Cum_Inside
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Hello everyone.
I was keeping track of my role plays in my signature but the collection is becoming fairly large now and I wanted a better place to collate all of them for easy access instead of driving everybody nuts with a mile-long signature in every single one of my posts.
It's also a place for me to post new ideas and stories I'd eventually like to write and keep track of everything going on and post mass updates for the times that life takes over and gets the best of me.
In short, this is just a place for me to ramble on to myself but anyone is welcome to stop in for a visit : )
I hope you all enjoy.
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Harper Lawson is a young woman in an abusive relationship who rekindles a relationship with a high-school prom-date. He turns out to be a little more than that when they reconnect. Harper is also struggling to keep some dark secrets buried because that age-old saying is definitely true: two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Abusive relationship, Cheating, Cheating, some Dubious consent/Non-consensualEmotional manipulation/blackmail Murder.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
Staring straight ahead, Harper saw that horrified girl’s face flash before her eyes from so many years ago - her biggest regret was burying that woman, the haunted expression forever ingrained in Harper’s mind. Even if she’d never physically raised the shovel or touched her, Harper had spurned her when she needed help. Harper never told anyone, had no plans to after Cameron’s threats, aware it was already too late to help anyway. That girl who had been raped in her basement two years ago by her fiancé and his friends, that girl who had begged Harper to help her...
Harper hadn’t known what to do. She’d watched this nameless girl cry in fear and pain and Harper had been frozen, staring in terror at the base of her boyfriend’s disgusting lack of morals, his best friend Trey levering her with a calm, cool gaze and the words: “just walk away Harp. Cam’s a little hungry. Why don’t you go make us some dinner?” and his mocking laughter had never left her.
Harper Hastings is a young woman who gets engaged to her boyfriend Nathan at the beginning of the tale. Her single father, Andrew, has bent over backward to provide for her and give her the best life possible. It may just be, though, that he wants more...
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Spanking, Incest, Cheating, some Dubious consent/Non-consensual.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
After they had worked together to load the pizza and were sipping on their drinks (a raspberry ice tea for Harper) in their designated booth, Harper decided that she couldn’t stall very much longer. She needed to get this over with. She reached over the table and took his hands in hers, clasping her tiny fingers around the girth of his hands, rough and calloused from years of hard manual labour.
“Daddy,” she started. It was a placating tone, the way she talked to him when she didn’t want him to be angry with her. “I have some news. Now I know that you’re not Nathan’s biggest fan but he makes me so happy — I feel loved and protected and cherished with him, which is what you’ve always wanted for me. We’ve been together a while now and we both want to take the next step. Nathan asked me to marry him,” Harper’s heart was hammering away in her chest, watching him carefully, her sweet green eyes locked on her father’s.
Andrew tensed, hand clamping down against hers, physically preparing himself for the words he now knew were coming.
“I said yes. We’re getting married, Daddy.”
Rachel Kane is an aging mother who has been forced to move in with her adult son after financial struggles have taken her home following alcohol addiction.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Spanking, Incest, Emotional/Physical Manipulation, some Dubious consent/Non-consensual.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
She turned slowly, moving back towards the recliner and grasping for the tie. She didn’t want to get to close to Grant, seeking time keep away from his temper, but it already seemed too late. Her small hand rose to hold out the tie for him, eyes lowered instinctively in what one might call a submissive gesture. It didn’t seem practical that her son was the boss, but... His house, his rules.
Her hand shook, itching for the bottle. If she could just have one more swallow... she might have enough courage.
She said nothing, well aware that anything she tried to say would probably incite him, sounding more like an excuse than anything else.
She cast her eyes away to the floor when she realized that he was stripping right there in front her, even if it was only his dresshirt; she’d seen him without a shirt plenty when he was a teen, but nothing since he’d left the home to start fresh. She knew that he worked out in his spare time, and the defining curve of muscle over his pectorals was cut finely, filling out his shirts impeccably. Still, even though it didn’t violate any rules, she felt like seeing him this way was wrong - the whipcrack of tension in the air made this feel more like something intimate, nothing calm and easy, and everything that didn’t belong.
They weren’t poolside. It wasn’t hot in here. There was no need for him to be stripping off his clothes in the living room like a neanderthal with his mother present right in front of him.
He was just demonstrating that this was his house and she was nothing more than a nobody in his eyes (the firm way his eyes never wavered as he watched his mother bow her head and curl in on herself said it all).
Amara is a young woman in ancient Greece struggling to make enough drachmae to support her family. She turns to assassinating influential targets in order to reach her goals. She might have just messed with someone above her paygrade, though.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Murder, Dubious consent/Non-consensual content.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
The 'jumping tree' doesn't have the same impact as the Hanging Tree Amara joked to herself mentally, wincing only momentarily at her dark humour before shaking that off and allowing her soft smile full of beautifully white teeth to widen at the thought of her good fortune. The contrast with her golden skin really was impeccable.
"Of course. Leave it to me. I'll be a very well behaved ambassador," she exclaimed. "To offer their lives to protect our lands deserves the full respect and bounty of our people. I will make sure they know just how grateful we are," Amara added, bending to grasp the heavy basket and heaving it up onto her hip.
She waved as she turned, light feet practically dancing down the dusty road until she reached her home and tacked her horse, securing the saddle and the goods before taking off in the direction of the stone quarry. The closer she got to the camp, the louder the clash of steel and raucous laughter and voices became. They're sparring, she realized, having to admit that she was impressed. The desire to keep their bodies strong and able powerful even under the blistering sun was no small miracle. Or maybe Daxios just runs a very tight operation.
