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 No.15667[Reply]

Extreme, f, M, Bestiality, Bondage, Domination, Humiliation, Pain, Rape, Sadism, Submission, Water Sports, Non-Consensual

Before

“Do you know why you're here, Mrs. Miller?”

Robin shifted impatiently in her chair. “Yes,” she said sourly. “Do you not?”

If her tone offended Dr. Taylor, he gave no sign. He continued to calmly write notes at his desk, not looking up as he spoke. “I have already had a discussion with Mr. Miller, but I feel it is always best to hear a situation from all sides.”

Robin sighed loudly, making no attempt to hide her annoyance. Even when angry, she was a stunning woman. Her natural beauty alone was impressive; she possessed a sleek, graceful figure, silky dark hair that fell about her shoulders in waves, and gray eyes that smoldered above pale, delicate features. But all that was further refined and enhanced by high-end cosmetics, tasteful jewelry, and a tight blue dress from Paris that had cost five figures. All together, she looked as lovely and perfect as a porcelain doll, albeit one that would like to be anywhere but there. “The situation is that my husband is a lying, cheating sack of shit that I'm about to kick to the curb. But first I'm humoring him with this marriage counseling nonsense. A counseling session that apparently he can't even bother to show up to!”

“If you already have set your heart on a divorce,” Dr. Taylor asked, head still down, “then why did you agree to come here for counseling?”

“Because it's part of the ridiculous prenup we signed,” she growled, clicking her impeccably manicured nails against the armrest. “If I divorce him without attempting counseling first, he keeps everything. But if he thinks this fucking no-show act is going to save him, he's dead wrong. All I have to do is attend this one lousy session, and then it's over and I can legally ream him out. Now, I'm sure you're wonderful at your job, but since I have no intention of listening to anything you have to say, why don't we save ourselves some time and end it here?”
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 No.15668

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After

One month after the therapy session, Mr. and Mrs. Miller were still in bed, on what had become a typical morning. Robin was sucking hard on her husband's prick, doing her best to make her mouth a tight vacuum for him. He'd already cum this way twice this morning, and was still soft, but she was doing her very best to get him willing for a third round.

Two days after the therapy session, Robin and Michael had had a long talk about the future of their relationship. Robin had agreed very strongly that she had been extremely unfair to him, and the two had come up with a series of rules that she would follow from now on, in order to help make up for her past behavior. No punishment or consequence for breaking any of these rules was ever brought up by either of them, nor was there a need to. If the first session with Dr Taylor had not been enough, the second had ensured that Robin was very, very eager to show what a good wife she could be.

That session had occurred the very day after the first, when she had run away from home. She'd gone straight to the house of her best friend Molly and her husband, collapsed into their arms sobbing, and called the police. The two men who'd arrived several minutes later drove a police car and wore police uniforms, but once in the house they'd tasered all three of them, handcuffed them, and dragged them into the back of their car.

Robin had never seen the husband again. Molly she never saw in person, but her husband showed her a photo once that he claimed came from somewhere in South America. In it, a pretty woman with dead eyes was at the center of a gangbang, three men inside her and dozens more waiting their turn. It wasn't easy to recognize her best friend, what with her shaved hair, badly bruised face, and the obscene tattoos all over her body that advertised cheap holes in several different languages, but she managed.

Robin herself had been transported directly to Dr Taylor's office. As part of her repeat lesson, he had surgically inserted a tracking device into her back, without anesthetic of course. It was close enough to her spine that any attempt to dig it out herself was far more likely to result in permanent paralysis than anything else. Except when deactivated by her husband to take her out, the tracker would send an alert whenever she was more than a few feet away from her home.

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 No.15669

Great premise! I like the aversion therapy training quite a bit. I'm sad that the bestiality session was essentially cut out though.

 No.17743



 No.15574[Reply]

(cons, free use, casual, cuckquean, choking, deepthroat, gutting)

Women's home bathrooms each have their own unique feel to them. A personality of sorts, not always entirely matching that of the woman that cultivated them.

Kim's was a careful mess. Chaos crammed away into drawers and cabinets, kept out of sight so as not to mar the respectable outward appearance. At first glance, it was clean, orderly. Once you looked behind or within you found everything was dirty, half the products used up or dried up, but all in its own special place, following her own internal logic of order. Guy wasn't sure what that meant about her, really. All he was concerned with was where she kept the fresh razors.

