I wake up tied in a chair. Where am I? The last thing I remember was going to sleep at home. I take in my surroundings for a moment. I’m tied in a small dining chair. Nearby are four people, tied to similar chairs and also unconscious. One other dude, and three girls. They look about my age, seventeen or eighteen. One of the girls is wearing pyjamas, the rest of them are in normal clothes. Have we been kidnapped?! Oh my God! I look around the room some more. It’s an L-Shaped room, and we’re all tied in the corners of it. On one side of the “L”, to my left, is an empty hallway with a door on the right hand side. At the end of the hallway is a cupboard. To my right, there are a few desks with computers. On the left of that hallway are some windows, with a view of a bedroom. Inside the room are some cameras and lighting equipment. What the hell is this? Where are the exits. One of the other girls wakes up. “Huh?” She seems as confused as I was. Despite her obliviousness, I ask her anyway, “What do you remember?” “Nothing really. I was walking… where am I?” Suddenly, the dude wakes up, followed by the girl who was wearing pyjamas. A massive argument breaks out. “Who the hell are you people?” “Where am I?” the last girl, who had been quiet for the entire time, suddenly pipes up. “QUIET!” How long had she been conscious? Maybe before me… “First things first, let’s get this straight. We’ve been kidnapped.” Great. Another thing off the bucket list. “Now, I’m Emily. What are all your names?” “I’m Maggie,” says the girl in the pyjamas. “Rachel,” says the girl who I had just talked to. “I’m Kyle,” I say. “Jeremy,” says the other dude. “Great,” says Emily. “Now, we gotta get these ropes undone-” her voice is cut off by the loud, screechy feedback from a microphone. “Hello? Is this thing on?” says a voice, coming from a loudspeaker hidden somewhere. “Hi. Now, I bet you’re all confused, frightened, I need you to listen very carefully.” The five of us fall into dead silence. “You’ve been kidnapped. Not a soul knows where you kids are. Your hometowns have issued Amber Alerts, but you’re far from there now.” Really? How could I have been taken so far in my sleep? It makes no sense! “Now, I drugged you all.” Oh. *That* makes sense. “There are two groups of you, in different rooms. Don’t try to yell, the other group won’t be able to hear you. Now, only one group is going to be released alive. The other group will be killed brutally.” “Holy shit,” says Jeremy. “Shut up,” replies Maggie. “Now, which group will be which? It’s easy. Each group has twelve hours to write, film, edit, and submit a porno. Whichever one we like the best will win.” The group makes terrified faces at eachother. “The winning group will be released, the losers will be killed. I will come back on the loudspeaker again in twelve hours. Each of you has a bedroom and a bathroom to use as a set, film equipment, a cupboard of sex toys, and computers with state-of-the-art editing software. These are to be quality films. You may do any style of film you like, there are no limits to genre. Don’t worry, these videos will not be put on the internet. These are only for us. Good luck. I’ll speak to you in twelve hours.” We all look eachother in the eyes. “He’s serious,” I say. “Of course he’s serious,” says Rachel. We start arguing again. I look over to Emily, and see that she’s already out of the chair. “Alright. Lemme untie you guys.”
Tag: Reluctant
Thank God- A Mormon Sex Fantasty [Str8] [M/F] [reluc] [oral]
He had always been a pious man. A man of God. He read his scriptures day in and day out. He arrived to work in well pressed suits that his wife Chelsea ironed each morning. He spoke of Chelsea often, and their bouncing baby boy Bradley. Dave had, by every account, the perfect life.
But something bothered him. No matter how often he tried to keep his thoughts pure and ask God for grace day in and day out, his mind often drifted to his coworker Jessica. He didn’t understand why. Perhaps it was the way her voice, like lavender, like silk, swirled in his head long after she had spoken. Perhaps it was the way her pant suits hugged her hips in the most perfect way, her perfect butt bouncing as she walked. Perhaps it was the openness to which she spoke of her dating life.
Dave didn’t like to hear about those things, but her weekend stories of one night stands and evening drinks with strangers often wandered to his cubicle as she chatted with her friend Kathy in the break room.
The Royal Garden 04 (spy genre) [MFFFF, bdsm, mdom, fsub, orgy, reluc, fantasy]
Hunted [fm] [primal/prey] [Mdom] [Fsub] [reluc] (xpost from r/sexystories)
“Are you ready, trouble?”
Your hot breath burned over my skin, making me shiver with anticipation. I couldn’t help the smile that grew across my face as I bounced on the balls of my feet, eager to get moving while you stood behind me, hands on my sides.
I felt you grin against my neck as you sensed my anticipation, and you ran your hands gently from my waist down to my hips, squeezing them. The touch was gentle, but held meaning, reminding me of how strong you were; How much bigger you were compared to my small frame.
“Don’t forget to look behind you” you teased, a smile in your voice.
I ignored you as I stared out into the darkness, my eyes memorizing the patterns of the trees in front of me, my heart beat picking up with every second that passed.
Finally, you released me. Stepping away from where you’d been pressed up against my back, you dropped your hands from my sides, and I took my first step toward the beckoning forest. Taking a deep breath, I broke into a sprint, darting into the trees as my pounding heart echoed in my ears.
Hunted [fm] [primal/prey] [Mdom] [Fsub] [reluc]
“Are you ready, trouble?”
