Tag: Drugs

Losing My Virginity in the Game Room [MF]

I grew up in a family of five brothers, and our lives were focused on high school sports and finding ways to earn a few extra bucks to help the family budget out. I was the youngest of the group and struggled with my confidence at times due to being the brunt of practical jokes, brotherly insults, and getting whooped once in awhile by a big brother.

In high school I was a pretty big guy due to spending countless hours in manual labor jobs, but I was a little soft because Mama always saved an extra piece of fried chicken or apple pie for her baby. I did pretty well in school and had some success on the baseball field, but I was a novice with the ladies and never got as far as second base.

When I got to college for my freshman year I realized my goal to walk on to the baseball team was not realistic, and so I dedicated myself to the gym, and spent hours and hours lifting, running, and cycling. I basically transformed my body, and the newfound attention from college girls was a big boost for my confidence. However, I wasn’t a hook-up guy, didn’t have any serious girlfriends, and ended my freshman year still a virgin. Read more »

MK Ultra [Str8, Bi, FFM, Drugs, NC, SM, BDSM]

Prologue

Inez made three staccato knocks on the door and waited. Dead silence. She stared down the empty hallway, hands idly tugging at the hem of her thin t-shirt. Some contractor had tried to mask the years of wear inside this anonymous high rise with a fresh coat of eggshell paint and the fumes were starting to make her nauseous. Inez puzzled over the generic modern art scattered through the hallway for a few languid minutes, then the front door cracked open and snapped her mind into the present. There was no sound of unlatching locks. James, scruffy and disheveled, leaned out into the hall. True to form he was decked out head to toe in Adidas.
“Athleisure suits you.” She said and flashed a grin.
“Come on in.” said James and returned a bemused smile. “The plants are in here.” He said as he turned around and motioned for her to follow.
“No how-are-you? No pleasantries?” she asked, feigning indignation. The question stopped James. In a heartbeat she caught an all-too-deliberate straightening of his posture. The instant he turned to face her something crystallized beneath Inez’s consciousness. Why did that little joke land like a jab? Was James acting strange? Did she tell anyone where she was going? Why was the apartment already empty? Is 6 months as coworkers enough to know a person? What are the odds? What are the signs? These were all the questions she learned to
ask and answer in a heartbeat. Read more »

Pink Smoke (1) [mc]

If Tom hadn’t stopped for a coffee that Sunday morning; if he hadn’t recognized his old schoolmate Sandra sitting alone at a table, sipping from a cup while checking her phone with a tired expression; if he hadn’t decided to go and say hi to her, because he had a crush on her when they were younger and now she looked even more beautiful then in school, her blonde hair tied in a bun that revealed her slender neck, wearing small glasses and a somber dress that gave her the professional look of a businesswoman; then his life would have gone on as usual, and he would have had lunch with his wife that day, as planned, as he almost always had.

“Sandra? I’m sorry, are you Sandra Leinster? I’m Tom. Tom Mallory, from… We were in class together, if I’m not mistaken”. Sandra raised her eyes from her phone and frowned. She looked tired, and of course older than the teenager he had known, dark shadows under her eyes. But God, was she was still beautiful.

Her smile was the same, too. “Tom. Of course! It’ s been a while”. Tom smiled, and shrugged. “Yes. Yes, it’s been what, 15 years?”. Read more »

Helping out a [f]riend – literally

This story goes back to the year of 2014. At the age of 20, I was, like probably almost every young, single man, bored and scrolling through Tinder. After a match with a hot, mixed girl (half African half European) we arranged a “date” in the coming days… Nathalie told me about her current situation. I felt bad for her. She told me about her “boyfriend” who was a drug addict and she could not get away from him. She didn’t love him, no, and neither did he I guess. The only thing they did together was doing drugs with their friends. I wanted to get her out of this. So we met, and had a good talk, it was serious and flirty. I must’ve been a real attraction for Nathalie, because she couldn’t get her hands and eyes off me.
The train station next to her hometown was where we met. There was a little retreat-zone with banks, chairs and tables. Sex was in the air. During the date, the tension grew bigger.. Nathalie would approach me and whispers “You are so fucking hot, and the bad thing is, you know it” with a demonic smile on her face. Approaching me, she just pushed me against the wall and grabbed my growing dick through my blue jeans. We kissed. Her hot wet tongue rushed into my warm mouth and I grabbed her big African butt and pulled her so close to me I could feel her hip pushing against my hard cock. “Mhh God I haven’t fucked in months, you make me so horny”, Nathalie says, while my hand gently chokes her neck, the other hand on her phat ass. “Is that so?” I replied, smacking her butt and smiling in her face. I could literally see and smell how horny she was, a little girl full of unsaturated desires. “Well I believe you would love to get fucked real hard now, right baby?”, I said with a deep erotic voice, pushing my big dick harder against her pussy. Nathalie almost couldn’t hold herself. I quickly checked if someone was close to see us, but when I saw there wasn’t, my hand immediately grabbed her pussy – and goodness, I could feel how wet she was through her jeans. We played this game for a while but nothing more happened that afternoon.
Later that night, she wrote me the following text (translated into English):
“-Ohw fuuuck.. I’m going crazy..
-I got the feeling my pants are soaked
-I would so damn love to get fucked by you real hard, so that I cannot walk anymore.
-I wanna feel you in my tight pussy, feel you, so that time stops running forever. Fuck me as soon as possible!!” Read more »

The Clinical Trial [MF] [Medical]

Louise looked up from the patient’s file at the end of the ward bed and looked the young man over. “Anything to report?”

The man lay on his back gazing up at the white ceiling. “I’m fine,” he mumbled, most likely bored out of his mind from such a long in-patient stay.