Pulling open and rifling through yet another drawer, he passed over a box tampons, tarnished trimming scissors, the third makeup bag he'd found, and a bottle of dried out pink nail polish. Nowhere was a clean razor to be found.

Straightening with a grunt, he took a moment to think, rubbing slowly at his unshaven face. This was hardly the first woman's bathroom he'd visited, or the hundredth for that matter. If anyone was qualified to solve this puzzle, he was. A thousand one-night stands, some smaller number of short term relationships, and a few sharing circles meant he'd gone through some version of this predicament more times than he could really count.

He'd checked beneath the sink first, of course. That was where bulk items usually could be found, and razors were often sold so. Yet oddly, there was nothing at all there save for a single roll of toilet paper. All secondary locations were fruitless as well, every drawer, cabinet, and even the linen closet thoroughly explored. Taken together, they contained every toiletry one could wish for. Except razors.

Maybe she was just out.

He seriously considered the concept for a minute before discarding it. Her legs had been too smooth beneath his hands, a sign that spoke of frequent shaving by dint of how effectively she'd stripped her skin of every stray follicle. No one was that good unless they had a lot of practice, and a lot of practice meant going through a lot of razors. Ergo she should have some, somewhere.
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 No.16805

Wow, Gunnerkrigg Roulette was an amazing story. I was so turned on. Thanks for writing and posting it.

 No.16812

a lovely new addition. such eager girls, and the tinge of magic for extra spice.
beautiful work as always NPR

 No.17221

The Mating Habits of the Common Mantis
(cons, decapitation, /fur/, insect, futa, ruined orgasm, premature ejaculation, impregnation)

Crawling along the sides of the road with clockwork grace, multitudes of mantises move purposefully as the day approaches its end. Modified from their ancient, miniature morphology, the now sentient bipedal insects stand tall, cooperating in the countless small gestures of civilization. At crosswalks they wait for vehicles to pass, pedestrians and road traffic both following the indications of lighted signs. Bare chitin and sexual organs alike are modestly covered with clothing, currency exchanged in the shops and stores along the sidewalks. Those walking keep mostly to the ground, only occasionally detouring onto walls to pass by an obstruction.

Despite the many varied destinations of all these respectable, law-abiding mantises, there is one spot on the street that most seem to actively avoid. Standing out from the utilitarian design of neighboring buildings, the glass construction is filled with the blurred green shapes of vegetation, lightly frosted panes protecting the privacy of those within from prying eyes without. Unlike the fairly fashionable patrons of other establishments, the mantises that enter wear minimal, almost unappealing clothing. More and more of these ilk arrive as the night grows later, commerce dying down across the rest of the street.

Immediately inside, these mantises turn down a sharply turning hall that doubles back on itself, providing privacy from those walking by outside. The short entryway leads into a small foyer where two larger mantises stand guard, supervising while newcomers strip off and discard the clothing they'd worn in. Chitinous green exoskeleton is laid bare beneath the dim lights, more modest mantises briefly covering their breasts and reproductive organs from the watching bouncers.

Despite this respect paid to the rules of civilization even these most reserved of mantises are undeniably deviants, here to engage in sexual rebellion against the taboos of their society.

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 No.17307

>>17221
Excellent story!

 No.17697

Interspecies Diplomacy
(/f/, Star Wars, futa, masturbation, exhibitionism, handjob, xeno)

Boots rattled the grille floors of the Rebel troop transport, jovial laughs echoing into the locker room before the elite squad filed in. The six mixed members of the group were exuberant, each alien face showing the joy of a successful mission in a different way. Jostling and joking, they shared a high point of camaraderie before splitting off to their respective lockers, stripping combat uniforms off their sweaty bodies.

Catabell came in last of all, smiling to see her friends so happy. The human Jedi had been their nominal leader since the squadron was formed, and felt an almost motherly satisfaction at how well they all got along, how efficient and effective they were as a group. They boasted one of the highest mission success rates across all Rebel forces, and shared the pride of that achievement equally.

Going to her own locker nearest the door, Catabell started to peel off her battle tunic. She felt no shame in exposing her body before her fellows, as they felt no shame in exposing theirs to her. Each of them was of a different race, yet all of the same gender. It was part of what she felt made them trust each other so well, that trust being instrumental to their success.

