Super Smash Bros. Gay – Chapter 2 [MM][ANAL][BI][BLACKMAIL][DS][EXHIB][HUMIL][MDOM][VOY]

I was beating my meat furiously. I was almost at the finish line when that annoying cunt Satsuki suddenly opened the apartment door.

“Hernan! What the hell are you doing!?” he screamed at me.

When I enter the apartment, the living room is dead to the left, with a sofa chair against the wall. There’s a TV aligned with the wall the door is on. I was sitting on the sofa opposite to it, my feet on the coffee table, porn mag in the left hand, gun in my right, ready to paint the ceiling. But that girly shriek that Satsuki let out, instantly killed the boner.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m having some me time here,” I told him, annoyed.

First Adian, and Chris, and now this guy interrupting my plumbing.

“You’re an absolutely despicable animal, Hernan. Go do that in your room!”

And then he mumbled: “Always the same with this guy…”

“Can’t even jack off in my own four walls,” I grumbled to myself.

I clenched my teeth, stood up, picked up the shorts and boxers on the floor, and walked into my room.

Super Smash Bros. Gay – Chapter 1 [MM][EXHIB][HUMIL][MDOM][VOY]

I was 19 and going to the nearby community college. Towards the end of my first year there, I had succeeded at firmly establishing myself in a friend group of about a dozen guys. What none of them knew yet though, is that I am gay.

One fateful day in May, Adian, whom I was the closest to, went with Hernan and me to Hernan’s apartment. It was afternoon. Hernan’s roommates weren’t there. We hung out in the living room.

I was playing Sonic Advance on my Gameboy Advance, saving rings to get myself a garnet Chao. Those creatures are adorable. I was sitting on a sofa chair. Hernan pulled out a porn magazine and he and Adian were flipping through the pages, while they sat on the sofa to my left. Hernan was a bit of a jock. Both him and Adian knew each other from football. But Hernan was a real meathead, whereas Adian seemed to be more attuned with his emotions. That’s why we got along so well. I had had some conversations about girls with him and he opened up to me about some of his insecurities. It attracted me. I felt an emotional connection I had never experienced with a man before.

Infernal Passions Part 3 [FFM] [STR8] [Bi] [fantasy] [nc] [oral] [Mdom] [preg]

Becky was relieved to have finally received a text back from her friend Maria. She had been worried about her friend for some time now. Warning her over and over again that playing around with magic and the occult weren’t things a good Christian girl was supposed to do. She tried to warn her friend, but it was frustrating that she didn’t want to listen. Becky kept Maria in her prayers, but when she disappeared she began to really fear for her friend’s soul. She wasn’t at class, and she wasn’t returning texts. Her prayer became more desperate, willing to give anything just to know that her friend was all right. That’s why when Maria asked her to meet at the campus library she didn’t hesitate.

Packing a bag with her notes from classes Maria missed Becky rushed over to find her friend. The library was rather large and had several small, secluded, soundproof rooms. These rooms could be checked out for hours at a time and allow for students to meet up and be as loud as they wanted when studying. Maria’s text had said she had reserved one towards the back for several hours. When Becky arrived she found it was out of the path of normal foot traffic. Hardly anyone was around as she approached the room, and those that were paid no attention to her.

Anything for an A – Part 1 [Mdom] [Exhibitionism] [slight blackmail]

stared down at the C- minus in horror. 

In high school, I’d been a straight-A student with a perfect GPA, but now that I was in college, my grades and my GPA were plummeting. 

It wasn’t even that I was slacking off or partying – I’d spent countless nights locked away in my dorm, eyes glued to my textbooks until the sun came up. But the curriculum was harder here and the professors didn’t give any breaks. 

What am I going to tell my parents? They’re paying for my tuition. If they think I’m slacking off or being lazy, they’ll drag me back home and force me into community college. 

As hard as university was, it was still better than crawling back to my tiny, po-dunk hometown as a failure. 

No, there’s got to be something I can do – maybe some sort of extra credit. I’ll talk to the professor. 

With that plan in mind, I waited until class was over the next afternoon to speak with Professor Abbott. The other students cleared out quickly, but Professor Abbott remained at his desk, clicking away at his laptop. 

I took a deep breath and approached him. “Um, professor?” 

Senseless [Str8] [F/M] [BDSM] [bd] [Mdom] [Fsub]

*This story can be enhanced for the female reader by the addition of music while you read. Throw on some earbuds and escape the world for a bit. I recommend the following songs to add to your pleasure: I wanna be your slave – Maneskin; You Right – Doja Cat; Crazy in Love (from the Fifty Shades Soundtrack) – Beyonce; You’re Mine (feat. Oscar and The Wolf) DJ Antonio & Astero Remix – Raving George; Bom Bidi Bom – Nick Jonas; Lady Wood – Tove Lo; Earned it – The Weeknd; Motivation – Kelly Rowland.* ***Comment the song you listened to while reading.***

I am standing in the bathroom, inspecting myself in the mirror. I trace the outlines of the lace design on my black romper. I can’t help but check myself out. The thin material barely hides my nipples that are already beginning to rise from the slight friction of the lace. The sheer sides hug my curves, turning the imperfections that I usually see into seductive teases of skin. I turn to the side and slowly slide my fingers down the cut of the romper that squeezes tight against my ass. I close my eyes and focus on the sensation of my fingertips. A deep sigh escapes my lips before I tousle my hair and turn to leave the safety of this bathroom. I hesitate as I reach for the door and take a deep breath. I’m ready.

