So I have this friend, let’s call her Jenna. Jena is the type of girl that makes you suspicious; you know that triangle with Cute, Smart and Sane, and you can only pick two? She seems to check all three boxes. She is 100% the type of girl you would want to bring home to your mother, and you dad would give you a fist bump, like “damn son.” Her snapchat story consists mostly of pictures of the stair climber after she has gone up double the empire state building in an hour, or pictures from a run or what not. Nothing sexual though, totally a good church girl standing about 5’2” insanely fit, B cup vegan. Jenna is just the kindest, most caring girl I know. She and I are in a good group friend, though just friends, as she has a boyfriend. She doesn’t drink, while I enjoy drinking but am a lightweight, so she gets to carry my phone and wallet in her purse, and I sleep on her couch when I’ve had too much to drive home after a night out. While I’m sleeping on her couch, her cat Brutus usually sleeps on top of me, and as a result Brutus and I are good friends, as he is a good cat.
So Last weekend, Jenna had to fly out of town to a friend’s wedding and left me with a key to feed, water, and hang out with Brutus while she was gone. Like most girls her age, (We’re both 21) Jenna is a mess. It is clear that despite knowing about the trip for a month, she procrastinated till the last moment, packed in a hurry, and left her room a mess. That or she cleaned the rest of the apartment by throwing everything in her room. How did I know this? Well, I’m the nosy type, so of course I had a peak around.
Tag: Fisting
[MF] Young Indian student submits to powerful white dom [raceplay] [young-old] [rough] [worship] [degrading] [office]
Warning this story contains strong raceplay and degradation
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Summery: A young indian employee is subjugated by a mature white dom
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Rani had been working for Mr Hall for six months, the job was easy, mostly filing, every now and again someone would call and she would take a message but that was about it. At some point in time Mr Hall had been a big time lawyer, he sat on the city council and was known as a man with power. Now he was in his late 50s retired and just sat on a bunch of PTAs and charity boards.
Rani was introduced to Mr Hall at a charity event, the charity helped indian immigrants find job opportunities in the city. The Chair of the charity Rishma was a friend of Rani’s mother and had heard Mr Hall was looking for a part time PA. Rishma was the only reason Ranis family let her study in America, a respectable Indian woman who would look after Rani, an old friend of her mother’s. Rishma has been trying to get Rani and Mr Hall to meet for some time and had been encouraging Rani to get to know him. “He is a very good man, very respectable” she would say.
The job itself was perfect for Rani, two days a week she would come in open letters, stack some boxes and get paid enough to cover her food and rent in her college halls. Most of the time there wasn’t actually that much to do so Rani would just study.
The Egg Ch. 1 [MF]
The Egg Ch. 1
The woods that made up Verdant Springs could be called eerie. A mix of tall old birches and pines that grew thicker the deeper on travelled off the paved paths that wove through it. Moss grew in great blankets across the ground broken by small game trails and paths.
The young boy who walked down a dirt path didn’t find the deep wood eerie, but a refuge. Dried tears clung to the boys cheek as he navigated the path as hastily as possible. The far away laughter of other people tormented him as he sought a favorite sanctuary. In his mind any laughter heard A small creek that carved its bed through the woods.
Jacob Grand walked down the path in to his sullen self. A look that he wore just like the big baggy clothes and thick-rimmed glasses he sported. At five-foot nine, Jacob’s obese frame often meant comparisons to a whale. Grand he couldn’t be called except maybe if his expanding waistline counted. To the jocks, it counted.
“Why?” Jacob said out loud.
Innocent drinks turn into making out with my flatmate [MF]
My flatmate and I have lived together for roughly 9 months now, we met though a flat finding app/site called SpareRoom where you can either link up with people to find a place together or just to find a…spare room. Laura and I did the former and finally found a nice place, moved in and became really good mates. I selfishly wanted to move in with her from the start because she was attractive, a lesson that will be shortly learnt!
It had been a pretty normal Friday, I actually had the week off and my flatmate has accrued enough overtime to cash it in for a day off. The day was quiet, I went swimming as I usually do whenever I have time to spare and she cracked on with her addiction to Gilmore Girls! We did odd jobs around the flat, tidying, fixing things and trying to prevent draughts coming in through the old windows.
The evening was where things began to get interesting as her dinner/drinks plans fell through with a few of her friends so we decided to not waste an evening and planned to make a huge batch of cookies for friends and neighbours all the while drinking a bottle of gin between us.
Sometimes you just need a [F]riend to help you
I was really nervous. I had never thought about actually going through with any of my fantasies before, yet here I was opening the door about to complete the most daunting of my sex fantasies.
This whole thing started when my friend, Jen, and I were talking about our sex lives. A couple of glasses of wine in we were both a little tipsy, inhibitions gone, and I finally let slip my deepest and darkest secret. Jen, always the more bold of us, looked shocked at first when I told her. Her face quickly transformed, though, into the widest smile I had ever seen.
“Oh my god! I’ve always wanted to do that, too, I just haven’t built up the courage to go through with it. We should do it together! That way we can both push our boundaries!” Her excitement was obvious, I could tell she really wanted to do it.
