Spinal Tap (Lara Croft, Creature, Forced O, Mind break/control)

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Coughing, bruised and battered, hanging from her restraints in a blank gray stone room: Lara rested as best she could while bracing for the next round of ‘interrogation’.
The strength in her legs sapped from having to keep herself upright while being caned in every conceivable place, her arms long since numb from being elevated, she could only think.

A low hum broke the rhythm of her labored breathing, as the lights once again came to life around her. Through the heavy iron door, her captor entered. A tall, slender Scandinavian man, he carried with him a glass cylinder, capped at both ends by steel hatches, containing a semi translucent fluid, though she knew not what.

“It seems you are much more resilient to pain than I was lead to believe, Lady Croft.” His thickly accented voice taunted. “You are forcing me, in your resilience, to resort to methods I could and would not otherwise employ. You see, before you lies a being not of this natural world; a being of, how you say, extra-dimensional origin?”
Lara turned to high alert, a fresh course of adrenaline rushing through her, preparing her to react in whatever way she could.
“I assure you, Lady Croft, that even were you not stripped of all but your wits, that you could not harm this being. As such, it in turn has no intent to harm you. The intentions of such a being are wholly benevolent, in as far as it can perceive.” Read more »

Published
Categorized as Erotica

“Dancer,” a story of just how far one woman will go to satisfy her partner’s- and her own- erotic desires. [CAUTION! erotic peril, breathplay, D/s themes, sacrifice, bondage]

Due to formatting and the length of the story, [it is hosted on google docs](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1glWX6y3bsXZabM3Q6WTa71r2mw_6wXoekcCuZPIZ7Kg/edit?usp=sharing).

Per the rules, here is an excerpt:

“This will be the last time we see each other,” he said to me. I could only nod. “Do you have anything you wish to say?”

I shook my head violently, squeezing my eyes shut. I had stayed in control this long. I couldn’t break now. I shook my head again, slower this time- but the tears could not be denied, and sobs wracked my bound body. I started to fall forward, to my knees, but Victor was there. Once again, he had his arms around me, stopping me from falling. I had fallen for him when we first met; I had fallen for him when we kissed. I fell for him now; and each time he had caught me.

In a few moments, I would fall for him one last time.

He said nothing as I sobbed and shuddered against him, tears staining the silk of his jacket. He held me, ran his hands through my hair. He made sounds of wordless encouragement until the worst of the fit passed. When at last I was able to remain upright under my own power, he released me and looked at me with a sad smile. Read more »

The Bookstore Stranger [fsub] [fm] [rough] [semi-public]

She was ten minutes late. Fucking bus. Mary wanted to send a text message to Eric and let him know, but she also kind of wanted to make him squirm to see what he would do, so she kept radio silence. The bus was two stops away from the book store now. She was the only person on it, and the rain outside hummed against the windows. When she got on the bus a dozen miles ago, the bus driver, an ugly man in his late 50s, looked at her like she should be ashamed of herself. She was wearing a strange outfit, but that’s no reason to stare at someone like they aren’t human. She tried pushing her skirt down a little bit. She felt the rough bus seat scratching the skin just below her ass.

She took out her phone, turned on the camera, and made sure her makeup was all right. Bright red lipstick. Winged eyes. Rain hadn’t messed it up too much. She contemplated wearing no make up at all, but she was bored, and wanted her face to match the outfit. A ripped band t-shirt. A pencil skirt. Black combat boots. Black leggings. Read more »

Walked past my ex-fwb [F]

Thought I’d inaugurate my first post thru sharing two of my best sex experiences with my ex-fwb that I walked past outside my waxing salon. Beware: long post!

I had a braz wax the other day and right when I was about to pay I saw my ex-fwb. It’s not really impossible to run into him again since his work and my place is just a walking distance to each other. Thank god I wore something cute. I hoped that when he saw me, he remembered everything we did in all the public places we went to. I kinda panicked when I saw him again after a long time but not gonna lie. I got so turned on just thinking about all the stuff we did. Lets call him “P”. Read more »

So I’m 22 [M]and My supervisor is working alone with me for an hour at some point this week, she is about 35-40 give or take and she is also a single mom. She is the very definition of a milf, (stacie, ill call her) stacie and I have

So I’m 22 [M]and My supervisor is working alone with me for an hour at some point this week, she is about 35-40 give or take and she is also a single mom. She is the very definition of a milf, (stacie, ill call her)

stacie and I have talked a lot together sharing stories and feelings because I’m just a very open guy and people just like talking to me about personal things for whatever reason. We have a terrific connection like a because of it. Recently we talked about how her son likes to have a gaming room set up. Because she knows I’m going into the tech career soon, idk if it was serious or she was just saying it but because we have gotten close I feel like she was hinting me visiting her home to “work” on her sons electronics. Directly afterward I looked at her straight in the eyes and I knew she meant “let’s fuck” Read more »

My ex was my plaything. [FM]

My ex, whom I wrote about in my previous post, was really into pain and humiliation. I would do degrading, hurtful things to him and he’d thank me. One of my favorites was choking him with one hand and jerking off his little prick with the other. I would have him stand against a wall and look deep into his eyes. He would meet my gaze with a meek and helpless look in his eyes. Hardly any words were spoken. My stare would convey everything to him. That he was nothing but a toy that I used for my amusement. No difference from a vibrator or a butt plug. Hell, those could probably please me better than he could.

