Rockette’s Rocky Adventures [Fantasy][NC][f/MMM][bd][humil]

Ch. 1: The Introduction

“Shit shit shit fuck! Fuck!” A man dressed in black mutters to himself as he runs down an alley, panting, out of breath. “Fuck! No! Nonono!” He exclaims having ran down the alley only to meet a dead-end. He turns around to face his pursuer.

“Looks like you trapped yourself, idiot!” A young woman taunts as she comes around the corner of the alley in mid-air, gently descending to the ground. She was dressed in a tight, white, bright mini-dress with a symbol resembling a rocket emblazoned on the chest of the dress, matching knee-high heeled boots, flesh-colored/off-white pantyhose, white opera gloves, and a white domino mask to complete her look as the heroine, Rockette. The heroine was quite the sight to look at, her athletic-thin build with shapely long legs made her stand-out like a goddess. She was a sigh of relief to see as a law-abiding citizen, but she struck a chord of fear in some criminals.

“Rockette! You bitch! Why are you picking on a small-fry like me when you got guys like Don Diablo on the streets still!” the man yells in frustration, shaking an empty fist at her with the purse he stole in his other hand. The heroine scoffs having gently landed on the ground now walking slowly towards the criminal.

The first time I was properly tied up [FM]

If you’ve followed my stories at all, you probably will recognize this dude. I attribute a lot of my degradation kinks to him.

We actually met overseas. I was working and he was traveling. He stopped his travels and basically moved in with me.

He was also ex-military and had kind of a dark past. I do too. Instead of going to therapy we just had super weird sex like healthy adults.

*I was in my early 20s… cut me some slack.*

So we had this thing where I was not allowed to touch myself without his permission. In fact he made it very clear that he “owned” all of my orgasms. When I wanted to get off I would text him and he would tell me exactly what I was allowed to think about while I did it.He was a fucking artist about it too. He would paint very detailed and elaborate pictures of what he wanted. I once came without touching myself by just reading his text.

But sometimes he denied me.

Wedding Creme Chapter 1 – The Thief [MFF] [Breast Expansion] [Ass Expansion] [Bondage] [Wholesome]

WEDDING CREME by GlassofGothMilk420

An old vintage from the groom’s family distillery holds a surprise for his bride (and their maid of honor) after the rehearsal dinner … down in the tasting room.

tags: big breasts, breast expansion, body expansion, ass expansion, gulping/chugging, threesome, aphrodesiac, alcohol, bondage, femdom, gentle dom

Starring:

Pan as the Maid of Honor

Poe as the Bride

Buck as the Groom

Ted as the Uncle

CHAPTER 1: THE THIEF

Picture ample but believable cleavage with a trickle leading up the inner curve of the breast to the collarbone

Picture a full mouth softly gasping, tongue licking the corner of rich lips where something spilled on the way in. In the foreground, something round and smooth.

Picture that it’s the base of her palm, wiping her cheek clean of her shooter: it’s time to celebrate.

The Bride, the Groom, and the Maid of Honor are taking a bourbon shot together to celebrate the last guests going home, bringing the rehearsal dinner to a close.

ALL: “Bottoms Up!”

Pan, the Maid slammed back her shooter like nothing and was wiping her cheek before the Bride and Groom got the bourbon glasses to their lips.

A Christmas Miracle (MF Rape Impregnation Cheating BDSM)

Chapter 1

Miriam held the door open as Ron half supported, and half dragged his brother Ed through it. They’d gone to her in-laws for Thanksgiving for a holiday feast, but somewhere between pie and football, her husband Ed had decided to get completely drunk. At least he hadn’t embarrassed himself, or her too much this time, she thought as she watched the two men slowly stumble to the bedroom. They’d all been drinking of course, and she was more than a little buzzed, but she couldn’t understand why he went to extremes like this sometimes.

“Easy there buddy,” came the calm sound of her brother-in-law, Ron as he maneuvered his brother into the master bedroom. “You’re not going to puke on me now, are you?” Her husband made a muffled, noncommittal response, and then he was dumped on to bed. For the hundredth time she wished that Ed was just a little more like his brother. Physically they were very similar; They were both tall, with dark brown hair and eyes, but mentally they were very nearly opposites. Ed was loud, gregarious, and impulsive while his brother was…

I taught my boyfriend how to dominate me [MF]

This story starts kind of funny, but I promise it gets hot.

I dated a dude who claimed to be “very experienced” in bed. TBF, he had fucked A LOT more people than I had, but this is a very good example of why quality matters.

I had just come off of this spree of dating like four people who were batshit crazy in bed, including a dude who was obsessed with dominating me. I had always been naturally submissive during sex, but he kind of opened my eyes to how much I loved being degraded.

Anyway, I do casually mention my preferences to Inexperienced Dude and he’s like, “Oh, that’s super hot! I love it.” I assumed we were on the same page. However, there were a few red flags. For example, he once asked if I would ever swallow. I was like, “Bro, I’ve had cum literally all over my body. My mouth is like the least kinky place I’ve taken it” [Yes, I do have a [story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qn21ip/his_kink_was_getting_himself_off_while_i_was/) about that]. He also once asked what a guy would have to do to get me to do anal. I was like, “Ask for it?”