A conversation between two of her squadmates caught the Jedi's ear as she finished undressing, the emotional energy of the words discordant with her contentment. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw her Mirialan squad member hemmed in between Tah Gi and Mabtehle, the Kaminoan and Mon Calamari united in purpose as they so often were.

"It's only a scientific curiosity," Tah Gi insisted, long thin body bent over Yumti's shorter green shape as the Mirialan looked away. Mabtehle backed up her partner, placing a stocky orange hand on her hip.

"We can show you ours too, if you're embarrassed." Bulbous eyes blinked at Yumti, the Mon Calamari woman sounding placidly reasonable. Still Yumti did not meet either of their glances, the geometric tattoos on her face obscured by shadow as she looked down, seeming embarrassed. Nearby another of their squadmates was also starting to take notice, Setrue's horned Zabrakian profile turning towards the trio.

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 No.17639[Reply]

“How’s my little band geek?” Danny asked as I walked out of the music room. He leaned casually against the wall holding his backpack in his hand.

“I’m fine, asshole.” I said and gave him a playful shove.

He made an over exaggerated act of losing his balance and almost falling over. I could not help but smile and laugh even though he called me names. He was pretty obviously flirting with me, and it always surprised me even though he had been meeting me after school every day for the past two weeks.

It surprised me because he was a senior and a starter on the football team, while I was a sophomore and basically an unknown in the social scene of Branson Woods High.

We walked to his car as he asked me about how my classes were going. I gave him a rundown of my day as usual.

My cynical side told me he was just hoping to be the one to take my virginity. Every other part of me was ready to give him whatever he wanted.

He drove me home in his car—an old muscle car that he was super proud of. As we came around the turn to my house, a jolt of terror hit me. In the driveway of my house was my dad’s work van. He was never home at this time. I ducked low.

“Keep going. Keep going.” I told Danny. He looked at me, bent over double in the seat next to him, and laughed.
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 No.17644

That was lovely! I assume that you are female, and it's great seeing writing done from that perspective. I'm becoming a big fan of your work TBH.

 No.17646

>>17644 Thanks. This is my favorite kind of stuff to write but i don’t think there’s a lot of demand for it. Lol I’m glad someone enjoys it though!

 No.17654

nice story thank you

 No.17661

I love this shit. I hope you keep posting.

 No.17696

There's demand, keep posting :)


 No.17592[Reply]

Part One

The five girls sat on the couch in the waiting room, waiting to die. Five futa girls, to be exact, all of them taken that morning without warning from an illicit brothel called "The Pink Pecker", which specialized in selling services from chicks with dicks.

Anne was the eldest at 23, and thus the leader of the group. Raven haired, tall, curvacious, busty and pale skinned, she was the picture of a cool beauty. Her cock was an impressive 10" long at rest, which had made her the envy of the girls and had also made her a star amongst the clientele. On the opposite side of the age scale was young Tina, who had just turned 16 a month ago. Blonde haired, blue eyed, a light scattering of freckles, flat chested slender, and with a cute little cock that barely reached 4" during an erection, she was in every way the polar opposite of Anne. Despite that, the two had a very close sisterly relationship.

Sitting beside them was Sara (age 17), who was the tomboy of the group. Her Hispanic heritage showed in her short stature and chocolatey brown skin, along with her fiery temperament. She was toned, her arms and legs thick and muscular, and she packed a chiseled 6 pack abdomen that had some of the girls wonder if she didn't slip a few 'roids into her protein shakes. Sara's piece was a respectable 5".

Marybelle (age 20) was Sara's best friend, despite being a tad bit overweight. Not that it mattered, since most of Marybelle's fat went into all the right places, which resulted in a body that most agreed had a satisfying plumpness to it, along with a soft stomach and milky white tits that the men who frequented the "Pink Pecker" were especially fond of snuggling into. She also had by far the largest cock, both in length (17") and girth (3" at the thickest). Her motherly tendencies had made her extremely popular among the more lonely clients.

