Getting rid of [m]y ex and [f]inding a new plaything within 24 hours

This is a throwback from my college days, but it has always stood out in my memory.

I met Anna a few days before a party. A short girl with a very cute smile, pale skin and dark auburn hair. Her figure was modest–no giant breasts or bubble butt. She was attractive in a girl next door kind of way, with a sense of style that told me she was from a small town but trying to be somebody new at school. A mix of hippie and former Sunday schooler.

We had met a few days earlier, working on a group project. I noticed she was doing more than just watching idly as I rehearsed my part, and I’d be lying if I said she didn’t get way hotter when she was doing hers. When somebody’s good at something, doesn’t matter what, it just makes them so much sexier. We’re chatting as the night goes on, having side conversations and slowly getting more focused on each other.

She brought up this party that was happening that weekend.

>*Me*: Yeah, I was thinking about checking it out. Are you gonna go?
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>*Anna*: Yes, for sure.
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>*Me*: Good.

Vampire Omicron: Chapter 3 – Campus Raid (updated) [M29/F19][Mdom][mind control] [rape][nc][black][ebony][armpits][feet][blood][death][harem] READ DISCLAIMERS

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DISCLAIMERS

-I’m just trying to be helpful with these disclaimers. I don’t want to spring things on anyone!

-My writing is SUPPOSED to be gross and wrong, which is what makes it so thrilling to write! You SHOULD feel icky reading it, which is why I consider it HORROR! I try to creep myself out as I write, getting into the mindset of a perverted VILLAIN. We’re all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously these things should never be done in real life! I’m assuming we’re all mature adults that can separate fantasy from reality.

-This is PORN NOT PLOT.

-All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISHES/WARNINGS

-Death / Blood / Murder (I mean it’s a vampire, I’m going for it, but I keep it minimal)

-Creeping around (lots of this, sorry if it’s boring)

-Slow start, builds to BRUTAL ending

Government Drones Corrupt My Stepsister: Mindless [M/F, Pseudo-Incest Stepbro/sis, Mind Control/Hypnosis Drugging, Sexual Enslavement]

*[Repost due to typo in title]*

Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic mind control fiction with elements of coerced sexual activity; all characters are 18+

**MINDLESS, Book 1:**

A sea of people had flooded the normally empty streets. I hit a wall of them, scowling as I breathe in the musty smell of sweat and outrage—along with the sharp hints of incense and marijuana. I just want to get home. This is such bullshit.

Most of them have their hands linked, in a show of unity against the news’ broadcast that’s been running like a propaganda reel for the last 24 hours, and half of them hold signs which read things like:

‘Effective Immediately: MAFT-22 disbursement = TOXIC!’

‘DON’T TRUST THE GOVERNMENT!’

‘Forced breeding is slavery!’

‘DON’T DRINK THE WATER!’

Everyone seems to be losing their damn minds over the new mandate that probably isn’t even going to amount to anything. Sure, the government plans to spread some sort of enrichment vitamins (which is supposed to help with the country’s demolished fertility rates) but it’s definitely not enough to hold these stupid protests over.

A game of Spin the Bottle like no other. [BDSM][DP][Gangbang](All characters 18+)

You’re sitting in the backseat of a car wearing a short, strapless, sexy black cocktail dress, blindfolded and on your way to a gangbang “with a difference”. That’s basically all your partner, who is currently driving, has told you; that you’re going to be fucked by multiple men and it’ll be an experience you’ll never forget. Your partner knows you’ve always wanted to try a gangbang; the thought of being surrounded by men, multiple hands all over your body while every one of your holes is being fucked hard is a fantasy you’ve talked about with each other for a long time. Tonight is the night it’s going to happen. That’s what you’ve been told anyway, but the details are vague and cryptic; how many men are going to be there? Any women? What’s the arrangement exactly? Why the secrecy? Do I really need to be blindfolded on the drive there? And, of course, what is this mysterious twist? To tell you the details “would ruin the surprise” apparently, according to your partner anyway. Your body is tingling with nerves; you’re as excited as you are anxious.

Free-Use Vacation (Freeuse) (Bondage) (Group) (Femsubs) (Commission)

On a street in Paris, there was a small building. The sort of place that was sold to tourists for weeks at a time. It sat on the outskirts of the city, far enough away not to bother the locals, but close enough to let the travellers make their way deeper in. There, they could marvel at the sights, taste the historic food of the famous city, mingle with the locals and enjoy that particular atmosphere of culture and refinement which was so unique to the French.

Hopefully all while spending a great deal of money.

It had been empty for the last few weeks, ever since the last family to rent it had had to rush back home so very suddenly – something about ‘’financial difficulties’’ but that was about to change with the arrival of a rented van.

It was dark and late at night as the passengers disembarked, they were tired from a long trip. They had come from Singapore, which was a multiple-hour trip followed by the can journey. To say that they were spent would be an understatement. They were exhausted, their energy depleted by the trip and by the flight. Usually, they would be only too happy to fall into the waiting beds, sleeping deeply until the morning when they could finally begin their week-long vacation.