Your hot breath burned over my skin, making me shiver with anticipation. I couldn’t help the smile that grew across my face as I bounced on the balls of my feet, eager to get moving while you stood behind me, hands on my sides.
I felt you grin against my neck as you sensed my anticipation, and you ran your hands gently from my waist down to my hips, squeezing them. The touch was gentle, but held meaning, reminding me of how strong you were; How much bigger you were compared to my small frame.
“Don’t forget to look behind you” you teased, a smile in your voice.
I ignored you as I stared out into the darkness, my eyes memorizing the patterns of the trees in front of me, my heart beat picking up with every second that passed.
Finally, you released me. Stepping away from where you’d been pressed up against my back, you dropped your hands from my sides, and I took my first step toward the beckoning forest. Taking a deep breath, I broke into a sprint, darting into the trees as my pounding heart echoed in my ears.
Don’t Flash Your Tits At Strangers, Part 7 [Mf] [blkmail] [huml] [reluc]
Jackson couldn’t believe the day had finally come.
He’d had a crush on his young sister-in-law for years now. In fact, he still remembered the first day he met Aly and her fucking incredible, perky tits. It was back when Jenn was just his girlfriend, not his wife. He was going to meet her family at their house in the suburbs and after introductions with her mother and stepfather in the kitchen, he went upstairs to use the bathroom. But instead of walking into the bathroom, he accidentally walked into a bedroom. Not just any bedroom either — Aly’s.
And once he laid eyes upon her, the addiction began.
She was a fucking vision — stretched out asleep on her bed, her round ass in the air and her naked left tit popping out of her flimsy tank top. *Jesus fuck.* Jackson remembered salivating, his tongue instantly swelling at the sight of her heavy yet incredibly perky breast, its nipple so pretty and pink it reminded Jackson of candy. It made him want so badly to suck it, to taste it and confirm its honey-like sweetness.
He was entranced.
How a Weird Cute Girl Cured my Depression. [MW] [Fdom] [mast] [reluc] [voy]
Call me Steve. I’m an average-looking, although lean, 26 years year old male.
A few months ago I moved to Sydney after completing my engineering degree and – let’s face facts – after my girlfriend, Jai, dumped me for another guy. Apparently, I was always studying and not being attentive to her needs. Her “needs” often centred on her interests, her friends and, well, shopping. I’m not bitter about her choosing somebody else, in truth, I did make my studies as a priority, but also I did love that girl, and I was depressed as hell for losing her. Moving to Sydney and into a tiny little inner-city flat while I looked for work didn’t help. I did low paying intern work during the day, and at night watched TV and moped.
It was a Tuesday night about 6.00 pm when there came a lazy rapping on my door. I sighed as I was about to do something and didn’t wish to be interrupted. But, as I never got visitors I was curious as to who might be knocking at this hour. Please don’t let it be religious nuts.
Her Demon Cums at Night [MF][incubus][nc][supernatural]
He comes to me in my dreams, the handsome man with the deep, honeyed voice who can change into the man of my deepest desire. He started visiting me at the age of twelve; the month after my first period. I couldn’t explain why the reason why I’m falling asleep in class is because an incubus, a perverted demon, stalks me at night and I’m afraid to sleep.
When he comes to me, it always begins the same; I’m standing alone in complete darkness and I repeat my prayer, asking for God’s merciful light. It comes in the form of a spot light and I stand safe within it. A pair of red eyes glow in the darkness, menacingly staring at me, but I know I’m safe as long as I stay in the light. He’s tried luring me from the light, scaring me from it with growls, but I remain within it. Repeating Ava’s prayer became my bedtime mantra. It’s kept him out of my dreams and in the shadows for a number of years, but in recent years, he’s been coming to me in the world between awake and fully asleep. What’s worse, he’s been able to step into the spotlight, handsome and beguiling and that’s scarier than anything you can imagine. Once he appears, I’m trapped unless I’m awakened by someone or until he lets me go. And tonight was no different. I struggled to wake but couldn’t, paralyzed betwixt dreams and reality. I couldn’t mouth the word ‘help’, couldn’t scream in hopes of waking Clarrisa.
Tonight he appeared with scruffy black hair and deep brown eyes sparkling with flakes of gold. Shirtless, bronzed in black silk pajama bottoms, he gave me that damned beautiful smile of his.
In a low seductive voice, he said, “Hello, Talia.”
“I’ll be very unimpressed if you don’t leave me bruised” [MF] [College]
First story, so apologies if the writing isn’t quite up to scratch. This all happened fairly recently – so there will be opportunities for follow up stories if people are interested… I’m also pretty sure some details are in the wrong order but I doubt if anyone cares.
I’m at a pretty large university – and bored and extremely single, I was on tinder. I matched with a pretty, tall, slender, glasses-wearing red-head called Jessica. For context (and imaginations :P) I’m below average height, average looks, brown hair, blue eyes, but am pretty athletic. Name’s John.
Chatting led to texting, which led to a date. The date went well enough, but as such dates generally go, there wasn’t really anything there. We texted a bit more but I left it.
Except, a few days later, I got this exact text:
*”I get the impression you’re not interested. But I really need to get laid so… Wanna hook up?”*
(Italics from here on out are exact quotes by the way).
We were on.
TL;DR: she came round later that week, and we had sex. But that would ruin the fun.