"Whoa, Nyx," she called, her horse's hooves clattering beneath her as they rounded the bend to the bottleneck entry of the quarry. She was struck again with amazement at just how easily the Spartans had found an area so strategically defensible, but it just was another reason that made Daxios dangerous. He was resourceful and intelligent even if he was rumoured to be just as broad as the mountain reaches providing shelter for the camp.
Nyx's gallop became a canter, then a slow trot until the large mare paused just outside the red banners.
Amara slid from the saddle easily, quiet as a mouse as both feet hit the ground with a flurry of dust rising in her wake. Holding Nyx's reins tightly, Amara turned and bowed to the soldiers with a sweet, open expression on her girlish face. She appeared nothing but a simple, innocent maiden, and it would be silly for a military camp to be worried about one girl, wouldn't it?
Avery Jennings has an affair with one of her students.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Emotional/Physical Manipulation, Cheating.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
She hadn't met this one yet, but she recognized his face from her Molecular Genetics lecture on Monday and Friday mornings. He always seemed to be sitting alone near the middle of the auditorium and he never seemed to be distracted by his phone or peers - he always paid attention and seemed to follow the subject matter quite well, nodding along or making frequent notes. She didn't know his name either since Avery never bothered with taking attendance, and she didn't honestly know if he was a good student, could only guess at that, but her attention always seemed to get drawn back to the fixated way he watched her throughout the lectures.
If she was honest, he was fairly attractive, too (okay, so "fairly" might not adequately cover it), but she always shook that thought off as quickly as it came. He was her student. It wouldn't do for her to think about him in such a way, even if it was just a harmless observation.
Here, sitting straight in that chair with his back to her, Avery realized he was quite tall. His figure, though lean, was still imposing. His legs stretched for miles and she could see the definition of muscle underneath the sleeves of his shirt, and she couldn't help the curiosity inside her: was he defined everywhere, or was this only a trick of her eyes? It had been so long since she had been able to unabashedly admire true masculinity (he hadn't seemed to notice her yet) since her husband now claimed a beer-belly as his most defining feature, but Avery couldn't help the girlish part of her that whispered fuck, but he's lovely. What I wouldn't give for him to...
No - you're married, you crazy bitch! The angel on her shoulder screamed suddenly in her head, breaking Avery free of her daze.
Brooklyn Lindsay has just married an older man, but she's very sheltered and naive to the facets of bedroom play.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: May/December romance
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
It wasn’t long after that when she fell in love with Edward too and within a whirlwind year, they were engaged. Brooklyn’s parents were not thrilled with the prospect of their only daughter marrying an ‘Older Man’ because of their long-standing oldfashioned beliefs but the new couple was happy together and Brooklyn disregarded her parents' scorn at the idea of it. They only just barely tolerated Edward out of love for their eldest daughter but there was no hiding the distaste she could see in her mother's downward curl of lips whenever Brooklyn mentioned her husband. At the time they married, Brooklyn still lived at home and Edward lived in a small two-bedroom house he had purchased a while back. He did have a roommate and just after Brooklyn’s 20th birthday they got married and she spent the first night away from her parents. She was still a virgin on their wedding night (believing in the dominion that premarital sex was blasphemous) and she had no idea what to expect even if she had wondered about this night so many times in the dark after everyone was sleeping.
The farthest the couple had gone was exchanging some heated make out sessions almost daily on the days leading up to the wedding. They had not even gone as far as getting each other off with their hands. The idea of that embarrassed Brooklyn and she was not prepared to see her fiance's bits until the evening of their wedding when they graced their marital bed. She had always been a conservative dresser and Edward wasn’t 100% sure what Brooklyn would look like naked but he'd mentioned how excited he was to finally see that; he had seen her breasts on one awkward occasion and they were spectacular (a decent set of perky breasts that pillowed perfectly into her C-Cup bras with tiny nickel-sized light pink areolas). He hadn't gotten a real good view of them that day but the small glimpse was enough to have him yearning to see them in their full glory on their wedding night.
Brie Harper's husband Bryson is in debt to a very wealthy man and Jack Muldoon extracts his interest from her.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Spanking, Cheating Cuckoldry, some Dubious consent/Non-consensual.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
Brie met his eyes squarely.
Her heart pounded in her chest.
Then it came to a crashing halt when the bartender interjected and said, "I'm sorry Ma'am. Your card is declined."
Brie's head whipped back around to face the bartender incredulously, mouth agape.
There was no way! Her pay had just been deposited on Wednesday; she hadn't paid any bills since. There should be a few thousand dollars in that account still!
Her fists clenched at her sides and her teeth grit in annoyance but her smile was sugary sweet when she popped open the billfold in her wallet and thumbed out enough cash to cover the tab and the tip. She always kept cash on her for emergency purposes, but two days after her pay had been deposited should never count for an "emergency."
She muttered under her breath, "Christ, Bry," because of course this had to be his fault. Had he made some big purchase that he hadn't told her about? Was the account overdrawn? She'd have some nasty words to exchange with him when she got home tomorrow, but under the haze of alcohol? Probably not a grand idea.
