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“An unceasing desire” Installment 1 of possibly many to come (hah)

So writing is fun, but takes a lot of time. If you guys like this story so far I'll add more later. It's going to be about man and his increasingly persistent libido, which leads to many interesting encounters but eventually disrupts his psychology and mental health and leads him to disaster and depression… until he encounters a mysterious girl named Lihua, who helps him to overcome this affliction.

Dear Lihua, Where to begin? After reading my note, you may not believe me. You may think that I am a deviant pervert, a delusional eromaniac or simply a stalker. But I must tell you, and I must thank you Lihua, for saving me from the torture that I had lived for thirty five years of my sad life.

Lihua, if that is your real name. We met only once nearly seven years ago. To you, that night was probably only a fleeting bit of fun or rebellion; you were so young and without a care in the world. You told me you were twenty three, but I didn't believe it even then. I could tell from your honest eyes and your smooth, tender skin… and from the way you giggled and your high voice. I only hope that you were of age… I imagine that since then you have changed quite a lot. I only hope that the world was not overly cruel in taking away your youth. I hope that I did not contribute to that inevitability…
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[M]y girl[F]riend and I corrupt a Christian [F]riend

My girlfriend, Emily, and I were invited to go to a church event by one of her friends, Beth.

We debated for a little while whether or not to go as Emily and Beth hadn't seen each other for roughly four years, but figured we were free and said "'fuck it". So we headed out there, and let me just say; neither of us are the least bit religious, so we didn't know exactly what to expect.

It started off a pretty boring, we talked and watched a poorly done religious movie, I had half a mind of faking a phone call and leaving, but my girlfriend was having fun talking to her friend, so I toughed it.

I'm glad I did, because after the movie everyone was heading home, but Beth's ride couldn't make it, so Emily offered her a ride with us. We started back towards the town we all lived in, and Emily offered to show her our new home (we had just moved in a couple of weeks prior) and Beth gladly accepted. So we drove to our house and we showed her around. Emily and Beth began talking at the dinner table and started drinking some wine, I decided I'd go watch some hockey until they were done, I watched the Red Wings lose to the Flames and after the game I went to go get a beer from the kitchen and I saw Beth crying onto Emily's shoulder, apparently she just went through a break up and really needed someone to talk to, so she called Emily and I. I could tell both of them were a little drunk. Read more »

Kerina’s College Humiliation, Ch.8: The Sound of Silence [fM][oral]

Kerina arrived back at her dorm room, it was about 3pm. Pat accompanied her there, holding the large bunch of master keys in his fat hand. He was the picture of politeness, but he was in no rush and was enjoying watching this pretty little thing walking in obvious discomfort across the University grounds to her dorm room, dishevelled and dressed only in a blanket.

Arriving at her room, Pat pushed the key in and turned the lock, pushing the door open. Kerina was relieved that Lisa still hadn't returned home and she padded bare foot into the room.

"Uh thank you for…uh for letting me in," Kerina said embarrassed, desperately wanting to get dressed.

"No worries little lady." Pat said smiling, though it seemed the smile didn't touch his eyes. "oh one thing though"

"What is that?" Kerina asked standing there looking foolish in her room like this.

"Well the thing is Kerina, this report I write is gonna have to go ta the principal. You could be in a lot of trouble."

"B-but I explained, it wasn't my fault!" Read more »

Sway [MF][Anal][How dare you ask me for this you dirty slut][You ever made a man so angry he fucked you up the ass?]

I told you not to thank me until it's over. And this—this is far from over.

Love is an inherently deranging effect. By it's very nature, when love comes into the heart of a person it causes them to act “differently.” To act in an irregular fashion. This framework will eventually become the new normal. The person, the deranged individual, will fall into a new rhythm as will their partner. The entity know as the “relationship” will also go about such changes.

You may be wondering why I'm talking about averages and shifts in behavior when I have you tied down, neck bound inches above the mattress, ankles and hands cuffed together with your mouth sealed shut. I grant you, this probably isn't how you expected this story to begin. But bare with me. As if you have a choice.

Love changes things. It makes you become someone new. And my love for you is just that—it has transformed me. It has made me better. So when I asked you if there was anything I could do for you after all the beatings and bruising your body like spilled paint–I thought you might say something like a spa weekend. Something like 'bake me a cake.' It never crossed my mind that you'd hold your breath, steel yourself and look into my eyes requested that we have a threesome. Read more »

I’ve never written anything like this before but I wanted to give it a shot. Feedback would be much appreciated.

As soon as I walked into my apartment I knew he was there. Standing, just out of sight, I could feel the heat radiating off of him in waves. the desire barely contained. I put my purse down and went to turn around when I felt him step forward and press me against the wall. He Gripped my wrists, pulling them above my head with one hand, while he grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the side,exposing my neck, with his other. "Have you been a good girl today?" He whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine as he pulled my hair harder. "You know I have" I whispered back. I could feel my heart racing and my breath coming quicker. "No, i don't think you have" he said "I told you to never wear those heels in public, they're for my pleasure only. No one else is allowed to see what's mine…" Oh no, the heels. They were the first shoes I saw as I ran out the door for work this morning. "Do you know what I do to bad girls who don't do as I say" he asked as he released my hair only to have his hand wrap around my throat, adding just enough pressure to show that I was truly at his mercy, he could do whatever he wanted with me. "You punish them" I stammered feeling my body start to quiver in anticipation. "That's right, I punish them. Now, walk over to the kitchen table and bed over it. I want your ass on display for this." I started to pull away to do what he said but stopped when I felt his large hand squeeze my throat. "What do you say" he asked calmly, looking into my eyes, "yes..yes sir" I whispered and he released me to follow out his instructions. Read more »

Uncle Mark, Ch. 1 [MFf] [inc] [mast] [voy]

Mark and his brother Sam had a great time catching up on the past three years during the drive from the airport. Mark told Sam about his overseas wanderings, and Sam filled Mark in about the family: his wife Jen and their only daughter Valentina, who had just turned sixteen. Visiting Sam and his family was always a great way to come back from a journey, and Mark had made it a tradition for the past decade to weather his jet lag at his brother's suburban home.

Although they were brothers, the two of them did not look much alike. Sam was light-haired and round of face, while Mark was dark-haired and rugged, with a perpetual shadow of stubble on his angular jaw. They swung into Sam's driveway and Mark gazed with a measure of envy at the fruits of Sam's success. The house was large and gorgeous. As usual, a voice in Mark asked him, "What are you doing wandering the globe? Wouldn't it be better to just settle down and have a place like this to call home?" He got out of the car and hefted his travel pack over one shoulder. He was dressed in a grey V-neck tee shirt that clung to his trim, athletic frame; and cargo shorts and sandals. The uniform of the bum. But at least he was a handsome bum and could pull it off. Read more »