Of course I like older women! I tie them up and breed them in my spare time (M/FF, bd, anal, creampie, ds, Mdom)

It started after highschool, well technically in highschool but nothing physical until after high school.

I grew up next to this neighbor, let’s call her Agnes. Agnes was the free-spirit, unmarried, do-whatever-I-want type. It seemed like when she wasn’t off hiking or skiing or surfboarding in some faraway place she would sit in her backyard, suntanning right under my bedroom window. I had the sneaking suspicion she was doing it on purpose, but I couldn’t tell through her polarized sunglasses (I was not the most emotionally intelligent kid.)

Suffice to say, I had a huge crush on her all through highschool. All of my fantasies revolved around her in some way, although I never thought they would actually happen. We “flirted” which was pretty much her talking to me, smiling and laughing, while I tried to not have a heart attack.

After I graduated highschool, one day while I was home alone, she knocked on the front door asking for help. Turns out her dishwasher had stopped working and since she heard I was going to college, she thought I might be able to fix it. (It should have occured to me right then and there what was happening but again, totally naive kid.)

First Date [Str8] [FM] [BDSM] [Mdom]

You arrive to pick me up for our first date. We had been talking online for quite some time, building that need to finally meet in person. I open the door and you are standing by your car, not a trace of nervousness on your face. The rush of butterflies starts in my stomach and teases down between my thighs. I take a deep breath to push down the anxiety. I see your eyes look me up and down, taking in the sight of my sweatshirt and dinosaur silk shorts. You reach your hand out as I get near, pulling me to you. I wrap my arms around your neck as you crane your head down. I can hear the intake of breath as you smell my vanilla perfume. You open my door and smile, “The Drive-in awaits babygirl.” I feel a small tingle in my pussy as I blush and sit down in the front seat.

The first choke [MF mdom]

Perhaps meet cute is too strong a word for the first time. They talked and after some playful banter and cajoling, they each admitted they had a kink that embarrassed them.

His was picayune and so in a way more embarrassing than hers. He admitted a fetish for both feet and flexibility that bordered on the pathological, if not perhaps straying over the line into immodesty. Luckily, she told him that she had a pedi-mani every two weeks and was so particular about her “rich-lady” shade of pink, that she would also purchase and bring it to her salon. As for being limber, she could always put her palms flat on the floor, and wouldn’t mind being bendier. The stupid grin that grew of his face was the epitome of doofus.

Hers on the other hand made her deeply ashamed. She had been rejected and laughed at when she told her boyfriends, her fiancés. When she told him that she liked to be choked, he met her scared eyes with a smile and laughed, “Is that all?” She started laughing in kind, but asked, “Really? You don’t want to run away?”

“No. How could I?” He replied.

This Stranger’s Touch. [MF] [MDom] [Female POV][Teasing] [Finger Fucking] [Desperate] [Good Girl][“So Wet”] [Slut] [Denial]

It’s 5:12am according to the glowing red light on the alarm clock in my hotel room.

My eyes are awake, coffee is a thing now. I wander downstairs to the common area, stand in line, and as I rub my eyes I drop my key card. I bend down to pick it up completely forgetting how I’m dressed. Short comfy shorts, and a T shirt with no bra.

Hovering at the crest of my ass, I feel the heat of a body. When I stand up and turn my head slightly, I see a man in my peripheral vision standing rather close. Nearly pressing up against me. Oddly, I didn’t feel it to be an intrusion. He smelled so good, turning me on as I step up to pour my coffee.

Again, as I’m standing there at the counter, I feel him there. His presence, that slight graze over my shorts. My clit starts throbbing, teasing me in my arousal. As I turn to leave, we meet eyes and exchange a small smile before I walk away.

I take my time, just strolling slowly down the hall.

Porn Dick [MF rape, nc, Mdom, contortion] (excerpt from working title)

Strained muscles were the least of the damage inflicted on women that ensued. Torn tendons, ligaments; medial, and lateral menisci—sometimes simultaneously. Dislocated hips and shoulders. Dislocated jaws. Herniated and ruptured discs. Ruptured rectums. Torn perineums. Perforated colons. Fractured pelvises. What wouldn’t break if bent far enough?

In one really sad case, a women—an actual profession contortionist—sat on her own head while her husband fucked her from above, but he feverishly pounded too forcefully, slipped and fell directly on top of her, causing her cervical spine to fracture and leaving her paralyzed. She went from performing high aloft to hundreds of people as an aerial contortionists to now operating her motorized wheelchair with her tongue.

What’s more depressing was when the News got hold of her story and the sad details were revealed. Evidently, she and her husband had been going around and around, arguing, because she was afraid she was going to get hurt letting him fuck her while she laid in a chest-stand on their bed. A chest-stand is where she would lay face down on the bed, then lift her head while also arching her back to bend her legs up and over her head and then fold them down on her back, so her legs would jut out past her head while her buttocks rested directly on the crown of her head. [If you’re reading this and dont actually already know what I am talking about google [keywords: Straight leg, contortion, chest stand], perv. :) ]