Brooklyn Reid gets involved with a wealthy couple who manipulates singe, naive girls and brainwashes them to stay despite knowing something bad is happening behind the scenes.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Spanking, Polygamy Emotional manipulation/Blackmail, some Dubious consent.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
Brooklyn had just finished collecting empty champagne glasses when she felt more so than heard the deep rumble of her name. She turned questioningly and caught the eyes of a lovely couple she’d met at such an event a few times in the past. The Tiptons, she recalled, having a good memory. She also remembered just how overwhelmed she’d been at the bar during her last meeting with Mrs. Tipton, unable to serve alcohol due to her age but still helping out with cleaning and bussing dirty dishware. It was probably true that one of those champagne flutes cost more than her month’s groceries and Brooklyn was so nervous about breaking something with her clumsy fingers or displaying just how much she didn’t belong here among these rich people. She was so envious.
Needless to say, her anxiety had overcome her momentarily. When she had greeted the luxurious woman in front of her at that party, she was pleasantly surprised with her mannerisms and sweet personality. She had made Brooklyn feel comfortable with a gentle hand on her wrist and a lilting, “thank you very much, dear. I hope you have a fabulous evening,” as she slid off her barstool in search of her husband (who Brooklyn had to admit was a tall glass of water). Brooklyn had almost begun blubbering like a fool at her kindness but thanked the woman in return before the truth of her situation began spilling out in a tangled mess of words. Brooklyn had watched this soft affectionate look spread over Mrs. Tipton’s face before the elder stepped in close and slid two bills into Brooklyn’s smock. She had no idea how generous the other woman had been until she’d gotten home that evening, but even just the gesture itself made her feel so much gratitude.
She’d kept an eye on the couple all night as they’d mingled in case they were making fun of the poor pathetic little waitress, but each time Mrs. Tipton caught Brooklyn’s deep green eyes she just smiled at her and turned back to her hubby.
Eden and her friends visit a house rumoured to be haunted, and she might not end up going home alone.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: None.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
According to Hunter, no less than seven people had died in horrific ways in this old abandoned place. The last people who had owned it disappeared like thieves in the night never to be seen again almost three years ago now and nobody had ventured near it since. It was a local attraction for drunken teens looking to prove how large their family jewels were by sneaking inside on a dare, but several of those had come back white as a ghost and unable to even talk about their experiences there.
Eden didn’t really believe in anything like that - sure, once in a while, she enjoyed reading a supernatural romance novel but that was as far as her attraction to the subject matter went. She was always skeptical when she watched shows on television detailing other people’s experiences in locations that were said to be “haunted” but she couldn’t deny the uncomfortable niggling feeling in her belly as her eyes roved over the dark, broken windows and the peeling siding.
The lawn was overgrown and there were two steps missing that had rotted out over the years and never repaired. The door was flung wide open and almost torn from the hinges but there was bright yellow police tape still crossing from one side of the bulging frame to the other. In the fading light of day as it bled into dusk, the house was quite honestly terrifying. All the trees on the property looked dead.
Scarlett Fitzgerald visits her brother in prison.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Incest.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
His hand on the glass seemed massive. She remembered the way those felt stroking down her back to grasp at her ass as she rode him, and she remembered the way Connor always had the ability to make her feel safe, no matter what.
She didn’t say that she was here to ask him to kill her husband - he’d already said everything he needed to. He could read that in her face, anyway, but they could take about it when she picked him up. For now, silence hung over them as they watched each other, content to just be this close for the first time in years.
It had been Scarlett’s fault Connor ended up in jail and she’d been too scared to face him. He just seemed happy to see her. Maybe he didn’t know the role she’d played in putting him away, but she’d keep that close to the vest. She needed Connor to want to help her, after all, so appeasing his moods seemed like the best plan right now.
Annaleigh Brayden is a lower-level employee who captures the eye of CEO Carter Anderson. He is known for his icy exterior and no-nonsense attitude, but he enjoys a particular world of kink Annaleigh is completely virgin to. He introduces her to the world of less-than-vanilla sex while they fall in love and overcome the obstacles in their way.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Spanking, BDSM, Cheating, some Dubious consent, Cumplay and Anal.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
She pondered on the two substantially different facets of his personality she had seen in the last two days. This one made more sense to her; firm, sharp-minded, but still able to provide room for compromise leant more to his successful business enterprise. The Carter she had met yesterday was more wickedly unpredictable and ruthless, but it also played a seamless role - a man didn’t get to the top without knowing how to cut others down. She could see how both aspects melded to create the man he was and as much as she really felt uncomfortable and still a tad angry, she couldn’t actually begrudge him for much of anything (except his raw handprint on her ass!).
Please be aware there are images of sex toys linked in the main body of the story.
Anna and Tommy are twins who have lost their parents a while back. They are living together in a small apartment and struggling to pay rent. Tommy comes up with the idea of doing some online cam shows. After they do seem to do well, Tommy begins to think that adding a second person to the show would rake in some more dough. The only issue is that Tommy is beginning to get a bit jealous of his sister's costar(s).
Written in the first-person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Incest and Exhibitionism/Voyeurism.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
I was embarrassed as I gathered my things and collected myself, straightening out my shoulders. At first, I hoped he hadn’t seen the condoms but then I realized that once more his skin was blooming red just above his collarbone where his shirt collar would normally sit. As it was, the muscle shirt he had on showed more than one impression of lips on his chest. My good mood from earlier slipped into irrational anger all of a sudden. I knew it wasn’t fair, but I had at least been decent enough not to come home advertising my sex life (at least, the part he didn’t help me sell to paying customers). “No thanks,” I responded tartly. “I think I'll just have a shower and go straight to bed. Simon wore me out,” I said vindictively, despite not much at all happening. Tommy didn’t need to know that, though. I paused as I reached the hallway, turning to look at him with eyes of steel. “I’m bringing him back here Saturday night. I’m going to fuck him on cam, so you’ll need other plans,” I stated as I stomped down the hallway.
