The Genesis Crossing (Dark Sci-fi, NC, 18+, Fiction)

*On a mission to save the future of humanity, Kiren becomes humankind’s unwilling savior.*

Kiren flipped up the cover on the switch that would engage the Crossing Drive and spoke into her mic.

“Command, Genesis Crossing. All systems go for drive initiation.”

The voice from the ground center came back a second later, “Genesis Crossing, all systems go confirmed. Countdown commencing. Good luck and Godspeed. Genesis Base will see you on the other side.”

“Command, Genesis Crossing. Countdown commencing confirmed. Awaiting orders for initiation,” Kiren said back and glanced at her co-pilot.

Echo wore an anticipatory grin that mirrored her own as the ground command’s countdown began. This was it, the moment they’d trained for. On the other side of this journey lay the colony of Genesis Base, a fresh start for humankind in the wake of The Disaster. That colony had taken nearly a century to reach and another half-century to put into operation. Now, it awaited the hope of humankind, which Genesis Crossing held in its storage bays, in the form of embryos for repopulation.

wet t-shirt “contest” (F20/M19/F19) [C/NC, pee, Ff, MF]

Rose (F19) thought she understood our drunken, highly indecent proposal. My girlfriend (Janey, F20) and I (Andy, M19) dared her to star in a wet t-shirt contest at midnight in the secluded backyard at Janey’s parents’ house. The only thing slightly weird was that Janey was going to handcuff Rose. But Rose was cool with that as long as there was no sexual contact between the girls. Rose was *not*attracted to girls, she reminded us several times as the three of us got drunker and drunker, courtesy of Janey’s mom’s liquor cabinet.

This was warm, clear August evening off the Carefree Highway, north of Phoenix. Not only was the backyard secluded, the whole property was—the nearest neighbor was three-tenths of a mile away.

Rose didn’t stop to think about it, but by 10:45 she’d peed three times, while neither Janey nor I had even once. At 11:30, as she hit the head yet again, Janey disappeared and came back with a pillow and a black backpack from which we could hear the clinking and clanking of the handcuffs. At right about 11:45, we went outside. I turned my back as Janey helped Rose remove her top and bra, replacing them with a white t-shirt. The discarded garments went into the backpack. Rose blushed as I saw her outfit, her grapefruit-sized boobs free and loose. It was these nice knockers that gave Janey the t-shirt contest idea in the first place. Janey had her lay down in the grass, the moon directly overhead. She put the pillow under the girl’s head.

Using Bella CH 3 – [F19 & M36 & M50] [Blowjob][Straight Sex][Public sex][Age gap][Light Degradation/Coercion/Dubious Consent/Sleep NC]

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Scott looks over her unconscious body, a little content smile on her face, her nipples hard on her perky little tits, her flat, tan belly, and her still glistening shaved pussy. “Let the fun begin.” he thinks to himself. He gets out and makes his way over to the passenger side, waving his boss over to help. Taking a quick look around to make sure the coast is clear, he opens the door. His boss walks over, his mouth agape.

“Is she ok?” Jay asks.

“She’s fine, just in a cum coma. Help me get her inside and you can take your turn first.” Scott tells him. Scott grabs her hands and gently pulls her out of the van as Jay catches her ankles. They carry her towards the already propped open door, Jay ogling her body the entire way. They sit her against the stack of drywall for the time being while they figure things out. “I don’t know how long she’ll be out, you want to just set her up on a pile of drywall and fuck her until she comes to?” he asks Ja

Fun with collar and cuffs! [MFM]

*Warning: There are aspects of race play in this story, with some politically incorrect language. If that’s not your thing, move on.*

During a visit to Los Angeles in 2017 we passed by a sex shop and went in for a little shopping. There was a leather bondage set – collar, cuffs and a leash. They were trimmed with lace, and had little heart shaped locks that fastened them in place. Girly bondage! We bought the set, thinking it could be fun.

A few weeks later we were in Charlotte, NC for an event, and had a beautiful suite at a hotel. My husband had directed me to pack the set, along with my “stripper heels” and a schoolgirl skirt. At breakfast that morning he told me we were going to give the set a trial run that afternoon, and that I should be prepared to be a very bad girl. As directed, I went up to the room after lunch and had a shower, applied some body oil, and put on the skirt and heels. Nothing else, as he told me to stay topless and with no underwear.

A curious text (female pov, stalking, horror, nc, impregnation, bondage)

My shower felt so good; warm soothing water after a hot day. It had to come to an end though, I shouldn’t waste water after all! I reluctantly hopped out of my shower and dried off. Tying my towel around myself I headed back to my bedroom and sat down at my desk for a moment staring absentmindedly into my closet, thinking about what to put on.

bzz-bzz, my phone vibrated. A text, but not from a number I recognized.

“Hi Rachel, you should probably bring in your boots from the porch, there’s a chance of rain tonight.” it read.

My boots! I had forgotten them on my back deck! But wait… who was this? It had to be someone I knew.

“Thanks, I almost forgot!!” I replied gratefully, “who is this by the way? I don’t have your number on my phone.”

