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The Rabbit Hole Part 6 [FF] [FFm] [Orgy] [Free Use] [Mind Control] [BDSM]

**Chapter 6: Pain**

**** Warning: This chapter has disturbing and cruel images in it. If you want something purely erotic, skip everything in italics. For Penny’s sake, this story must be told, but the parts in italics are not meant to arouse you. ****

**Penny**

Present Day

“Would you like your messages?” asked Harold as Penny stormed past him. He didn’t know where she went. She wouldn’t tell him.

“Only from Joanna.”

“Her reports are in your office.”

“Thank you, Harold.”

Penny didn’t stop, and Harold didn’t follow. She had a lot of work to catch up, but more importantly she had to reach out to Nadia. She was ready now. Nadia wouldn’t resist her. No one could resist her anymore. She had proved that.

Her office was clean. She half wondered if there would be some sign of Nadia still lingering after the abrupt end to their last conversation. Maybe Nadia left something behind? There was a tinge of disappointment to seeing her office bare. It was as she preferred it, but something was off now. Read more »

Learning to fuck my twink ass with big toys [M]

So to start off I am now in my 30s but have been reminiscing about my high school experimentation years.
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I was a popular guy, always had a girlfriend and had no issues hooking up with girls my age. I was straight but did spend 1/2 my “porn time” looking up and jacking off to gay porn of all kinds. I assumed maybe this was normal? I was a small teen- literally 4ft 11 my freshman year but graduated at 6ft – always very thin but athletic. I played soccer, was semi grunge, and had shaggy blonde hair if that helps put a picture in your head.
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These particular memories are about teen me eagerly wanting to put anything and everything dick shaped in my ass as I was not ready to admit I may have wanted the real thing. It started small with permanent markers and hair brush handles and ended with an 8 inch plastic tool designed to help blenders mix better, deep in my ass.
I literally would use it, wash it and put it back in the rando drawer in the kitchen. I had a little stache in my closet with a dozen “toys”. They were all hard plastic toys, or tube shaped objects and my little ass was so tight I couldn’t ever get things as wide or deep as I wanted without extreme effort.
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Naked Housework- Woman likes to clean in the nude

I’m a bit of a closet naturist. I’d never go nude in public, not even on a nude beach or at a nudist camp, but at home I have a tendency to shed my clothes. Why not? There’s no-one there to see me and I find it liberating. I do all my housework nude.

I’m not careless about my nudity. A certain natural modesty prevents that. I keep a slip-on housedress available on a peg next to the front door. It’s the work of a moment to put it on before answering the door. If I have visitors who are actually going to come into the house I take a moment to slip into my bedroom for some underwear.
Currently I was in the kitchen doing a bit of cooking, listening to the radio and trying to keep one ear peeled for the door-bell. I’ve been expecting a package for several days now, and I’ve been bugging the postman about it. He has to deliver it to the door because he needs to get a signature. I have stressed several times that the package is important and that I need it. Read more »

“Jack’s Offshore”—Please Comment/Critique

The blue and white Bell Jet Ranger helicopter was closing on the oil rig, eighty miles into the green choppy sea off Port Fourcon, Louisiana. Jack told himself he wasn’t going back offshore again! Ever! Yet, here he finds himself, accepting another hitch — not on the platform he’s flying to, but on the one-hundred-forty foot supply boat tied up to it. Twenty-eight days of – fourteen days off.

Along with Jack and the pilot, were two rig-operators and a roustabout. None spoke during the entire thirty-five minute flight. As the chopper banked for the approach, the roustabout vomited into a bag handed out by the pilot before take-off.

Can’t even handle the helicopter ride. Sorry bastard – Jack thought to himself.
As the skids beneath the helo where touching down, Jack was already longing to be back in the gay bars of the French Quarter. Everything from the big dance clubs to the hole-in-the-wall spots. He thrived in that environment. Jack wasn’t attracted to the men in this flying box — not even a little bit — but he loved being wanted by the men in those bars. He’d been heavily desired by beautiful women in his past. Slept with plenty of them – but none could equal the ravenous intensity of unfamiliar gay men in heat. Jack found that most of the single gay men in the Quarter weren’t looking for love behind the eyes. Many, not even like. Read more »

Micro Rocks Pt 1: Up Your Ante [Furry] [M/M] [Drug] [Weed] [Solo] [Unaware] [Masturbation] [Anal] [Anal Vore] [SciFi]

“Dude turn right! turn right! turn right! You can flank ’em. ”

“No, if I got that way I’m gonna-I’m gonna-” Nathaniel bit his lip to focus. The soldier on screen ran into the next room, sight already drawn. The game controller clicked and rattled violently as and enemy team member grunted and died. An echoing boom made the pink and grey lion side eye his minimap. “Fuck. They already have the observatory.”

“Nobody ever remembers to check the canyon path. Go get the missile strike. You’re gonna get shot up either way.”

The cat ignored the panda. The character ran across the bridge, towards the base. He’d clocked in way more hours of playtime. He knew what he was doing.

Chad rolled his eyes and swiftly downed the last of his orange soda. Tiny fingers were easily able to crunch and crack the can down into a disk. He rolled the final product across the table. A few wobbly spins and it settled. Satisfied, the brown and white panda sunk deeper into the couch, melting into the overly large red hoodie. Words oozed across the front in faded lettering but they had been impossible to make out for a while. Read more »

[MMF][MM] My female friend helped me figure out if I was bisexual (Long)

I posted this on/r/gaystoriesgonewild, but figured it’s kind of a bi story, so posting it here too.

I’m a sophomore in college right now, but this happened last year when I first started dorming.

All my life I told myself I was straight, but I’ve secretly always been bicurious. Hell, the first time I masturbated was to gay porn. Over the years, I would jerk off to it but would always feel ashamed afterwards. That’s toxic masculinity or whatever for you. Over time it got a little better, but I still always kept that part of myself hidden.

Anyways, when I got to college, I suddenly felt way more open to basically everything. Maybe it was living somewhere new, or being surrounded with new people and new friends, but I started becoming more and more curious about what gay sex felt like. Read more »

An experiment provided by AIDungeon.io

You are in your room. There are red shades and woodgrain on the walls. You are female. One of your best male friends is coming over. You really like him. You’ve dreamed about this since you met him. He thinks he’s coming over to help you with homework, but you’re going to show him the time of his life.

He walks into the room wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that says “I’m not gay.” His face shows no emotion as he sits down at his desk.

“So what brings you here?” You ask.

His eyes dart around the room before settling on yours. He looks away quickly and gives an embarrassed smile. The way he does it makes you feel sexy.

You place your hand on his thigh and go in for a kiss. He pushes you away gently and gets up.

“We can’t do this.”

“Why not?” You whine, pouting like a kid.

He sighs and looks down at his hands.

“I’m not that guy.”

You think for a moment. You stare at him out of the corner of your eye, trying to see past his shyness. He looks away. Read more »