Please be advised that there are explicit GIF images posted in the main body of this story.
A college coed goes to a house party and gets gangbanged/raped by a group of guys after the antagonist sees in an easy target in this innocent piece of "fresh meat".
Written in third person point of view.
WARNING - Non-Con/Dubious Consent, Recreational Drug (Ab)use.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
As she settled, she noticed the grip on her upper body relax slightly, probably thinking the fight had died out of her as she laid there relatively still, breathing hard from the earlier struggle. I bet he thinks I've learned my lesson, she thought spitefully. Testing, she realized she was able to readjust the position of her shoulders a fraction as another man grasped both wrists in one hand. She realized that there would have to be a moment where they let their guard down - she would just have to endure until then. Maybe she could surprise them and get herself out of this mess!
Please be advised that there are explicit GIF images posted in the main body of this story.
Anna sends a dirty picture to her boyfriend only to realize that she was mistaken about the recipient of the image - instead of her lover, Adam, his best friend Tommy makes it clear just what he thinks about the surprise skin show and despite her best efforts, Anna can't help but fall under his spell and even begins to encourage his flirtations. Maybe she wasn't over her crush after all...
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Cheating, Cumplay, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism and Sexting and Watersports/Golden Showers
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
Anna gasped, eyes widening as she stared at his latest message. The Tease comment had lingered, Anna unable to deny it. Before she’d started dating Adam it had been a thrilling game she used to play with guys: she had a nice body and she knew it, so there had been a time when she would flaunt it and work her partner up quite badly before she’d put out. Adam wasn’t really into foreplay or things like that and it drove Anna just a little crazy. He always preferred to skip straight to the main event. That she was playing her old games again sent a spike of excitement racing through her, but to be sending them to the man she still had a crush on after all these years? It just doubled the taboo pleasure it inspired in her.
Please be aware there are explicit images both in the main body of the story and also linked images that are from my personal picture thread as well as GIF images taken from the internet to supplement the texts.
In a similar vein to Let's Get Textual, Olivia Logan accidentally sends a nude to her Philosophy professor and he uses this image to blackmail her. Olivia might not need to be blackmailed into anything - she likes her sexual games and this will be a nice change from beefy college frat boys.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Taboo, BDSM, Dubious Consent.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
She posed in a manner she thought highlighted all her best assets: her full pouty lips, delicate breasts, and bare pussy, which she knew guys loved. She didn't wear anything to bed, loving the sheets on her smooth, supple skin, so she hoped he’d enjoy the present. She tried taking the picture a couple of times before she was happy with it and sent it off quickly. She added some BS about what a good time it was to make him feel a bit better about himself before she permanently “accidentally” lost his number and then tossed her phone onto the bedside table once she had sent an alarm for morning classes.
Mark Sandore is passed over for a promotion to CEO for a young up-and-comer. Of course he's less than pleased with this and plans on making life difficult for her. In the meantime, he's busy spending his evenings watching his favourite cam-girl, "Lynn". Things are about to change for both of them and the one who thought they were in charge will be quickly disabused of that notion.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: BDSM.
As a tease, here's an excerpt:
Upon her return, the barkeep was quick to plop down another glass in front of her and she smiled widely in thanks. Turning to lean her hip against the bar top as she sipped, her eyes roved to find that mysterious stranger and see if he had settled a bit since the drink she’d sent his way. She’d almost given up on her quest when she met a pair of dark eyes intent on her own in the far left corner. She had to squint as the lights above the bar shone down and blinded her momentarily, sure that he must be looking at someone else. However, when she focused once more, that smoky gaze was still locked on her face as he sat twirling his glass upon the table, his friends laughing and joking around him.
A young waitress is struggling for money and finds herself a sugar daddy unexpectedly. They have a lot of sex.
Some main story kinks: Age difference, Anal, Threesome, Sugar Daddy
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
Anna wasn’t innocent by any stretch of the imagination, having had several lovers in the past but none so bold as to proposition her to basically sell her body to him. She wasn’t sure if she would be okay with being nothing better than a “whore” for all intents and purposes. She had already been struggling to consider the initial proposal, let alone this preposterous one! How would she ever explain herself to her parents or her friends? Suddenly quitting her jobs and moving into a much older man’s apartment while he paid her for sex?
Emily Evans moves into a new neighbourhood with her husband only to find that one neighbour has a secret lifestyle he's desperate to pull her into.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: BDSM.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
There was no playing around - James made her a feeble apology but the tone in his voice suggested that it wasn’t an accident. Her jaw opened and closed a few times, trying to utter the words dancing on her tongue. Instead, it came out as a pathetic stutter, colour bursting on her cheeks in a dark red hue.
“It’s - It’s fine! An accident. It was a total accident,” she babbled anxiously. “T-tight space after all,” her laugh was a tad too loud, a nervous braying of sound in the empty room. It seemed to echo all around her.
It had to have been an accident. There was no other explanation; James was a nice guy and he was just helping her out while her husband was at work. He couldn’t have any ulterior motives. There was nothing else to do but move on and try and forget about it.
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Let me know if you have any questions or suggestions - I'd love to hear if there's anything you'd like to see me write or chat about these or future stories; I love to write with other people and I'm having a ball!
If you're hesitant to post on my thread you can always send me a message : )
I was keeping track of my role plays in my signature but the collection is becoming fairly large now and I wanted a better place to collate all of them for easy access instead of driving everybody nuts with a mile-long signature in every single one of my posts.