The final girl sitting at the couch was a new hire. Quiet, bookish Samantha (age 18) had been living on the streets for a few months before being picked up by the owners of the Pink Pecker. Her skinny limbs, slender waist, flat chest and short, curly brunette hair, along with her large, thick glasses had often meant she was mistaken as a boy. The penis (3.5" long) probably didn't help matters much. However, what she lacked in physical traits, she more than made up for in a complete willingness to do whatever a John required of her. This meant she wasPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.17681

Part Two

There were five bodies slowly swaying from the gallows when the girls got there. Tina whimpered and squeezed herself against Anne's side, shaking in fear. Anne only stared up at the corpses and grimaced. Soon, they would be the ones swinging from a noose. The guards nonchalantly walked up the steps of the platform and cut down each body. They grabbed each one by the shoulders and feet, and simply threw them off the platform to the ground below, a drop of about 20 meters. The girls squealed as the corpses fell, the snap of bones cracking interspersed with solid, meaty thuds. None of them could bear to look at the bodies as they walked past the pile of limp limbs and torsos.

Once all five of the previous group had been unceremoniously dropped to the cold concrete below, the current group was forced up the steps to find five fresh nooses prepared specifically for them. Each girl had their weight and height measured, then calculated for the optimal length of rope to ensure a quick, clean break of the cervical vertebrae. There were five large X marks on the long, rectangular trapdoor. As each girl stood over an X, a guard would throw the designated noose over their head, sliding the knot underneath their jaw. Sara looked over and barked out a harsh laugh. "Sam, of all the times to pop a fucking stiffy!" Samantha blushed, despite her terror. Her penis pulsed with blood, in the throes of a raging erection. The guards noticed, and gathered round to take photos, much to Samantha's further humiliation. Then, one of the guards came to each noosed futanari and slipped a black cloth hood over their heads.

The girls tensed up. It was almost time. Anne cleared her suddenly dry throat. "Girls, it was great knowing you all", she spoke clearly and with noticeable pride. "We may not have lived long, but we lived the best lives we could, given the circumstances. I hope to meet you all up in the next world". She tripped over those last words, all the pent up fear suddenly spilling over. "Ooh god", she exhaled. At that moment, the trapdoor opened up. Suddenly, all five girls felt the platform below their feet slip away. Gravity took hold and dragged them down to earth. There was a loud crack as five nooses closed tight, shattering five spinal cords. Their bodies, now without a functional CNS shivered and twitched, bladders relaxing and unleashing streams of piss down long, slender legs. Samantha's rock hard cock Post too long. Click here to view the full text.


 No.8651[Reply]

"Don't be afraid," the hulking man standing over me says. His voice is gruff and menacingly contradictory to his words.

A single incandescent dangling from a wire lights the room. I allow my eyes to flick upward though the fringe of my bangs toward the man's shadowed face. I'm not sure how long I've been here, and the details of how I got here are still fuzzy in my mind. I do know, however, that this is his third visit to the room in which he is keeping me.

All I know is that my name is Kaylin, I'm fifteen, and I live in Harrisburg, VA. I have a pet dog named Rosie, my mom told me she loved me last time we spoke; and I'm really cold.

There's a rough woolen blanket on which I am sitting, naked, with my wrists bound behind my back. The tightly tied rope feels like it has rubbed my skin raw.

"Miss." He says again. "Please don't be afraid." He takes a step forward, his heavy boot lands only a few inches from my leg and I instinctively recoil, pressing my back up against the wall.

It's the cool damp wall of an unfinished basement. I can't contain the tremors that run the whole length of my body from a combination of terror and cold. I shut my eyes, trying to shut off my brain.

It never works.

I feel something rough brush my cheek and then run across the top of my head. I realize he is patting my head. "Pretty girl." He says almost childlike. "I'm sorry. Tomorrow it will be your turn. Just don't be afraid. It will not be much longer."


I shut my eyes tight. The screams come again not long after his visit, just as they have after every visit. They are the screams of a different girl every time, but they begin the same: with whimpered pleadings accompanied by the sound of a body being dragged past right outside my door. "No, please. Please don't hurt me."

Then a door is opened somewhere down the hall and they change to confusion and fear: "Oh my God. No! Oh my god! What is that? Please no!"

It ends not long after with bloodcurdling cries of pure terror and pain, cut short just a few seconds later.

I cannot imagine what awaits me.



I awake from a nightmare with a start. Has it been hours or minutes? I'm trying my best to not think. I've spent days locked in this cell, thinking. Thinking of ways to get out. Thinking of ways I might die. I've tried to remember how I ended up here. But thinking, I quickly realized only makes things worse. I somehow remember every singlePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.17674

Very nice! Poor Kaylin! I love the realism of the emotional turmoil that you imbue your victims with.