“Yeah let’s do it!” I responded.
The rest of the night we drank and talked more, setting up details of how and when we would do it. At the end of the night, we went to sleep, tired from all the alcohol.
Jessica’s Freedom – Chapter 1 [Rape] [BDSM] [Teen] [Crying] [Cunnilingus] [Kissing] [Sadism] [Gangbang] [FF] [MF] [Incest] [Facefucking/Blowjob] [Biting] [Abuse]
**This story is by and for adults and is purely fiction and fantasy. This story is purely for private enjoyment within one’s own imagination and does not condone any real life actions**
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##(Part One) Jessica’s Torment
[Chapter One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/997mq7/jessicas_torment_chapter_1_rape_bdsm_teen_age/)
[Chapter Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/998f6i/jessicas_torment_chapter_2_mf_rape_bdsm_teen_age/)
[Chapter Three](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/99fow2/jessicas_torment_chapter_3_mf_rape_age_bdsm_anal/)
##(Part Two) Jessica’s Despair
[Chapter One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9a04al/jessicas_despair_chapter_1_mf_rape_age_bdsm_slave/)
[Chapter Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9er6fj/jessicas_despair_chapter_2_mf_rape_bdsm_teen/)
[Chapter Three] (https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9foh8w/jessicas_despair_chapter_3_mf_rape_bdsm_teen/)
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The final part. Chapter 1 of 3. This chapter is shorter than the others, I’m sorry. However, this just felt right. Expect the final two chapters to be… quite fleshed out. I’m glad to be writing this story again.
The sisters continue to be ravished, this time by even more men who have paid to use them. It’s just another day for the slaves.
However, in the other room a new surprise awaits the girls…
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The next morning was spent with Kelsey. She caressed her younger sister’s face and gently kissed her, her tongue moving across the healing cuts within her mouth, and her hands rubbing over raised portions of skin that had turned into scars.
Finally, yours [mine]
She squirmed in the barstool. Her thoughts raised. Her hands trembled as she reached for her wine glass.
What was she doing? She wondered. Not for the first time. Not for the thousandth time. But here she was, as inevitably as water running downhill.
A man sat in the stool beside her. Her breath caught, heart threatening to burst from her chest. Was it . . .?
It was not. She deflated, with an ache only she could feel. The man smiled, noticing her gaze.
“Buy you a drink?” Too smooth for complete sentences, this one. She raised her wine glass at him, marveling to realize it was mostly empty.
“Why not?” The man smiled a little wider, eagerly flagging down the bartender for more.
“What do you do?” He turned to face her.
“I sit at the bar, and I wait.” She sat facing the bar still, her heart daring her to keep waiting.
“Waiting for a guy like me to buy you a drink?” She smirked at the way his words brought up butterflies in her stomach. The bad kind. The aching, longing kind.
“What kind of guy are you?”
I thought the stripper was my GF! [MF]
This is a long story about how I was lucky enough to get picked up by a stripper who I mistook as the my ex who dumped me. It is one of those sexy first night hookup stories with some light kinky sex, creampies, and shotty writing.
You can skip down to the SEXY PART if you’re not into backstory.
Oh and yes I am very aware of the apparent self gratulation present in this story. I wrote it when I was really horny, and apparently really lame. I’ve tried to fix it up a bit, but feel free to blow the lame alarm, but it is actually true story.
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Worth the Wait – Part 1
He was waiting for her in the chair in the corner. Catching her eyes as she entered the room, she quickly dropped her eyeline and stopped.
“Kneel.”
He watched her drop to her knees, only just having entered the room still in her dark top and skirt from the day. Watching her submit to him always affected him.
He took his time and made her wait as he looked upon her from the chair as his mind began to imagine the things that were about to transpire.
Rising from the chair, he takes the material from the side table and walks around behind her, standing above for a moment. Reaching down with his other hand, he grips her hair in his fist and pulls it downward, thus jerking her head so her gaze is forced upward to his as she kneels.
“I have been waiting for this all day,” he begins, purposefully choosing his words and sharing them in a deep tone. “I am going to consume you.”
He could see her throat swallow from that position as he lets go of the tension slightly as her head drops to be perfectly horizontal before pulling her hair away from her neck and crouching down.
Worth the Wait – Part 1
He was waiting for her in the chair in the corner. Catching her eyes as she entered the room, she quickly dropped her eyeline and stopped.
“Kneel.”
He watched her drop to her knees, only just having entered the room still in her dark top and skirt from the day. Watching her submit to him always affected him.
He took his time and made her wait as he looked upon her from the chair as his mind began to imagine the things that were about to transpire.
Rising from the chair, he takes the material from the side table and walks around behind her, standing above for a moment. Reaching down with his other hand, he grips her hair in his fist and pulls it downward, thus jerking her head so her gaze is forced upward to his as she kneels.
“I have been waiting for this all day,” he begins, purposefully choosing his words and sharing them in a deep tone. “I am going to consume you.”
He could see her throat swallow from that position as he lets go of the tension slightly as her head drops to be perfectly horizontal before pulling her hair away from her neck and crouching down.