Tag: Drugs

The Good Slut (Part 1) [fMM]

This is the first installment of a two or more part series entitled "The Good Slut." Part 1 is largely a setup for Part 2 but the length warranted a split. The premise is about what happens when a woman craves sex just like a man but is socially adept enough to know not to let it define her reputation? Find out in the first installment of "The Good Slut." If you haven't read my other stories check out my submissions on my username

Nothing made you cringe more than when you heard another woman say it – “How come when a guy does it it's acceptable but when a girl does it she's considered a slut?” The way the entire argument was framed was what you hated most about it. It was a proud display of ignorance at the very moment the woman speaking it was certain she was making a point. Whenever you heard these words spoken you automatically scanned for the nearest exit. And it happened more often than you ever would have imagined like a karmic curse for having thoroughly embraced the title but only in complete secrecy. Read more »

Paul’s Problem [MM] [non-consent] [mindcontrol]

Paul was a vice president at the Gamers Forge Ltd. It was the largest gaming software company in the southern hemisphere. At the age of 34, he was also the youngest executive the company had. He was young, handsome and had the body of a greek god. Naturally, this bred a lot of resentment in the workplace.

It was one sunny Saturday morning and Paul was out for his daily jog around the park. His luxury apartment was overlooking the large city park, and he took advantage of the fact. As he was running along side Park Drive, a large black van began to ghost him. It was in broad daylight and there were plenty of people around, so Paul had no reason to worry.

He just kept on joggin'.

The van pulled up beside him and two huge men jumped out. Paul was fit and strong, but he was no match for these two collossally oversized brutes. They grabbed him and stuffed him in the back of the van. With a growl at the bystanders, the two men slammed the door shut and the van raced away. The other people in the park pretended that nothing had happened. I mean, honestly, what is the world coming to? Read more »

Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch.07: Marcia’s Got It (Part 5)

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"Mistress Jennifer…" began Alyson Frazier.

"Yes Ally?" she replied.

"I have really been struggling with the religious aspects of this kingdom, particularly with what Linda just said about husbands being 'high priests.' I know for sure I'm not ready to marry any 'high priest.' So I've begun to wonder if there is some sort of connection between being a conservative, and believing in a God. I ask this because it seems to me that I have to believe in one, in order to believe in the other.

"I guess what I am saying is that I really do like what I see in this kingdom, but I'm just not buying into it, so to speak. But if I have to believe in one in order to believe in the other, then I just don't know how to get started. Do you have any advice?"

"There most definitely is a connection." Lady Jennifer pondered her approach for a few moments then began, "There is a saying among conservatives that they like to use to describe the difference between them and liberals. And that is a person either believes in big G, God, or little g, government. If you believe in God, then you are likely to be a conservative, but if you believe in government, then you are likely to be a liberal. Read more »

Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch.04: What Are Words For (Part 10)

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Sandra Nelson's question is exactly what Lady Jennifer expected of her. She knew that far too many conservatives were overly defensive of their politics, and Sandra was no exception. "Mistress Jennifer, I would like to go back to what you said about Conservatives being their own worst enemy. President Bush was just reacting to the lies of the mainstream media when he used the phrase compassionate conservative. When Republicans are hounded out of office for minor transgressions, yet a Democrat gets caught with $100K in the freezer and still gets re-elected, I would say the media are more to blame than us. Why do you believe differently?"

"First of all, you need to see that the only thing the media is doing is holding us to a higher standard than they do their like-minded brethren. And this is consistent with what we said last night that liberals see expectations as something you only inflict on your enemies, not on your friends. Conservatives make a serious mistake when they see liberalism achieving their goals through the actions of the media, and foolishly believe that we could also if we had their help. Read more »

Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch.03: Marcia Learns Why (Part 9)

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Lord Jacob spoke, "The only one we have not heard from, is the one that I wanted hear from the most. Ally?" He was speaking to the blond surfer girl, Alyson Fraizer, who at this time was sitting at the far end of the couch on the left, deep in the valley of the 'V.'

"You are the only girl here who is initiating into our kingdom without ever going to our church. Surely you must have some questions that you wish to speak about? Why not tell us how you came here, and we'll see where it goes from there? All I know for sure is that your sister Susan entered our kingdom a few years ago, and is now vouching for your admission. You have proved your worth in two months at our 'boot camp,' but beyond that, I really don't know what motivates you to be here."

"Yes, Master Jacob. My sister is the reason I'm here, and looking back, it's a bit of surprise to me that either one of us are here. Read more »

The Samaritan (MF)

Mary slipped her plain cotton panties off, folded them carefully, and added them to the neatly organized pile with the rest of her uniform.

“You don’t have to do this,” James whispered.

“It’s not something I have to do, it’s something I want to do.” Mary leaned forward and kissed him. “Are you ready?”

