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Anew [MF][Rape fantasy][And not so much fantasy][Powerplay][Alone in the woods][Run away little girl]

“Are you ready?” Then a harsh tug on Amy's blindfold.

She blinked, dazed by the light, and took a moment to breath as she looked at the trees. The woods were beautiful. Serene, empty and silent, not even broken by the faint sound of a driving far away.

Amy kicked the earth to realize that there wasn't even a dirt path. They were nowhere. She didn't even know the time from the sun in the sky and would have to wait for it to move in order to its direction.

Not that it would help. She knew nothing of the area. She was helpless and, for a brief moment, considered giving up. Something in her face must have betrayed her–because he laughed. “Oh no, little girl. Too much for you? Scared of the big bad woods?”

Amy turned to him, but he hardly acknowledged her. Instead he pulled out his phone, twirled it around and unlocked it. He shifted his tall, lean frame against the jeep and pressed a few buttons. His tee tight-fitting under a large flannel shirt and it made her aware how ill-prepared she was in shorts and a tank top–even with her running shoes. Read more »

The New Neighbor

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Cheryl walked outside her door to a bright and sunny day.

"Lovely," she said out loud as she made her way to her car. Hitting the button to unlock the doors she noticed a moving van in the neighboring driveway. Had someone finally bought the house? She was still a bit early to meet her girlfriend Sharron at the mall so she decided it might be a good idea to meet these new neighbors. She walked around the white fence that separated the driveways.

There was movement inside the van. "Hello?" she said. "Is someone in there?"

The movement stopped. A moment later a young man hopped from the back. He was roughly six foot with blond hair in an almost crew-cut style. His build wasn't particularly impressive, but he could have been military. "Ugh," thought Cheryl. Military men had never been her thing, even less so when she was cheated on by her ex-husband who had been a military man himself. She ultimately chalked it up to her going for something outside of her normal preferences. It never would have worked out. Read more »

I Seduced My High School English Teacher.It Was Totally Worth It [fM]

“Blood, sex, and death.” Those were the three things Mr. Fitzpatrick taught us were part of every gothic horror novel. He was the high school english teacher I hopelessly crushed on, and I couldn’t help but notice that his eyes lingered on me when he said the second word. Sex.

I was a senior then, about to graduate. Glued to my seat even in the late, late spring when my classmates were terminally zoned out, focused on graduation, the summer ahead of them, college. But I still had unfinished business here, and today he was wearing a black tie over a light blue button-up and jeans that were just snug enough to drive my imagination wild. When he perched on the edge of his desk reading from The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, I let my eyes wander up and down his body, imaging a new use for each part.

He was the new cute teacher this year, the one the girls whispered about between classes. Mr. Fitzpatrick is looking good today. I’d tried to pretend I wasn’t one of them before, it’s not interesting to have the same crush as everyone else. But his charm was undeniable, who else could make the classics so sexy? Every day when he taught his inflection would bounce up and down with passion as he taught us about Bram Stoker and Shirley Jackson. Read more »

Claiming His Prey [fantasy][impreg][werewolf m/f]

(This was written at request by another user.)

Claiming his Prey

The moon hung full and bright against a starless sky.

He stalked through the forest on light feet, gliding through the wood in a big grey blur. Man-scent hung heavy in the air, a smell too strong for his nose to ignore. How long he had been in these woods, he could not say. Too long, he thought. Too long without a pack or a mate.

He leapt into the tall evergreens, scanning the forest. His night-sight was as sharp as ever; he observed every living, breathing thing with a far-seeing eye. Creatures of all kinds roamed about his domain. Deer, rabbits, foxes, his four-legged brethren. Yet the human escaped his gaze.

The scent remained in his nostrils, the scent of sweat and fear and…perfume? He leapt down from his branch, kicking up leaves and dirt as he bounded further into the wood. The scent carried far, growing bolder as he grew closer to the source. He tasted it now, the man-scent. Sharp and acrid, salty and sweet all at once. His mouth watered, his hunger stirred. She was close. Read more »

Corruption of a female monk part 1 of 2 – “The impossible fuck” (MF)

Buddha had taught that there were seven types of wives and four were destined for heaven. Of these 'good wives' the 'slave wives' stood out to me. The slave-wife is patient, unangered, and submits to her husband even when he is mad. She obediently receives physical punishment whenever her husband so desires to deliver it, and is unquestionably submissive to him.