Louise sighed and brushed a rouge bang from her forehead as she wrote in the thick folder. Condition unchanged. “I’ll be back later to take your bloods.” She slipped her pen into the pocket at her breast and made her way back to the nurse’s station.

She sank into a swivel chair and pulled the hair tie from her strawberry blonde hair, which tumbled down, covering the pen in her pocket. A small moan escaped her lips. It always felt good to let one’s hair down. Unfortunately, the day wasn’t done yet, so she pulled her hair back, capturing that rouge strand of fringe and tied it anew.

The other nurse, Sandra, entered the station and gave her a weak smile. “Just so you know, Louise, there’s a new group of patients coming in.”

“Yeah, I know.” Read more »

The Great Exchange [MF] [oral] [creampie] [supernatural]

In every involving demons, devils, angels, and saints, there was a common theme. Anyone who dared make a deal with them often paid a high price. It didn’t always involve their soul, either. The moral of those stories was clear. Do things the “right” way and the right people got rewarded. Do things in a selfish, short-sighted way only led to loss and misery.

There was just one glaring problem with those stories.

They only ever told stories with a certain outcome, namely the one that helped ignorant idealists idealist sleep better at night.

Delilah Davidson had heard all those stories too. Growing up in a small, conservative town full of uptight, traditional people, she knew most of them by heart. Nobody ever questioned them. Everyone just assumed they were simple, right, and true. Then, she dared to defy every one of those stories when she made a deal with a demon…a real, non-metaphorical, full-fledged demon.

“I’m willing to pay that price. I’m willing to take that chance.”

Those were Delilah’s exact words when she made that fateful decision years ago. She told them to the reflection of her 17-year-old self that appeared in a dirty mirror at a cheap motel. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but she still remembered that day vividly. Read more »

Ellie Confidential – noirtybynight [Noir][FM][Stranger][Outdoor]

few years on the job made anyone a cynic, insensitive to the horrors people were willing to inflict upon others. A few more years and each case had been there before. Maybe slightly different details, but the same nonetheless. They lacked the shock factor to keep working days and nights, sleep in squad cars and cut off another of Medusa’s heads when it was obvious two new ones would grow right away.

Most couldn’t handle it, turning to alcohol and drugs in a worthless attempt of numbing the pain and filling the void once no pain was left.

The chosen few who stuck around and stayed disciplined found their own ways to spice up the routine. Some bent the rules as much as possible, riding so close on the edge that only another solved case prevented the Captain from firing them. Others took up side jobs as corrupted cops and for others the work on the force became the side job. Read more »

Arrested by a Bad Cop

I was driving when I saw flashing lights behind me. I’m like oh great. So I pulled over in a abandoned gas station. I just came from a club so I was wearing a Strapless short dress. Needless to say the cop was staring at me. He told me I was speeding and that he thinks I’m on drugs…i know I wasn’t. He asked me to get out of my vehicle.

He made me spread my legs as he was Frisking me. He moved his hands on my legs up to my pussy and up to my big tits. I was feeling uncomfortable but I didn’t want to get in more trouble. He handcuffed me and told me im going to be arrested. I told him “Is there any way I can to not go to jail? He looked at me and smile excitedly. He said yes. He pushed me down on my knees and as he unzipped his pants. He said suck on my cock. I whimpered but I did what he asked. I was still handcuffed so he had me in his control. He started to fuck my mouth as. I gagged on his cock. He then pulled me up and slammed me on his car. He pulled down my dress to reveal my tits. He sucked on them wildly as he finger fuck me. My body was loving it. He can feel my pussy getting really wet. He had to taste it. He used his tougne on my clit. He knew what he wad doing because I came in his mouth… Ugh… So good. Read more »

Dangerous Living [MF] Revenge Fuck

My roommate was a good friend. Was. Then we moved in together.

The first week of 75 of his closest friends over was wild, and fun, and exciting. Then school started. But this shit did not stop.

It got so bad that eventually, I (22M) spent more time at another friends house on his couch.

After a couple of months, another friend I wanted to see was at the ever-revolving-party that was my apartment, so I went down there, and was going to hang out.

Per usual, the place was packed. The apartment entered next to the kitchen on the left, then a short hall to the living room, to the left and behind the kitchen, and the two bedrooms and a kitchen down the hall to the right. The bedroom hallway was ended by my roommate’s door, that looked squarely out into about half of the living room. This will get important later.

Up to this point, I’d been pretty clear about people staying out of my room, and up to this point, my roommate had honored my wishes. Not today.

I entered the apartment and went to my room to do a few things. When I entered, I became enraged. Read more »

Discipline and Punishment [MF] [robot] [D/S] [bd] [Mdom] [bondage] [ScFi]

Amber Quinn was a bad girl. That was an inescapable fact.

She wasn’t bad in the sense that she’d snuck out at night as a teenager, smoked pot regularly, or pocketed an extra piece of candy from her grandmother’s pantry. She was bad in the most basic sense of the word.

Amber was selfish, egotistical, narcissistic, callous, and downright mean at times. She had little respect for rules, manners, and propriety. She was excessively vain, spending at least an hour every morning on her makeup. She was also exceedingly immodest, wearing only the trashiest outfits that showed off her sexy body, which was more attributed to her mother being a former model than her dedication to good physical health. One of her former teachers once told her that she had the beauty of an angel and the conscious of a demon.

That teacher might have only said that because Amber slept with her son to steal answers for an upcoming test, but that didn’t make it any less true. Being so self-absorbed and self-centered, Amber rarely passed up an opportunity to exploit her beauty and the desires of others to sleep with her. Read more »