A fun night at the hostel [MF]

If you ever traveled solo and stayed in a hostel, chances are you also have some fun and wild adventures to share. This is one of mine just a few years ago. I(F) was 26 at that time and was traveling around. One time, I was staying in an island hostel by the beach and things got pretty wild.

When I arrived at the hostel, I was checked in a mixed room with 2 other girls who were there before me and 3 other guys who were on the same flight as I was. One of them was Liam (M24). He’s 6ft tall with broad shoulders, a very handsome face, and veins popping on his arms that just made me weak every time I see them.

The main transportation on the island is a motorbike. Since I ended up joining the guys in a group, we shared 2 bikes among us and of course, I would always ride with Liam. I would press my breasts against his back and wrap my hands around his waist, feeling his hard body underneath his tank top. Sometimes, I would drive and he would ride on my back so I would move my ass close to his crotch trying to feel his cock tense in between my cheeks.

[M22M22M22[Unwanted gay sex] Academy Chapter 2

This story is a work of fiction. All of the characters are over the age of 18. (they’re 22).

This story has depictions of both male/male and female/male sex. Some chapters will only have one or the other.

Check my profile for other stories involving dubious consent and anal sex.

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The next couple of days brought some new suprises for Redmond.

Sven made a new friend on campus, Trevor, and for whatever reason seemed eager to please him. That meant sharing his weed, cigarettes and, after awhile, resent.

Redmond hated everything about Trevor including his ability to never stop talking. During his first night over Redmond learned that Trevor had had sex with males smaller than him previously and was hoping to get a roommate he could take advantage of but that wasn’t in the cards. Trevor was small, Redmond thought, there’s no way he’d be able to dominate someone.

But he made friends with Sven and Sven could force Redmond to do what he wanted and so that meant that first night Redmond ended up taking four loads from Trevor and he hated every second of it.

Did my husband’s coworker get what he was after? [MF]

So after lurking here for almost three months, I am here with my confession!

I [F31] have been married for over 3 years now. I have had several relationships (across different races) before tying an arranged knot with a guy of similar parentage as mine.

However I sometimes miss the thrill of being chased or the often rough sex that I left behind! 🤫

So around similar time last year, my husband’s workplace threw a Pre-Thanksgiving party where I got to meet his coworkers.
I am naturally an outgoing person and almost hit it off with most of them.
One of those was Jason – a suave new B school hire, who used to head creative consulting in otherwise geeky IT group my husband works in. He was single at that point in time, would’ve been 30, tall, very fit, dirty blond messed up hair with an air of smug sense of humor around him.

[18f50+m]Domesticating Hannah: part one[grooming][sex work][emotional manipulation][public sex][degradation][blackmail][homeless men]

 The world is often a bright, and easy place for you to be eighteen. Unfortunately, birthday boredom and a school rumor lead me to the Extreme Dare Club. Seven months ago I was Stacy Marks, a B student; and geek. Now, well let’s jump back to the day it all began.

 “Sorry, it’s your mother’s family. Sweetheart, you know how they are” my dad said into my red hair. I sighed and blurted out in a baby voice I often found annoying “keel the redhead left-handed demon slut away” and followed with a low-toned “get the pitchforks, the tar”. It was at this point my mom stuck her head in and simply said “it’s time Paul” with that, my ice queen mother and my dad disappeared into the dark. I watched the taillights fade into the business that is Detroit. 

I downloaded the game and set up my account and that’s when I lost my sense of direction in life. The first few were simple tasks pulling my hair into braided pigtails and looking for clothing options to show these strangers. It didn’t take long, I was about to leave our tiny rundown house without a bra on, a shirt cut in a third and shorts rolled up so far they were a thong. All of this is in light shades of pink. My circus tent top exposed the lower half of my breasts, which were rated as a three out of ten. With a few deep breaths, I stepped outside.

The Hunt – Chapter 4

As the car weaves through the country lanes, you gaze along field after field, thinking about what it is you are hoping for. What you want to find when you reach your destination. You just know that if anyone is going to understand the way you have been feeling or the emotions you have been trying to process, it could be the people here.

You stare out at the road ahead, determined to find logic in the decisions that have brought you this far. You allow your mind to wander back over the past few days, reviewing them one by one. Firstly, your chase from a few nights ago, the fear, intensity and excitement of being tracked, hunted. Then the results of said hunt, as your predator ravaged you, took you, for everything you were worth. You felt the heat radiating from your crotch as you thought over it all again. Then you remembered the almost withdrawal you had felt, unable to bring yourself to orgasm since then. In your desperation, you had turned to online forums, even starting to consider the possibility of werewolves. Then in an act of utter despair, you went out looking for your hunter, eventually finding a wild animal and allowing yourself to get scared and run home.