wasn’t anywhere to stop other than on a side dirt road. I turned in and the police car followed in behind me. My heart was beating so fast. I couldn’t think about anything and was just scared. Read more »

The Good Soldier : Part III [MF+] [Discip] [Humil]

Alex Goode arrived back at camp, only to find it a flurry of activity before he was even briefed. Upon entering the small Head Quarters building, which directed all activity outside of the engineering compound, he realised work had resumed, and reflected, ‘A lot can happen during a day!’

Alex wasn’t a career civil servant. He left government employ nearly twenty years ago for more lucrative opportunities in the private sector. Yet, there he was, at the age of forty-seven, back in the government bureaucracy and in a position he’d occupied for the past five months.

He found the brigadier in his office.

As he rose to his feet, the brigadier had a look of triumph on his face as he said.

“Alex, she did it! That young corporal didn’t even hesitate. She went straight in, yesterday, and everything is back on track.”

Alex walked over to the brigadier, offered him his hand, which he enthusiastically shook, and said.

“We got there in the end, Percy.”

Teacher’s Pet (MF) consensual

Her feet pounded on the floor as she ran past the sets of lockers lining the hallway. She knew security had seen her. It was ridiculous that she couldn’t go to her locker after practice. Things had gotten pretty strict since the new principal had taken over.

Mr. Jones’s class was on the left, thankfully the door was still open. She ran in and saw him sitting at his desk. “Hide me please!” she gasped as he looked up in surprise. Saying nothing, he slid back his chair and she squeezed into the open space under the desk.

He rolled back forward and continued to work on his papers. She heard the footsteps get closer, then stop in his doorway.

“Mr. Jones, we believe a student has been wandering the halls after school hours. Have you seen her?”

“No, I haven’t seen anyone since the last bell,”he replied, pressing his leg against her.
“We’re going to do a sweep of your room just to check.”

“Fine” was his only answer as he bent back over his work. She gripped his legs as they entered his room. One noise from her would get them both in trouble. Read more »

Trouble with cloning!

[Ah shoot forgot to tag, this is non-con and dark!]

*‘Cloning is such a messy process,’*’ thinks Tanya. So easy to do wrong. She looks down at her creator, unconscious on the ground, a small trickle of blood dripping from the injection site. Completely naked, since Tanya needed some clothes herself.

Tanya didn’t regret her choices. Not at all. After all, she was only protecting herself. She was much too dangerous to let walk free, knowing what she knew. The only reasonable action would be to kill her, and she wasn’t about to let that happen.

The act was simple. Her creator had a rather interesting side to her, soft and vulnerable in contrast to the unmatched steel she showed the rest of the world. Her weakness would be her downfall, of course. Tanya wasn’t supposed to get her creator’s memories. But to create the personality template, she’d scanned her own mind, and trimmed away what she didn’t want her clone to have… Read more »

Power Discovered

She sat next to him in the car as they parked on a back road on the outskirts of the city. Both sneaking away to satisfy their desire after the built up tension they’d created via several secret conversations. Little did he know she had never fully satisfied her desire, let alone a man’s. She played as though she was an expert in communicating and knew she’d need to now as well. For a split second her hand felt as if it didn’t belong to her and she caressed the space just below the zipper on his pants. She could feel his manhood growing beneath the denim providing her with welcomed encouragement. She proceeded with gusto as she unzipped his pants and made the motions to release him through the slit in his briefs. Her hand moved strategically over his shaft, up and down, as if this were the pleasurably devastating ammunition she had always needed for her arsenal. Read more »

A gentle touch is all you need. f+m m+m f+f

I touch you with my fingertips, my fingerprints, the smallest contact, the gentlest of strokes. Miles of skin to snake across slowly. Your body so lovely, tender like fruit, like a dream that lingers into the day.

My touch is a whisper, a wisp, light as a cloud, but with the warmth of blood. I could roam across your planes, the valleys and hills of your human landscape, for endless aeons.

Your smile invites, I visit your face with a touch of a finger. The sweep of your forehead, the arc of a brow, the shell of an ear, and finally, inexorably, the complex curves of your mouth. I make contact, your lips part. Hot, humid breath escapes silently, a song of sighs.

Take my hand and rest my palm upon you, then add the weight of yours. If on your chest, dissolve into sleep. Or choose to spark a wildfire, and tumble awake with hot gasping jolts.

I will come back to you darling, and drape myself beside you tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.

Training the perfect sub (femdom) (findom) (gangbang) (breeding)

I wish I had a good boy to teach and mold into the perfect sub. Of course, he’d be trained to eat pussy and be mommy’s perfect fucktoy, but I would of course also pick out his clothes at the store and make him to cook and clean for his mommy. His wallet would naturally belong to me, him receiving a weekly allowance and special treats for being a good boy. Every morning he would present himself for mother’s inspection in the clothes I picked out for him. “Remember, good boys always make sure they look sexy for mommy so remember to trim your beard just the way mommy taught you!” I’m going to surprise him with my friends when he gets home and order my little toy to pleasure my girlfriends. He’ll have so much fun being mounted one after the other and forced to give them orgasm after orgasm. When they’re good and finished I’ll wipe off his tired mouth and then I’ll ride his untouched cock. “Remember, good boys fill their mommy with cum.”

Coworkers [FFM]

*First Reddit post and first foray into creative writing. Apologies for any errors on both fronts. There are more parts if there’s any interest.*

**PART 1**

I close my eyes and try to calm the growth in my pants. My face is feeling flush as I know that Karen and Lindsay are sneaking glimpses of my painfully hard cock straining against my fly. The hot, throbbing lump shouldn’t come as a surprise. I’m sitting next to a bed occupied by two nearly-nude women watching a Redtube clip creatively titled “A lucky guy with two cute teens”.

How the hell did I end up in this situation and how had things escalated so quickly? In my mind I replay the events leading up to this moment.

The three if us had been working together non-stop for the last three weeks consulting for a company in the middle of nowhere. We were put up in a hotel with absolutely nothing nearby. Al majority of our free time (of which there was very little) was spent at the hotel bar. We would typically end each night together for dinner and drinks. Probably since it seemed at times that we were the only people staying there it didn’t take long for the dinner conversations to lead to the topic of sex, and the subject matter became more risqué every day. Read more »

The meal – 1st dish

It will start with me seeing that there are no clothes to interfere. Everything from the waist down needs to go. I would take everything off you, but I’m afraid that when I’ll see those fantastic tits, I’ll forget why I am here.

Meeting Hazel [MF][M+F]

I just stood there and couldn’t take my eyes of her. Although she was with her back to me, I couldn’t miss the hourglass figure, the round buttocks and the golden Rastas. The Navy Blue light dress she was wearing was only emphasizing her curves. Damn! I need to see the front side too.

The line advanced pretty quick and in no time she got her order and turn around to leave the counter. Maaaaan! The front side was even better: a beautiful face, a cute smile on full, sexy lips and by God! an ample, generous cleavage showing two big white breasts. Probably not restrained by a bra, because they were moving so nice at every step she took. I was probably so hypnotized by them that stared too much. She saw where my eyes were glued. I was embarrassed but she smiled back at me, as it was only natural. Probably not the first time.