Little Red Riding Wood [M/f] [Dub-con] [Young] [Age Gap] [Virgin]

**DISCLAIMER: This story features deception, rough sex and themes of a dub-con. If such material offends or upsets you, please do not read on.**

**If like me, it turns you on or excites you, enjoy yourself!**

**This is not a rape story as consent is given but it is done so on deceitful terms, which while that may equal rape in the real world, in the realms of fantasy, I feel it is appropriate to label this dub-con. FAIR WARNING: The scene may paint that of a rape though, due to it’s rough nature.**

# READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED

**This story is, of course, entirely fictional.**

Once upon a time, there was a gorgeous young girl, known as Little Red.

She had been given her nickname by the people in her village, due to her petite stature and the fiery, red hair that flows like lava down to her waist.

Everybody in the village loved Little Red, for she was a free spirit. She’d always skip around, flashing people her sexy little smile and melting their hearts with her dazzling, green eyes which shone like beacons of emerald on her freckly, pale face.

Gay goes straight? [Request for M/F]

Wondered if anyone knew of any stories where a gay guy has straight sex? This seems to be an elusive topic for stories let alone anything else and google is no help at all. The most I can find is a few tumblrs. Thanks in advance!

Erotic Fargoth-Fiction [Elves] [Rectum] [Straight] [Gay]

You get off the boat in Seyda Neen. You can still practically feel the sway of the boat underneath your feet even though you are now on dry land. You look around the town, it’s really only a few wooden shacks. Morrowind was always more impressive in the stories you had heard from your Dunmer cellmate back in the Imperial City.

The people are just as uninteresting as the architecture. They seem to suffle around aimlessly, devoid of any life in their eyes or color in their clothes. But then you catch a glimpse of someone…different.

His bright green shirt stands out against the muddied grey of the town. His black beetle-like eyes are full of curiosity and wonder. His golden hair catches the sunlight. And his short stature…Well…arouses you in a way you can’t quite explain. You wanted him to dominate you.

You go over to greet this fine specimen. “Are you the one that boat dropped off? Odd to see a boat arrive at that time of the day. Hope the Imperials treated you okay. I swear they took my ring.” He said

You made up your mind to find that ring. And maybe if you found it, he could find love in his heart for you.

Secret Slut (FMMM, Multiple Partners, Gangbang)

This story is my secret. It all happened a couple of years ago. It was my first year out of high school, my first year at college. I was poor, like work study poor, going to classes six or seven hours a day, then working in the administration offices, then back to the little apartment I shared with three other roommates.

The house situation wasn’t perfect. My dad had been against it when I had told him what I had planned. It was far from home, my family was super conservative, religious and their little girl was wandering halfway across the country on her own for the first time.

“Sophie, really? A house with 3 guys, all strangers? What are you thinking?” He and mom had both called me multiple times. They had done everything just short of begging me not to sign the lease.

But the house was fine. It had been built in 1920’s a monster with four big bedrooms, three and half baths. The place had beautiful woodwork, wood floors, and plenty of windows. We all had our own room, every door had a lock, and the place was quiet and clean.

A Wonderful Couple [FFM] NSFW

Tying your waiter’s apron was as routine as the menu of the restaurant. Serving lobster every Monday with the same portions and spices as always. It was what the business was known for. The buttery aroma smelled nice, but it was something nice you had tasted before. Your worn black work shoes made very little sound as you almost glided across the dining room. Skillfully the plates you had been carrying were placed on the table.

   The class and pinpoint accuracy of your moves were done out of habit. The excitement of maybe failing wasn’t there anymore. You were no longer carrying a precious hundred dollar meals. The plates just had food on it, and that is when you heard something you hadn’t before.

   Staring you in the eyes the lady at the two person table looked at you and said “what are you doing here?” And then proceeded to look up and down your body. Her eyes took at everything you were and when they came back to yours they were still full of confidence and lust. Stunned you looked to see if anyone else who heard that. Your eyes find the only person who caught that was her husband. Who’s relaxed personality almost seemed to downplay his tone body and strong jawline.

Push Me Closer To The Edge, My Animal. [M/F] [Toys] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism]

He outdid himself this time. What the hell was he thinking? This was definitely the craziest gift I’d ever received. Still, it didn’t stop the wide smile and throbbing between my legs while I envisioned my semi-mysterious secret admirer.

In the wee hours of this cold, mid-January morning—three-fourteen a.m. to be exact—most people around my cookie-cutter neighborhood were either cuddled up, sound asleep in bed or reluctantly starting their snowy Thursday morning. However, I was a little over an hour into my latest stream, just like it’s been every Thursday morning for the past five years. Two to eight in the morning, five days a week has been devoted to getting myself off in front of thousands of captivated viewers.

The Former Trophy Wife (FM, Cheating)

The cold bites at my face despite the tartan scarf that comes up to my button nose and full lips. It’s so cold that I even worry about Dale as he runs across the playground towards his friends, stopping once to wave at me with mittened hands, before rushing off around the corner of the school building.

This wasn’t the life I’d imagined for myself back when I met my husband Joel in a swanky nightclub in London nineteen years prior. He was in finance and wealthy beyond comprehension for a young, naive girl from a quiet town. But I knew how to dress and I knew that I looked good, and that’s what caught his eye. A drunken romp in his hotel room had lead to a proper date, and that had lead to sharing a flat and then to the wedding day from my dreams. Joel wasn’t shy of telling me he like blondes with big tits and long legs, and I certainly covered all those check boxes for him.

My Wife Starts Dating

Chapter One

It had been a long wait. But my patience was finally rewarded. Yesterday my wife Lexy had her first “date” with her crush. It went well.

Let me back up a bit. I have been interested in being cheated on ever since I saw my wife flirting with a guy at our wedding.

It was three years ago. She was drunk. She had danced with this guy a couple of times. The they went outside to smoke a cigarette. I was drunk too. I went outside for some fresh air, and I saw them — their heads close together. Laughing. And instead of getting angry, I got really turned on.

I knew I was different then. But I had no idea that there were others like me. But a couple months ago I discovered online on an adultery website that there were other husbands like me. There were men who posted about their wives cheating on them, and they said how much it turned them on. It wasn’t cuckoldry, in the sense that they were not there watching. But nevertheless, they really got into the fact that their wives were out with other guys.

Let me write for you

Hey so a part of the fun of writing for me is I try to take the time to understand the kinks that make up the story. So I am more than happy to hear people’s kinks and fantasies. It’s all fascinating to me. I’ve always enjoyed telling stories, and creating art is basicly my life goal. I see it all as practice in storytelling. The more I practice the better I can get. So feel free to comment or PM what you enjoy, and maybe I’ll be able to turn it into a story.

The Waitress and the Cop, Part 5 [Mf]

They ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms that night after she blew him on the hotel bed. She awoke the next morning and found herself exactly how she was when she fell asleep—tucked neatly in James nook. They both slept so peacefully that neither of them moved. She didn’t dare move because she knew once he awoke then he’d have to leave. He’d surely have a family waiting to see him. The thought made her sad but she was happy they finally had a full night together, after six months of patrol car back seats and blankets on the ground in the woods.

“Rachel?” he wasn’t whispering but his voice was a bit horse. “I’m awake,” she said, rolling out of his nook onto her back. “Thank you for last night. I had a wonderful time,” she said, rolling to the edge of the bed and sitting up, looking around the small room for her uniform. She could hear he was moving now too and the sight of him getting dressed to leave depressed her too much so she didn’t turn around. After a few seconds James sat down beside her. He was still completely naked, his face had a light gray stubble and his arm and chest were imprinted with her hand and ear where she had been lying on him.