Having read this I found myself often fantasising about a Buddhist slave wife following my commands, tending to my needs and earning her path to the afterlife through subjection to my every sexual whim and desire. It was a turn on to think that she would have swallowed my cum and offered up all of her holes as a kind of religious observance. Her holy communion.

Buddhism is a little more enlightened towards women than most ancient religions and becoming a monk is a fairly egalitarian thing. There are male and female monks and each are subject to strict moral, ethical and spiritual observances. There are a lot more rules for female monks, though, so the fantasy that I kept coming back to – sexually corrupting a female monk – was about the least likely fantasy out there; to take a woman who has had her sexuality almost trained out of her and, firstly, get close enough to build some kind of chemistry and then, secondly, transform that potential energy into a sexual encounter with a virgin who had devoted her life to ignoring the pleasure of the flesh. It was as close to impossible as I could get. Read more »

(M/F) The corruption of a Bhikkhuni (a female monk)

Note: My first post and a long read. Hope you enjoy.

I'd spent several months touring Southeast Asia and had become fascinated by female monks. Buddha had taught that there were seven types of wives and four were destined for heaven. Of these 'good wives' the 'slave wives' stood out to me. Here's the wiki definition: The slave-wife (or “maid-wife”) is patient, unangered, and submits to her husband even when he is mad. She obediently receives physical punishment whenever her husband so desires to deliver it, and is unquestionably submissive to him.

Having read this I found myself often fantasising about a Buddhist slave wife following my commands, tending to my needs and earning her path to the afterlife through subjection to my every sexual whim and desire. It was a turn on to think that she would have swallowed my cum and offered up all of her holes as a kind of religious observance. Her holy communion. Read more »

Unwilling – An aspiring writers take on rape in a fantasy setting.

Crager grabbed Melody by the hips and pulled her close to him. She tried to push a way but, he grabbed her. “Your body is mine!” he yelled as he pulled at her bodice ripping the fabric. Her breasts spilled fourth showing her small pink nipples and large milky bosom. He groped her exposed chest and his cock grew harder. Crager then pulled the hairnet hold Melody’s long auburn hair and it cascaded down her back.

Crager lusted after long hair. The more she struggled the more aroused he became. He forced his tongue into her mouth. She tried to bite down and he choked her with his gauntlet-ed hand. She relented and let his slimy tongue wriggle in her mouth. He lifted her by her throat and forced Melody upon his massive canopy bed. His servants sprang into action tying her legs and arms to the bedposts. “Be gone!” bellowed Crager and he undid his tunic and then his pants. His servant scurried form the chamber as he ripped the bound woman’s under clothing off. “Oh Melody we will be making sweet music, your screams of agony or pleasure will only add to the choir” Crager said as he thrust his now throbbing member into her unwilling slit. Read more »

Getting a Piece of Heaven [MFF]

Below is a story I wrote for my partner, including the little personal preamble at the beginning. But I think you'll enjoy it all the same.

There is no difference between fantasy and fiction. Just a few letters, really. For this reason, I'd like to indulge you with an erotic fiction, and you can read into what you'd like. This is better than me merely telling what I like about those breasts or what I'd like you to do to that 'fantastic' pussy. I want to frame it like this because I think you deserve to be caressed in body and in mind. So treat this conceit like a gentle set of fingers slowly working down your mind’s erogenous nerve. The same nerve that warms you in that perfect piece of heaven between your thighs. Read more »

4th Period Lit [Str8] [M/f] [reluc]

This is a work of fiction, lets keep it that way.

"How do you always manage to pick me up so late?"

Melendy was not pleased. Though she had been riding to school with Cassie since the dawn of Cassie's 16th birthday 8 months earlier, she still had not grown used to the inevitability of Cassie arriving at her door 15 minutes after she said she was going to.

Although not normally a problem, Melendy had racked up her share of demerits that semester at their tightly wound, all girls Catholic high school. The morning bell rang promptly at 7:50, and–with a 15 minute drive ahead of them in the horrible Seattle traffic–they were due to arrive a full 20 minutes later.

"Get over it" mumbled Cassie, still dreary from yet another near sleepless night and already slightly stoned. She drew on her small glass pipe and let out a thick, lascivious cloud of marijuana smoke. Read more »