Blood Queen [MMF] [Violence] [Gore] [Blood] [Rape] [Bondage] [Domination] [Magic] [Vampire] [Death]

CONTENT WARNING: Scenes of graphic violence, scenes of rape, scenes of death.
(( Hey there, guy with the ironic name here, if you’ve read my stories before, well thank you firstly. Second, this isn’t gonna be the new normal or anything, I’m a romantic and can’t help that. Though I’m also not content to just have one flavor of ice cream if ya catch my drift. So here’s this. My vampire fetish. Note: I do not condone the actions of any single character in this work of fiction. Consent is King. ))

Men were dying, being torn to shreds by nothing but hands, having their throats and faces torn at by teeth. The grand hallway was covered in blood, it ran down the stone floors, it had splashed over paintings, coated the walls, some even dripped from the ceiling above. In the center of it all was a woman, some tatters of a dress still clung to her body, the pieces wet and sticky with mortal vitae. Her body was lean and thin, with long, well defined legs and slender arms and hands. Her short hair was covered in blood, sticking it to her head and hiding the color. She was an otherworldly beauty, with a visage that should belong among the Goddesses. Her eyes featured irises of the bright red color which coated her skin, and they were aglow with delight.

I order a fantastic, sexy woman twice my age and totally out of my league to suck my dick and swallow my cum–she then humps my leg till she cums [M] [MF]

Ellen and I caught each other on the rebound. We met when we both lived in a Caribbean resort area. After a nasty break up, I’d had 3-4 very unpleasant months of scrambling for a place to live, anonymous 1-night stands, way too much drinking and drugs, and more than a few times going home with some woman just for a place to sleep. This finally ended when I moved into a small apartment on the first floor of Ellen’s house. She lived in the top floor.

She’d had a recent breakup, too. A few years before this, her marriage of about 30yrs had ended abruptly. This made me realize my problems weren’t quite so awful. I was about to turn 26 when we met. She was obviously much older, though she liked to be coy about her age. I worked out on my own that she was 53yrs old.

I sexted with a celebrity [FM]

There’s probably no way to get yall to believe this is true, but here goes…

I can’t tell yall who he is, but you would indeed know him. I had to write this *very* carefully.

So I went to law school in a very large city where celebrity sightings weren’t uncommon. I had never really run into anyone I particularly cared about until one fateful day during finals when I realized I had just gone 14 hours without eating and needed breakfast to survive.

I quite literally threw on sweatpants and my ex-boyfriend’s fraternity t-shirt with no bra. I don’t think I even ran a brush through my hair and almost certainly hadn’t brushed my teeth. My hands were stained with highlighter and I even brought my notecards to practice as I waited in line.

My point is this: I looked like a god damned lunatic when this occurred.

So I’m in line to get a breakfast sandwich and hadn’t even looked up from my Crim Pro flashcards when I hear a vaguely familiar laugh behind me. I turned around and low-and-behold, it was *him* (“Celebrity”). I had been a fan for years and my jaw dropped as soon as I realized.

My wife’s co-worker and I had an instant connection, continued [MF] [anal, oral, bondage] [cheating] [forced orgasm]

“Will, there’s some woman calling in. I told her you were busy, but she says it’s urgent?” The receptionist, Marlene, leaned through the door into the conference room. “Says her name is Erica.”

I made a pained expression, then flashed an apologetic shrug to the room — a half dozen of my colleagues. “Erica, no last name? She say who she’s with?”

“Nuh-uh,” Marlene shook her head. “She wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Something about a listing, but I thought Tony said you weren’t doing listings anymore.”

“I’m not,” I said, “Give it to Pam.” Pam had taken the sales spot I’d vacated last month.

Marlene hesitated. “Umm. She said she only would talk to you. She was pretty clear about that.”

I sighed.

“She said something about being in your pocket,” Marlene continued, “Or from your pocket or something. I didn’t understand.”

Pocket? What?

“It’s ok, Will,” said Freddie, my boss, “We could use a break anyway. My coffee’s run out.”

Then the pieces began to click, my eyes began to widen. “Thanks, Freddie, everyone,” I mumbled, distracted. Erica Cheung, my wife Nancy’s co-worker, who last month at a dinner party shoved her panties in my pocket. “I’ll, uh, reschedule this.”

A surprise guest.

For context, the first part is messaging.

“Hey babe. How’s your day?”
“Ugh 😓 It’s been long. Too long. I’m probably just going home to unwind.”
“Ok hun. If you need anything, let me know 😘”
“😊”

I arrive home beaten down and drained. Check the mail, let the dog out, my usual everyday tasks. I look up the stairs and notice my bedroom light is on. Strange, I don’t remember leaving them on. “Hello?” I call but hear no reply. I write it off as nothing and ascend the staircase.

I enter my room and my jaw hits the floor. I find myself staring at the perfect body of one Miss Arabelle wearing only a grin. You managed to shackle yourself to my bondage bar and had the patience to wait.

“You sounded so sad I thought I would cheer you up.” You say. “I’m yours to do as you please.” I say nothing. Stunned, I stare at your perfect naked form. Admiring every inch of you. Then a sinister smile crosses my face. I begin to undress while staring at you the entire time.