It's also a place for me to post new ideas and stories I'd eventually like to write and keep track of everything going on and post mass updates for the times that life takes over and gets the best of me.
In short, this is just a place for me to ramble on to myself but anyone is welcome to stop in for a visit : )
I hope you all enjoy.
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1. Soul Searching co-written with LucianDevine
Status: Ongoing
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1513799
Status: Ongoing
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1513799
Harper Lawson is a young woman in an abusive relationship who rekindles a relationship with a high-school prom-date. He turns out to be a little more than that when they reconnect. Harper is also struggling to keep some dark secrets buried because that age-old saying is definitely true: two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Abusive relationship, Cheating, Cheating, some Dubious consent/Non-consensualEmotional manipulation/blackmail Murder.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
Staring straight ahead, Harper saw that horrified girl’s face flash before her eyes from so many years ago - her biggest regret was burying that woman, the haunted expression forever ingrained in Harper’s mind. Even if she’d never physically raised the shovel or touched her, Harper had spurned her when she needed help. Harper never told anyone, had no plans to after Cameron’s threats, aware it was already too late to help anyway. That girl who had been raped in her basement two years ago by her fiancé and his friends, that girl who had begged Harper to help her...
Harper hadn’t known what to do. She’d watched this nameless girl cry in fear and pain and Harper had been frozen, staring in terror at the base of her boyfriend’s disgusting lack of morals, his best friend Trey levering her with a calm, cool gaze and the words: “just walk away Harp. Cam’s a little hungry. Why don’t you go make us some dinner?” and his mocking laughter had never left her.
2. Daddy Issues co-written with Ukstud69
Status: Ongoing
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1518586
Status: Ongoing
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1518586
Harper Hastings is a young woman who gets engaged to her boyfriend Nathan at the beginning of the tale. Her single father, Andrew, has bent over backward to provide for her and give her the best life possible. It may just be, though, that he wants more...
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Spanking, Incest, Cheating, some Dubious consent/Non-consensual.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
After they had worked together to load the pizza and were sipping on their drinks (a raspberry ice tea for Harper) in their designated booth, Harper decided that she couldn’t stall very much longer. She needed to get this over with. She reached over the table and took his hands in hers, clasping her tiny fingers around the girth of his hands, rough and calloused from years of hard manual labour.
“Daddy,” she started. It was a placating tone, the way she talked to him when she didn’t want him to be angry with her. “I have some news. Now I know that you’re not Nathan’s biggest fan but he makes me so happy — I feel loved and protected and cherished with him, which is what you’ve always wanted for me. We’ve been together a while now and we both want to take the next step. Nathan asked me to marry him,” Harper’s heart was hammering away in her chest, watching him carefully, her sweet green eyes locked on her father’s.
Andrew tensed, hand clamping down against hers, physically preparing himself for the words he now knew were coming.
“I said yes. We’re getting married, Daddy.”
3. Desperation co-written with HeftyIron
Status: Ongoing
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1522357
Status: Ongoing
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1522357
Rachel Kane is an aging mother who has been forced to move in with her adult son after financial struggles have taken her home following alcohol addiction.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Spanking, Incest, Emotional/Physical Manipulation, some Dubious consent/Non-consensual.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
She turned slowly, moving back towards the recliner and grasping for the tie. She didn’t want to get to close to Grant, seeking time keep away from his temper, but it already seemed too late. Her small hand rose to hold out the tie for him, eyes lowered instinctively in what one might call a submissive gesture. It didn’t seem practical that her son was the boss, but... His house, his rules.
Her hand shook, itching for the bottle. If she could just have one more swallow... she might have enough courage.
She said nothing, well aware that anything she tried to say would probably incite him, sounding more like an excuse than anything else.
She cast her eyes away to the floor when she realized that he was stripping right there in front her, even if it was only his dresshirt; she’d seen him without a shirt plenty when he was a teen, but nothing since he’d left the home to start fresh. She knew that he worked out in his spare time, and the defining curve of muscle over his pectorals was cut finely, filling out his shirts impeccably. Still, even though it didn’t violate any rules, she felt like seeing him this way was wrong - the whipcrack of tension in the air made this feel more like something intimate, nothing calm and easy, and everything that didn’t belong.
They weren’t poolside. It wasn’t hot in here. There was no need for him to be stripping off his clothes in the living room like a neanderthal with his mother present right in front of him.
He was just demonstrating that this was his house and she was nothing more than a nobody in his eyes (the firm way his eyes never wavered as he watched his mother bow her head and curl in on herself said it all).
4. A Heart for a Head co-written with BigHollywood
Status: Ongoing
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1520841
Status: Ongoing
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1520841
Amara is a young woman in ancient Greece struggling to make enough drachmae to support her family. She turns to assassinating influential targets in order to reach her goals. She might have just messed with someone above her paygrade, though.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Murder, Dubious consent/Non-consensual content.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
The 'jumping tree' doesn't have the same impact as the Hanging Tree Amara joked to herself mentally, wincing only momentarily at her dark humour before shaking that off and allowing her soft smile full of beautifully white teeth to widen at the thought of her good fortune. The contrast with her golden skin really was impeccable.
"Of course. Leave it to me. I'll be a very well behaved ambassador," she exclaimed. "To offer their lives to protect our lands deserves the full respect and bounty of our people. I will make sure they know just how grateful we are," Amara added, bending to grasp the heavy basket and heaving it up onto her hip.