I waited a minute, but there was no reply. Worried about my boots though I snuck to my back door still in my towel and quickly reached out and grabbed them before slamming it shut again. They were still dry, so no harm done.

bzz-bz, another text.

[MF] Non-consensual sex that gave me a lifetime of fetishes, masterbation fodder and guilt

About 15 years ago, I (now 34M, then 19M) was visiting Goa with a few friends. I’m Indian, 6ft tall and kept myself fit by working out and swimming. Most of the trip involved a lot of drinking and generally going for long rides on rented scooters.

A few days into the holiday, a bunch of us were sitting in the AC hotel room covered under a blanket. The tv was playing and we were nursing hangovers from the previous night.

The person sitting next to me (let’s call her Chandni, 27F at the time) started rubbing her leg against mine under the covers.

I was a little taken aback, I had a long distance partner at that time and was hesitant to proceed. But being 19, I reciprocated by touching her.

Slowly, I began sliding my hand on her thigh, she firmly took my hand and slid it into her leggings, she wasn’t wearing anything under them and I started rubbing my hand around her pussy, stroking it. She spread her legs apart and I slid my finger in. Slowly fingering her under the covers. I was really concerned about the others finding out and after a few minutes I pulled my hand out.

our little Times Square toy [M43/F43/F22](MFf, control, embarrassment, anal, C/NC)

Betty and I are in our 40s and we decided to spice things up by looking for a younger girl to play with. After plenty of reddit chats, we found Trina.

Betty has a thing for sweet innocent girls (but who doesn’t? ;), so when Trina sent a photo, it was a done deal. She was kind of skinny, with dark hair in a cute bob. She was 22 and didn’t look a day older.

From the start we were very clear about what would go down. We would meet at a a little bar off of Times Square, and we’d have a suite ready at the Hyatt Centric Times if things clicked. Betty had shipped Trina the outfit she should wear, including earrings and sandals, and the only other thing she was to bring was the tiny purse we also sent.

The two of us arrived first, Betty with her beach-bag looking pocketbook. I wasn’t 100% sure Trina would show, but the minute she did, I knew she was our plaything for as long as we wanted. The bar was small but we found a corner table with a loveseat setup. I sat beside our new girl and Betty sat facing her. We made some small talk and Trina quickly became pretty comfortable. The Long Island iced teas helped with that.

A Rude Awakening (female pov, nc, bondage, creampie, impregnation)

My dragon called out and we swooped up fast. He always loved diving in and out of the clouds with me on his back. I laughed and urged him on, “Faster, faster!” I cried in delight as I grabbed onto his reins tightly.

We went up high, cresting just above the clouds, then began to dive. “Wheeee!” I shouted, as I put my hands up above my head. It was just like a roller coaster.

I cried again as we descended faster and faster, such a trilling joy.

Something was wrong though, I couldn’t put my arms down. This was odd.

I couldn’t close my mouth either. Why couldn’t I close my mouth? I tried to call out, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t make a noise.

I open my eyes. My dream faded away into darkness. I was in my room again. Darn it, why did I have to wake up? It was such a fun dream!

I went to roll over, hopeful I could go back to sleep and resume my same dream. When I did, I heard a metallic clacking noise. My arm was stuck? Wait… both my arms were stuck?

[M25/F27] world’s tightest pussy (C/NC)

I made a bet at the bar with this chick I’d just met. She was tiny. Probably 4’9’ and well under 100 lbs. She wanted to play a scene where I would pretend to attack her while she she was passed out on her bed. All I had to do to win was creampie her before she reached her phone in the kitchen, just on the other side of the wall. Going home with this girl was stupid and risky. But I couldn’t resist her.

I ordered an Uber and while we were sitting outside and waiting, I got a better look at this cute minx. Her long, straight, dark hair and little black-and-blue party dress were nice, but I couldn’t stop staring into her eyes. She was tipsy, sure, but also stupid horny and fixated on me. She put her hand on my inner thigh and looked at her lap. She said “I hope you win but my pussy is _really_ fucking tight.” I raised my eyebrow and grinned.

Daddy’s Little Fuck Toy: Part I [M30/F26] [CNC] [anal] [kink] [d/s]

A few months ago, I met a man at the bar while out with my girlfriends. The first thing I noticed about him was that he had strong, big hands. After only talking to him for 5 minutes, I began fantasizing about him choking me. I was so horny & I hadn’t had sex in weeks. It was hard to focus on what he was saying.

He bought me multiple drinks, constantly checking in to make sure I was feeling okay. He’d brush up against my arm to show interest & always maintained eye contact. He seemed so kind & genuine, yet I could tell he had potential to be an animal in the bedroom, especially after we danced on the dance floor a bit.

While we were dancing, I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants. He had to have a thick cock. That made me even hornier. His chest hair peaked through the top of his button down, which, for me, was a massive turn-on. He was around 6’1 with gorgeous dark hair, & he smelled heavenly. Even though he had a thick beard, I could still see he had chiseled cheek bones & beautiful, pouty lips. I couldn’t help but imagine him kissing me all over. As I pushed my body up against his while dancing, I could feel his soft yet muscular body. He gripped me tightly & I almost melted in his arms.