Mary followed James’s gaze down to his midsection, where his raging erection, looking as hard and straight as a totem pole, left no doubt as to his readiness. She took one more deep breath before climbing onto the bed. She threw her leg over his midsection and knelt above his body. Her pubic hair tickled his balls as she held him in her hand, wondering at how hot and rigid it felt. She teasingly played with his hardness for a moment, drawing sighs of impatience from the man below her; the man that in the year she had known him had gone from being just a patient, to a friend, and now almost inevitably to a lover. Read more »

The Rebellious Stepdaughter, Part 4 [MMMf][bd][blkmail][drugs][inc][nc]

I found my old friend Jacob's number in my phone, and gave him a call. As the phone rang, I walked upstairs towards Carrie's bedroom. I stepped over the wooden shards on the floor, reminiscent of last night's fit of rage. Just as I entered, Jacob picked up the phone. A gruff voice boomed over the line, "Hey, look who it is! You fucking douchebag. How's life been since that frosty bitch cut off your balls?"

"Nice to talk to you again too, asshole" I said. "I'm actively getting my balls back, as a matter of fact. That's why I called." Jacob and his friend Cass were the two guys I ran with years ago before getting married to my wife. I took endless shit from them for being "hen-pecked" and "whipped". Once upon a time, I was a badass motherfucker. Drugs, guns, you name it. Everything changed when I met my wife. She "cleaned me up", got me sober, and now only my hidden tattoos give any hint as to my dark past. I rationalized the loss of my old persona as a fair price for the sex (in the beginning, my wife had been a sex goddess). Now that was all gone, and it was time to become an alpha again. Read more »

The Rebellious Stepdaughter, Part 3 [Mf][bd][inc][nc]

Waking up the next morning, I am at once thrilled and terrified as the memories of yesterday's events come flooding back to me. My primal brain is thrilled that I finally got to fuck the voluptuous teen siren with whom I've been sharing a roof for years. My rational brain, however, is spinning through the consequences of my actions. Carrie has friends who are going to come looking for her. Her mom is going to want to hear from her. Luckily it's summertime, so there's no school to consider. I decide that I can manage her texts and keep her mother and friends at bay for the moment. Carrie herself, though, is a more formidable problem. I have two choices: one, I could kill her and claim that she ran away, which she is just rebellious enough to do. I don't have that in me, though – I may be a rapist, but not a murderer! Option #2 is that I could do my best to break her and turn her into an obedient slave by the time her mother gets home. I don't know enough about Stockholm Syndrome and its kin to know whether a month is enough time for this to happen, but it's a better working plan than murder. Which would be a terrible waste, after all. Read more »

I’ll Be a Mommy’s Uncle! (1-3) [Fm, inc, regression, x-dress, reluct, slow]

I'll Be a Mommy's Uncle! by DiscipleN

It's was dull around the house after my father died. You never know what you're going to miss about a person until he's gone. I'll never miss his cocaine frenzies or the occasional flings he flaunted before mom, but my father was a pretty fun guy otherwise. I was pretty young to be certain of my memories of the time he spent with me, but I know I was never bored. When I turned eleven, it seemed like the three previous years without Pop were one eternal drag after another.

You see my mother was very strict and proper, and she decided, soon after my birth, to ensure I never followed the outlandish path of my father. Curfew was instilled in me the day I left the crib. Sundown meant straight to bed, lights out, and no noise. I could play with friends, but only from after school 'til dinner time, five o-clock. She dressed me conservatively, short haircut, comfortable brown shoes probably designed by the Amish, and she only bought starched white shirts and permanent press gray or tan trousers. I was drilled in every pleasantry and courtesy, and learned manners fit for a duke. In religion she was a tad more flexible, Methodist or Southern Baptist. She took me to both every Sunday. Read more »

Mr. Lawrence Breeding, Esquire [M/f, M/F, preg, nc, victorian]

Mr. Lawrence Breeding, Esquire by DiscipleN

"Mrs. Caravell, I could hardly mistake your predicament, but I never offer compensation for the rigors and expenses required to manage this particular condition. You must look to your husband. That is his role in society. Our bargain was at an end four months ago." Lawrence inhaled his lungs full of Turkish opium fumes to indicate his conclusion of the discussion.

"But sir, my husband, he's sick. You led me to believe you would provide for us. My Henry has consumed the total of your most generous original gratuity. Can I not persuade you that… Hey! let go of me!"

"I'll remind the lady of her modesty, outside, Mr. Breeding, sir." The butler grasp the woman firmly and bowed slightly.

"Thank you, Smith. Ahhh. You may fuck her for all I care." Lawrence exhaled. He debated his greater enjoyment, to fill one's lungs with the sharp toxins or to breath them into a piteous, pregnant woman's mask of terror.

"Brute! This child is yours. Have you no love for your blood?" Read more »