 No.17662[Reply]

I feel like I’ve been spamming a bit, but I kinda just got a flood of inspiration and I’m trying some things out with my writing. If there’s any suggestions you have or concepts you are interested in let me know. I only really write stuff that turns me on so I hope you understand. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one:

Mrs. McGuire opened convocation with a prayer and then moved on to discussing the issues with the fights in the lunchroom.

West Brownsville Girl’s School was basically a prison for girls who had issues at their past school. My issue had been with Mr. Jenkins who had sexually harassed me. I was 15 at the time and he called me sugartits. When I reported it to the principal, I found out he had already reported me for trying to suck him off in the teacher lounge. Of course neither of us had witnesses and his being a teacher meant he was taken at his word.

I was not expelled per se. They called it being relocated. Either way Mr. Jenkins won that round.

Now at 16 I found myself at an all girls school that was vaguely religious as required us to wear uniforms that made us all look like English school girls.

I was currently sitting next to Meg Miles who, over the past week, had been obsessed with running her hand discreetly along my leg and up under my skirt. We all wore white leggings, so I do not know what she was hoping to find, but I had to keep firmly pushing her hand away from my crotch. She said she was just teasing me, but I think she was hoping I would reciprocate.

Back at my last school, I was seen as the easy girl. Not because I had ever even done anything sexual—the most I had done was let myself be felt up by Ryan Gandy as we made out—but because, as Ms. Heideker the school counselor put it, I dressed “like a slut.”

Somehow, even here my reputation seemed to have carried over.
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 No.17668

Don't worry about spamming one second, the more stories there are on here the better.

Your story is very original, and surprised me a lot. I thought it was going to be some sort of school drama, only for the roof to just suddenly crush everyone - brilliant! The plot with Meg is a very well executed detail, as is the twist with the main character sucking off the rescue worker.

The story is well written, though there are some typos scattered throughout. Proofreading is boring I know, but worth it. There are no huge mistakes here but typos and spelling errors can be distracting, so an easy way to improve your writing instantly is to proofread more thoroughly.

I enjoyed the story very much, and I hope there's more to come!

 No.17669

Not exactly a very erotic story for my tastes, but a pretty interesting unusual idea.
It is pretty good just as a plain story not only as porn.

 No.17671

Wow, I probably don't even need to tell you that I loved that. Are you trying to move in on my territory or just flirting with me? ;)


 No.17565[Reply]

I wanted to write a story that Jimsugomi likes. That's why I tried myself at a not fatal debreasting story.

Kairi, Namine and Xion are cute girls. And at least Kairi has a proper breast size. (I tried to make them a bit bigger)

Did you find all nicknames for breast i tried to use?



Three Kairi’s burger special.

Kairi and Xion look at the special grills in disbelief. Namine actually was seriously planning to do it. Namine placed three of the newest Scrooge McDuck breast roasting prototypes on the table of her kitchen. The grills have been specially adapted for a girl to prepare her breasts without any help.
They had joked around: that they wanted to roast tit burgers for their boyfriends. It was just a joke that they wanted to use their own tits. Namine apparently really wants to roast her own tits for Roxas.
"Scrooge McDuck lets us use it for free as long as we record everything so he can use it as an advertisement.” Explains Namine excited. "Isn’t that exciting?"
"I know we talked about it." Stutters Xion. "But do you really want to roast your own breasts? I mean it most likely will be very delicious and Axel will love it… But Really!?"
Kairi is uncertain: “Allegedly, they regrow after a few weeks if you cure it with Vita. Scrooge McDuck earns double by selling an elixir to his customers when they order their own products in his restaurants. But wouldn’t it hurt a lot?”
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 No.17561[Reply]

Another day in the kitchen of horrors for a certain eldritch monster, but today was special in that she had been summoned, through a ritual not the standard method of mail, call, or reference, to prepare a special dish for a select group of the higher class. Also known as the rich, renowned, well-known, and wealthy in monetary values.

In other words, Ebony had been asked to prepare a banquet for the 1% of high class billionaires… or something like that. She hadn’t been paying attention.

Odd that they knew how to summon her, but she shrugged it off and guessed it was another follower of the Hungerer that knew about her and had told them. Otherwise, she would have never agreed to this reservation. A full-course banquet for six to eight people using her own ingredients was a waste of her time, resources, and the diners’ times, but she was contracted to obey by the eldritch ritual and summoning.