She waved as she turned, light feet practically dancing down the dusty road until she reached her home and tacked her horse, securing the saddle and the goods before taking off in the direction of the stone quarry. The closer she got to the camp, the louder the clash of steel and raucous laughter and voices became. They're sparring, she realized, having to admit that she was impressed. The desire to keep their bodies strong and able powerful even under the blistering sun was no small miracle. Or maybe Daxios just runs a very tight operation.
"Whoa, Nyx," she called, her horse's hooves clattering beneath her as they rounded the bend to the bottleneck entry of the quarry. She was struck again with amazement at just how easily the Spartans had found an area so strategically defensible, but it just was another reason that made Daxios dangerous. He was resourceful and intelligent even if he was rumoured to be just as broad as the mountain reaches providing shelter for the camp.
Nyx's gallop became a canter, then a slow trot until the large mare paused just outside the red banners.
Amara slid from the saddle easily, quiet as a mouse as both feet hit the ground with a flurry of dust rising in her wake. Holding Nyx's reins tightly, Amara turned and bowed to the soldiers with a sweet, open expression on her girlish face. She appeared nothing but a simple, innocent maiden, and it would be silly for a military camp to be worried about one girl, wouldn't it?
5. Honour Student co-written with saedo
Status: Hold/Closed
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1489558
Status: Hold/Closed
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1489558
Avery Jennings has an affair with one of her students.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Emotional/Physical Manipulation, Cheating.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
She hadn't met this one yet, but she recognized his face from her Molecular Genetics lecture on Monday and Friday mornings. He always seemed to be sitting alone near the middle of the auditorium and he never seemed to be distracted by his phone or peers - he always paid attention and seemed to follow the subject matter quite well, nodding along or making frequent notes. She didn't know his name either since Avery never bothered with taking attendance, and she didn't honestly know if he was a good student, could only guess at that, but her attention always seemed to get drawn back to the fixated way he watched her throughout the lectures.
If she was honest, he was fairly attractive, too (okay, so "fairly" might not adequately cover it), but she always shook that thought off as quickly as it came. He was her student. It wouldn't do for her to think about him in such a way, even if it was just a harmless observation.
Here, sitting straight in that chair with his back to her, Avery realized he was quite tall. His figure, though lean, was still imposing. His legs stretched for miles and she could see the definition of muscle underneath the sleeves of his shirt, and she couldn't help the curiosity inside her: was he defined everywhere, or was this only a trick of her eyes? It had been so long since she had been able to unabashedly admire true masculinity (he hadn't seemed to notice her yet) since her husband now claimed a beer-belly as his most defining feature, but Avery couldn't help the girlish part of her that whispered fuck, but he's lovely. What I wouldn't give for him to...
No - you're married, you crazy bitch! The angel on her shoulder screamed suddenly in her head, breaking Avery free of her daze.
6. Sheltered co-written with LP1957
Status: Closed
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1511175
Status: Closed
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1511175
Brooklyn Lindsay has just married an older man, but she's very sheltered and naive to the facets of bedroom play.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: May/December romance
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
It wasn’t long after that when she fell in love with Edward too and within a whirlwind year, they were engaged. Brooklyn’s parents were not thrilled with the prospect of their only daughter marrying an ‘Older Man’ because of their long-standing oldfashioned beliefs but the new couple was happy together and Brooklyn disregarded her parents' scorn at the idea of it. They only just barely tolerated Edward out of love for their eldest daughter but there was no hiding the distaste she could see in her mother's downward curl of lips whenever Brooklyn mentioned her husband. At the time they married, Brooklyn still lived at home and Edward lived in a small two-bedroom house he had purchased a while back. He did have a roommate and just after Brooklyn’s 20th birthday they got married and she spent the first night away from her parents. She was still a virgin on their wedding night (believing in the dominion that premarital sex was blasphemous) and she had no idea what to expect even if she had wondered about this night so many times in the dark after everyone was sleeping.
The farthest the couple had gone was exchanging some heated make out sessions almost daily on the days leading up to the wedding. They had not even gone as far as getting each other off with their hands. The idea of that embarrassed Brooklyn and she was not prepared to see her fiance's bits until the evening of their wedding when they graced their marital bed. She had always been a conservative dresser and Edward wasn’t 100% sure what Brooklyn would look like naked but he'd mentioned how excited he was to finally see that; he had seen her breasts on one awkward occasion and they were spectacular (a decent set of perky breasts that pillowed perfectly into her C-Cup bras with tiny nickel-sized light pink areolas). He hadn't gotten a real good view of them that day but the small glimpse was enough to have him yearning to see them in their full glory on their wedding night.
7. Twisted Obsession co-written with Rocket1010
Status: Hiatus/Closed
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1497730
Status: Hiatus/Closed
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1497730
Brie Harper's husband Bryson is in debt to a very wealthy man and Jack Muldoon extracts his interest from her.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Spanking, Cheating Cuckoldry, some Dubious consent/Non-consensual.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
Brie met his eyes squarely.
Her heart pounded in her chest.
Then it came to a crashing halt when the bartender interjected and said, "I'm sorry Ma'am. Your card is declined."
Brie's head whipped back around to face the bartender incredulously, mouth agape.
There was no way! Her pay had just been deposited on Wednesday; she hadn't paid any bills since. There should be a few thousand dollars in that account still!
Her fists clenched at her sides and her teeth grit in annoyance but her smile was sugary sweet when she popped open the billfold in her wallet and thumbed out enough cash to cover the tab and the tip. She always kept cash on her for emergency purposes, but two days after her pay had been deposited should never count for an "emergency."
