Devoured: Resurrection [Erotic-Horror][Incubus][MF][Blood][Oral][Creampie][Series][Mind-Control

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    As she stood staring into the dark rolling waves, she knew this was it, her last hope. A last-ditch attempt for liberation. She had tried to do things the right way. Endlessly working to better herself, to be the person they always wanted. The daughter her parents hoped for, the woman the man she loved had asked for. And the mother her son desperately deserved. He needed her most than any other, but sadly, it was hopeless. She was hopeless. No matter how hard she tried, she could not escape the demons of her past, so why try anymore? She was tired, so desperately tired.

    The gentle coarseness of the sea-soaked sand beneath now pulled at her, begging her to let go. To walk into the ocean and let the foul substance that she’d consumed earlier take its course. She wanted this. She had no fight left in her and thought this would be the best for everyone. That she just give in and let the threads of her life fade away.

[C] Cyberpunk: A Humiliating Hacking [M 20’s] [F 20’s] [Molestation/rape] [Mind control] [Femdom]

[Features: Humiliation, small penis humiliation, cyberpunk, brain hacking, post orgasm torture, rape and molestation, premature ejaculation, female masturbation]

Cassandra, or as everyone actually called her, Cassy, was a bit of an odd duck. She had grown up in the System and that had most certainly not helped anything, moving from one bad home to the next and sometimes living in modern orphanages called Foster Care housing. Either way, it had helped her quickly get use to what everyone felt sooner or later. Power Disparity.

The Club’s music was loud and the lights were strobing enough to give a regular man a seizure.

That was a healthy part of the why. Why the way she was the way she was. But it wasn’t the whole story. Sure, a shitty childhood growing up, being helpless, was a strong part of it. But it wasn’t everything. Here in Cyber City (renamed from Franklin City due to the mayor having extraordinarily bad taste), and most of the surviving planet by now, the Power disparity was insane. One poor man could starve and die on the streets and another man with money could augment himself to be able to withstand high caliber bullets and think at 10x the speed of a normal human. And that was without getting into the really high tech level individuals.

Dinner night. [F36-42][M23] [drugs] [cnc] [oral] [dom] [oc] [fiction]

*This is my first story written and submitted. I have had a story line in mind for a long time and decided to put pen to paper. There will be multiple parts including some flashbacks, this specific piece is a bit more mellow on the tones but cnc type content will become more of a focus down the line. Any constructive criticism is welcome as I’m new to this. Any issues with tags or content please let me know and I will fix them. Hope you all enjoy.*

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*”You have barely touched your food”* That voice took me out of the daze I was currently in, looking around briefly before my eyes fell on hers. She had a piercing stare. I looked down at my hand and saw hers cupping it. *”He will come around”* I turned to the new voice across the table from me. A tall dark haired man sat chuckling as he took another bite of steak. I turned back to the woman. *”Sorry I must have spaced out”* she gave my hand a few pats before pulling away tending back to her own plate. *”It’s not a rush love, take your time”* A chill shot through my body at those words and I found it hard to sit still. The man across from me was her husband and he couldn’t be wearing a wider grin.

Graduation Sleepover, pt. 4 [M40FFFF18-19][Breeding Kink]

The sexual tension between Janelle and I was tremendously thick as we ate our dinner. The sandwiches I’d made were devoured without a word exchanged between us, my eyes couldn’t be bothered to tear away from her naked body. She hadn’t even bothered to dry before joining me in the cabin’s kitchen, the warm water from her recent bath making her fair skin shimmer under the overhead lights. My arousal became stronger with every move she made.

Each bite she took seemed to shake her large, cantaloupe sized breasts, sending them swaying back and forth on her chest. Her pink nipples stood firm, hardened from the chill biting into them, or her own horny need. Golden hair clung wetly to rosy cheeks and the flushed chest atop her breasts. Small rivers dried along her curves as the waters dwindled, leaving gleaming fields of goosebumps across her skin. She leaned against the black granite countertop of the island separating us, arching her back, bringing her firm, round rear into view. Her long legs, chiseled from years of dedication to volleyball, hoisted her glorious ass up, and she laughed around a bite of sandwich when she bounced on her toes.

28[F4M] NV Daddy’s Little Whore💜. [Married to Crime.]

Hello there 18+ or 20+ please. Read everything. Long term.

(Read all please.) (Preferred age for the Top 30-40.)

(Looking for someone can match my writing style or close enough for this rp. Please DM with kinks and limits. Your Character (prefer height 6′ or over and a opening or your own reply to the starter.)(interracial couple included.)(Come with your best starter or detail of your character.)