Just more items in the pantry for the next feast in a few days. As these diners would become her patrons, she would know where to find them when the time came.

The special dish, however, was both strange and familiar to her.

“Prepare the provided model in a similar manner to this video reference, except for the middle and ending sections. We do not wish to become a meal ourselves.” This was what her instructions, read from a note, had said. She looked over at the bound woman she had been provided with, delivered from within a body bag by a pair of hired muscles, she suspected, and frowned. “You won’t be filling at all for these people; maybe a few of the homeless. There isn’t enough time to fattened you up before the deadline, I don’t have time to properly stuff you, and you’re not willing at all…” Ebony said with a smile that only made the woman more afraid of her situation.

The chef leaned forward, hands on her knees, and looked at the woman with her black and yellow eyes. “I won’t hurt you, but you will need to help me with this request. Understand?” She asked.

There was a moment of whimpering, and then the woman nodded her head.
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 No.17562


Time went by and they were ready to begin… at least Ebony and Emiko were. Once Kari had finished her task of chopping vegetables and fruits and putting them into the refrigerator so they would stay fresh, she retired to the upstairs bedrooms to sleep and await the morning when she could leave.

After exchanging a few words, the cook and willing meatgirl were the only ones left in the kitchen, and it was time to begin the cooking.

First was the flouring, something they had agreed was more for show rather than preparation, but Ebony and Emiko had agreed to add a little bit extra to it.



To start with, Emiko laid down on a large mound of dough and flour, applying a light layer to herself, as Ebony carried over a set of jars containing pie filling, her favorite three knives sheathed on the outside of a think animal skin apron.
Since the reference called for a solitary meat dish, Ebony planned to make small cuts into Emiko’s body, providing openings for her to fill her with a cranberry filling she had mixed up.

The flour was to staunch the bleeding while the dough would seal the wound.

“Okay, let’s get started. A couple cuts in the lower chest, and then we’ll get you filled up.” Ebony said with a smile as she sat the jars down and brandished one of her knives. “Should I knock you out first?” She asked.
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 No.17794

>>17561 >>17562
Very enjoyable. Well done.


 No.17552[Reply]

I search for his name in the back of my mind as his dick hits the back of my throat. I am sure he told me when he sat down next to me and introduced himself earlier this evening. But four drinks and a lot of dancing later, it seems to have vanished from my memory.

His hand caresses the back of my head easing himself deeper until I gag. My pussy is super wet and I’m hoping that this will go further than just a blowjob in the bathroom. But just as I am trying to think of a way to move this back to my room, he ejaculates in my mouth. I swallow his come as he pulls out, letting a thick string of semen drip from my lips and cling to my chin.

He looks down at me with a big grin.
“I’ll see ya back out there.”

He exits the bathroom quickly, leaving me kneeling on the floor in the stall.

I stand up and wash out my mouth with water from the sink. I wipe my mouth and look at myself in the mirror. My tousled hair in the mirror is hopeless at this point, and my dress has a spot of semen or saliva on it. I brush it away with a paper towel.

Tentatively, I step out of the bathroom and into the deserted hallway. I am a few minutes walk away from the far side of the hotel where the wedding reception is still going on. I check the time on my phone. 1:45 in the morning. My phone’s battery is at 4%.

I realize I’m exhausted physically and emotionally. Even if we would end up having sex later, I really do not feel up to socializing with Bradley any more tonight.

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 No.17553

Wow! <3

 No.17554

This was wonderfully written and very enjoyable to read. Thanks for sharing!

 No.17558

A young woman, a slit throat and a rape. How could I not like it?


 No.17535[Reply]

This thread is for my new site: Grim Erotica.

https://grimerotica.wordpress.com/

I'll frequently post links to new stories, as it's easier than trying to format it just to post it here.

Feedback and tips are welcome, just keep criticism constructive; random insults will be ignored.

Here is the first story;

https://grimerotica.wordpress.com/2019/08/20/game-girls/

 No.17539

If you are posting links you should at least provide some synopsis of the story so that we could know what it is about.

Story looks good, but not exactly my taste as I prefer happy guro or at least more gore. However I think there will be plenty of people who will like it.

 No.17545

Is there a particular reason why you constantly change your name?

 No.17546

>>17539

I will remember next time.

>>17545

Several. I won't go into details.


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