She muttered under her breath, "Christ, Bry," because of course this had to be his fault. Had he made some big purchase that he hadn't told her about? Was the account overdrawn? She'd have some nasty words to exchange with him when she got home tomorrow, but under the haze of alcohol? Probably not a grand idea.
8. Sugar & Spice co-written with HornyDog2017
Status: Abandoned by Co-writer
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1507833
Status: Abandoned by Co-writer
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1507833
Brooklyn Reid gets involved with a wealthy couple who manipulates singe, naive girls and brainwashes them to stay despite knowing something bad is happening behind the scenes.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Spanking, Polygamy Emotional manipulation/Blackmail, some Dubious consent.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
Brooklyn had just finished collecting empty champagne glasses when she felt more so than heard the deep rumble of her name. She turned questioningly and caught the eyes of a lovely couple she’d met at such an event a few times in the past. The Tiptons, she recalled, having a good memory. She also remembered just how overwhelmed she’d been at the bar during her last meeting with Mrs. Tipton, unable to serve alcohol due to her age but still helping out with cleaning and bussing dirty dishware. It was probably true that one of those champagne flutes cost more than her month’s groceries and Brooklyn was so nervous about breaking something with her clumsy fingers or displaying just how much she didn’t belong here among these rich people. She was so envious.
Needless to say, her anxiety had overcome her momentarily. When she had greeted the luxurious woman in front of her at that party, she was pleasantly surprised with her mannerisms and sweet personality. She had made Brooklyn feel comfortable with a gentle hand on her wrist and a lilting, “thank you very much, dear. I hope you have a fabulous evening,” as she slid off her barstool in search of her husband (who Brooklyn had to admit was a tall glass of water). Brooklyn had almost begun blubbering like a fool at her kindness but thanked the woman in return before the truth of her situation began spilling out in a tangled mess of words. Brooklyn had watched this soft affectionate look spread over Mrs. Tipton’s face before the elder stepped in close and slid two bills into Brooklyn’s smock. She had no idea how generous the other woman had been until she’d gotten home that evening, but even just the gesture itself made her feel so much gratitude.
She’d kept an eye on the couple all night as they’d mingled in case they were making fun of the poor pathetic little waitress, but each time Mrs. Tipton caught Brooklyn’s deep green eyes she just smiled at her and turned back to her hubby.
9. Wicked co-written with FireyIce
Status: Abandoned by Co-writer
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1491444[/URL]
Status: Abandoned by Co-writer
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1491444[/URL]
Eden and her friends visit a house rumoured to be haunted, and she might not end up going home alone.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: None.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
According to Hunter, no less than seven people had died in horrific ways in this old abandoned place. The last people who had owned it disappeared like thieves in the night never to be seen again almost three years ago now and nobody had ventured near it since. It was a local attraction for drunken teens looking to prove how large their family jewels were by sneaking inside on a dare, but several of those had come back white as a ghost and unable to even talk about their experiences there.
Eden didn’t really believe in anything like that - sure, once in a while, she enjoyed reading a supernatural romance novel but that was as far as her attraction to the subject matter went. She was always skeptical when she watched shows on television detailing other people’s experiences in locations that were said to be “haunted” but she couldn’t deny the uncomfortable niggling feeling in her belly as her eyes roved over the dark, broken windows and the peeling siding.
The lawn was overgrown and there were two steps missing that had rotted out over the years and never repaired. The door was flung wide open and almost torn from the hinges but there was bright yellow police tape still crossing from one side of the bulging frame to the other. In the fading light of day as it bled into dusk, the house was quite honestly terrifying. All the trees on the property looked dead.
10. Lunacy co-written with RawDogg33
Status: Abandoned by Co-writer
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1488453[/URL]
Status: Abandoned by Co-writer
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1488453[/URL]
Scarlett Fitzgerald visits her brother in prison.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Incest.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
His hand on the glass seemed massive. She remembered the way those felt stroking down her back to grasp at her ass as she rode him, and she remembered the way Connor always had the ability to make her feel safe, no matter what.
She didn’t say that she was here to ask him to kill her husband - he’d already said everything he needed to. He could read that in her face, anyway, but they could take about it when she picked him up. For now, silence hung over them as they watched each other, content to just be this close for the first time in years.
It had been Scarlett’s fault Connor ended up in jail and she’d been too scared to face him. He just seemed happy to see her. Maybe he didn’t know the role she’d played in putting him away, but she’d keep that close to the vest. She needed Connor to want to help her, after all, so appeasing his moods seemed like the best plan right now.
11. The Submission of Anna co-written with Rocket1010
Status: Hiatus/Closed
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1472866
Status: Hiatus/Closed
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1472866
Annaleigh Brayden is a lower-level employee who captures the eye of CEO Carter Anderson. He is known for his icy exterior and no-nonsense attitude, but he enjoys a particular world of kink Annaleigh is completely virgin to. He introduces her to the world of less-than-vanilla sex while they fall in love and overcome the obstacles in their way.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Spanking, BDSM, Cheating, some Dubious consent, Cumplay and Anal.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
She pondered on the two substantially different facets of his personality she had seen in the last two days. This one made more sense to her; firm, sharp-minded, but still able to provide room for compromise leant more to his successful business enterprise. The Carter she had met yesterday was more wickedly unpredictable and ruthless, but it also played a seamless role - a man didn’t get to the top without knowing how to cut others down. She could see how both aspects melded to create the man he was and as much as she really felt uncomfortable and still a tad angry, she couldn’t actually begrudge him for much of anything (except his raw handprint on her ass!).