At 5’8″ I was two inches taller than him and I always wore high heels when I did this. So I was literally looking down at him and he would look up helplessly. His eyes pleading with me to end his torment. To throw just a few scraps of affection his way. I always smirked as his eyes welled up. He was fooling himself if he ever thought he was going to get any respite from his torment. Read more »

Overnight Nannying while the wife is out of town. Part 1 [MF] [Cheating]

Bzzzzz..Bzzzzz..Bzzzzz

Rachel glanced down at the text she had just received, and her heart quickened

**Hey Rach, is there any way you could clear your weekend schedule? Lisa just got scheduled to be in Portland all weekend. She is leaving for the airport now. I know this is short notice but my weekend is crazy and my parents can’t keep them. I will be home some but have a giant project I’m trying to finish so I probably won’t make it out of my office much. You could sleep in the guest bedroom and just stay all three nights she’s gone. I’ll pay you your standard overnight rate with a little extra thrown in ;). I’ll be sure to take care of you! Please tell me you’re available.**

**-Drake**

She had mixed emotions. But the primary one demanding her attention was the one that made her stomach instantly have butterflies. Rachel had been nannying for Drake and Lisa for just over 4 months. In that time, she had developed a pretty good friendship with Lisa, who wasn’t THAT much older than her. At 18, Rachel was going to school online at a local college, really unsure of what the future held for her. When she saw the ad for a flexible nanny for two boys that were under three years old, she thought it was the perfect way to make some extra money on the side. Read more »

The bookstore Stranger [MF] [BDSM] [Rough]

She was ten minutes late. Fucking bus. Mary wanted to send a text message to Eric and let him know, but she also kind of wanted to make him squirm to see what he would do, so she kept radio silence. The bus was two stops away from the book store now. She was the only person on it, and the rain outside hummed against the windows. When she got on the bus a dozen miles ago, the bus driver, an ugly man in his late 50s, looked at her like she should be ashamed of herself. She was wearing a strange outfit, but that’s no reason to stare at someone like they aren’t human. She tried pushing her skirt down a little bit. She felt the rough bus seat scratching the skin just below her ass.

She took out her phone, turned on the camera, and made sure her makeup was all right. Bright red lipstick. Winged eyes. Rain hadn’t messed it up too much. She contemplated wearing no make up at all, but she was bored, and wanted her face to match the outfit. A ripped band t-shirt. A pencil skirt. Black combat boots. Black leggings. Read more »

Fucking (27M) my passed out slut GF (25F) [MF]

Before I go on, I want to explain she and I have a “free use” policy and always have for years. We allow each other 100% access to each other’s body at any given time. This means she can suck me whenever she wants it and I cannot refuse, I can mount her in the middle of the night if I want, etc.

It’s going to sound weird, but she’s always been the one overusing that policy. Not going into details, but I would be focused on some work, really busy, and she would go and get on her knees and suck me under my desk. By our rules, I couldn’t refuse (not that I wanted), no matter how distracting it was.

She is a light sleeper and often I would wake up in the middle of the night to her sucking me off, hoping to mount me. Sometimes yeah it’s annoying, and yeah I’d rather just sleep, but that’s how our couple is. I haven’t seriously complained once and neither has she.

We also have an open relationship and allow each other sex with other people, as long as they are strangers/people who we won’t develop feelings with, purely sex. Read my first story on Halloween night. Read more »

Harry Potter Inspired Non/Dub-Con [straight] [mf] [fantasy]

It was midnight and Hermione couldn’t sleep.

The Triwizard Cup was just days away, and she had promised Harry she’d find a way to remove his name from the tournament so he wouldn’t get hurt. She wanted to clear his name and keep him safe.

She sat up in bed, biting her bottom lip while contemplating whether or not she should try to go back to sleep. She sighed and made up her mind to get out of bed and head to the library to do some more research.

As she tied a thin robe around her silky night dress, she contemplated slipping on panties. She decided it wasn’t worth the effort. No one was ever in the library so late at night.

She padded down the grand hallway of her private school, unaware of the silhouette of a tall, dark figure following her.

She lit a candle and pushed open the heavy door to the main library. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and yawned. A shiver ran through her body and she wished she had worn something warmer. A flick of her wand and a fire sparked and burned brightly in the enormous fireplace. Read more »