“You don’t know what you did, did to me. Your body lightweight speaks to me. I don’t know what you did, did to me. I found it hard to find someone like you, I’ve been goin’ through some things. I don’t wanna give you the wrong impression
I need love and affection
And I hope I’m not sounding too desperate. I need love and affection.”
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“Emmy. My sweet Em… How many times have I told you to behave? Huh? You can’t keep acting out when it involves Daddy’s money. You scared off a valuable customer. He literally thought you where going to cut his hand off. I told you so many times… I won’t let them touch you but, I need you to behave…” Grabbing my chin you tilted my head up to you. My eyes half focused and half glossed over. My body lay on our big king sized bed we shared.

[Group] A vacation game gone wrong (or very, very right)

Hi everyone! So this is a true story about something that happened in my group of friends, and I’m going to tell it from a third person perspective so as not to directly insert myself into the story – I think it’s best told from a totally impartial perspective. Forgive me if it’s a little long, but if you do happen to read it all, I hope you’re rewarded and feel free to message me about it with your reaction afterwards!

So I’m part of a friend group that goes back to the very first year of high school. We were always the shy, nerdy group, and that’s how we all gravitated towards each other. We did very well academically, and our group was always closer and more stable than some of the more popular kids.

Many years passed, and we remained close friends out of high school and into adulthood. Literally every week, we’d get together and hang out, and do mostly incredibly boring things. We don’t drink. We would NEVER do drugs. It was always just chilling, talking about our lives, watching something, and playing some games. I should also note that despite a whole lot of crushes and tension (mainly from the guys towards the girls), everything remained strictly platonic the whole time.

Platonic Friends 19 – First Date Pt 2 (fiction, 23M/23F/23F, Con, Friends, Roommates, Open Relation)

We had only gone maybe three holes before Felicity’s panties were in my pocket and her ‘*skirt*’ was forced up to where she was showing off the fact her plug was showing….along with her pink leash hanging out of her vagina.

And Emma’s button up shirt was now ‘mostly’ unbuttoned showing off her stomach….and cleavage.

Now why were they dressed like that?

Simple I was fucking with Felicity by playing dirty with the vibrator stuck in her constantly turning it on and off when she’s putting and messing that up and taking her ‘more’ strokes to get the ball in the hole. While Emma was actually playing like a professional so she can loosen up her outfit and I was allowing it.

Why was I doing this?

Easy, because for the most part there was hardly anyone here playing miniature golf and there was enough decorations and foliage to essentially hide what we were doing.

The gayest straight relationship I’ve ever been in [FF]

Bro… idk. This one gets weird. It’s not quite a funny story or particularly hot. You’re welcome to unpack this mess with me though…

It started out pretty normal. We were just really close best friends who loved each other. She was like… my favorite person in the whole world and I wanted to be around her all the time. And I thought she was beautiful and really cool.

And she said the same about me…

The truth is we were broke as fuck which led to us walking up to *that* line. We had a two bedroom but it didn’t make sense because I slept in her bed every night. We downgraded to a studio and sold my bed.

*We bought alcohol and drugs with the bed money.*

It was only natural for us to change in front of each other. Our closets just kind of melded into one, and we got ready together every morning and before we went out. Nudity just became a natural thing we stopped even acknowledging.

Then we started showering together… To save water. That’s literally what we said. Why would we shower apart when we could use half the water?

How I [24M] fucked the hot bodacious Track and Field girl wild child [F]: one night stand turns into the best sex of my life

Flashback to 3 years ago I’ve just finished up my second sophomore semester and am on our college’s campus in June. That year a large contingent (around 75%) of the sophomore class independently have decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather and enroll in classes for the summer. We are the only ones there and it feels like camp except only it’s college version.

Change Happens: Chapter One (Part One of Two) 21+ {F36/M38] [Straight Sex] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Creampie] [Quick Sex]

Chapter One: The Same Old

I knew what she was thinking. “She is a slut or a prostitute,” was what most people thought about me when they first looked at me. After all, I was used to it, built the way I was and the way I dressed. I was practically asking for it.

I waved at the woman as I passed her by the oranges in the produce section. My heels clicked and clacked on the tile floor, and I smiled at the poor produce clerk as he looked at me. When I passed, I heard the familiar noise of something dropping.

‘Poor guy,’ I thought to myself.

Another woman stared at me with eyes that could bore a hole through metal. Again, I just shrugged it off. I couldn’t help it.

I loved my body. What was the saying? If you got it, flaunt it. Well, I had it in spades. Long dark black hair and an athletically toned body that I took care of every day at the gym and at home.

I ate healthy because I wanted to keep my figure. I hardly drank and never smoked in my life. The payoff was a body I loved, and so did my husband, Jeff.