Please be aware there are images of sex toys linked in the main body of the story.
12. Desperate Twins co-written with RawDogg33
Status: Closed
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1472395
Status: Closed
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1472395
Anna and Tommy are twins who have lost their parents a while back. They are living together in a small apartment and struggling to pay rent. Tommy comes up with the idea of doing some online cam shows. After they do seem to do well, Tommy begins to think that adding a second person to the show would rake in some more dough. The only issue is that Tommy is beginning to get a bit jealous of his sister's costar(s).
Written in the first-person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Incest and Exhibitionism/Voyeurism.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
I was embarrassed as I gathered my things and collected myself, straightening out my shoulders. At first, I hoped he hadn’t seen the condoms but then I realized that once more his skin was blooming red just above his collarbone where his shirt collar would normally sit. As it was, the muscle shirt he had on showed more than one impression of lips on his chest. My good mood from earlier slipped into irrational anger all of a sudden. I knew it wasn’t fair, but I had at least been decent enough not to come home advertising my sex life (at least, the part he didn’t help me sell to paying customers). “No thanks,” I responded tartly. “I think I'll just have a shower and go straight to bed. Simon wore me out,” I said vindictively, despite not much at all happening. Tommy didn’t need to know that, though. I paused as I reached the hallway, turning to look at him with eyes of steel. “I’m bringing him back here Saturday night. I’m going to fuck him on cam, so you’ll need other plans,” I stated as I stomped down the hallway.
Please be advised that there are explicit GIF images posted in the main body of this story.
13. Over Her Head co-written with RawDogg33
Status: Hiatus/Closed
Status: Hiatus/Closed
A college coed goes to a house party and gets gangbanged/raped by a group of guys after the antagonist sees in an easy target in this innocent piece of "fresh meat".
Written in third person point of view.
WARNING - Non-Con/Dubious Consent, Recreational Drug (Ab)use.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
As she settled, she noticed the grip on her upper body relax slightly, probably thinking the fight had died out of her as she laid there relatively still, breathing hard from the earlier struggle. I bet he thinks I've learned my lesson, she thought spitefully. Testing, she realized she was able to readjust the position of her shoulders a fraction as another man grasped both wrists in one hand. She realized that there would have to be a moment where they let their guard down - she would just have to endure until then. Maybe she could surprise them and get herself out of this mess!
Please be advised that there are explicit GIF images posted in the main body of this story.
14. Let's Get Textual co-written with RawDogg33
Status: Hiatus/Closed
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=88991119#post88991119
Status: Hiatus/Closed
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=88991119#post88991119
Anna sends a dirty picture to her boyfriend only to realize that she was mistaken about the recipient of the image - instead of her lover, Adam, his best friend Tommy makes it clear just what he thinks about the surprise skin show and despite her best efforts, Anna can't help but fall under his spell and even begins to encourage his flirtations. Maybe she wasn't over her crush after all...
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Cheating, Cumplay, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism and Sexting and Watersports/Golden Showers
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
Anna gasped, eyes widening as she stared at his latest message. The Tease comment had lingered, Anna unable to deny it. Before she’d started dating Adam it had been a thrilling game she used to play with guys: she had a nice body and she knew it, so there had been a time when she would flaunt it and work her partner up quite badly before she’d put out. Adam wasn’t really into foreplay or things like that and it drove Anna just a little crazy. He always preferred to skip straight to the main event. That she was playing her old games again sent a spike of excitement racing through her, but to be sending them to the man she still had a crush on after all these years? It just doubled the taboo pleasure it inspired in her.
Please be aware there are explicit images both in the main body of the story and also linked images that are from my personal picture thread as well as GIF images taken from the internet to supplement the texts.
15. Professor's Trap co-written with MisterY77
Status: Abandoned by Co-writer
Status: Abandoned by Co-writer
In a similar vein to Let's Get Textual, Olivia Logan accidentally sends a nude to her Philosophy professor and he uses this image to blackmail her. Olivia might not need to be blackmailed into anything - she likes her sexual games and this will be a nice change from beefy college frat boys.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: Taboo, BDSM, Dubious Consent.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
She posed in a manner she thought highlighted all her best assets: her full pouty lips, delicate breasts, and bare pussy, which she knew guys loved. She didn't wear anything to bed, loving the sheets on her smooth, supple skin, so she hoped he’d enjoy the present. She tried taking the picture a couple of times before she was happy with it and sent it off quickly. She added some BS about what a good time it was to make him feel a bit better about himself before she permanently “accidentally” lost his number and then tossed her phone onto the bedside table once she had sent an alarm for morning classes.
16. Climbing The Ladder co-written with jack80
Status: ?? Abandoned by Co-writer.
Mark Sandore is passed over for a promotion to CEO for a young up-and-comer. Of course he's less than pleased with this and plans on making life difficult for her. In the meantime, he's busy spending his evenings watching his favourite cam-girl, "Lynn". Things are about to change for both of them and the one who thought they were in charge will be quickly disabused of that notion.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: BDSM.
As a tease, here's an excerpt:
Upon her return, the barkeep was quick to plop down another glass in front of her and she smiled widely in thanks. Turning to lean her hip against the bar top as she sipped, her eyes roved to find that mysterious stranger and see if he had settled a bit since the drink she’d sent his way. She’d almost given up on her quest when she met a pair of dark eyes intent on her own in the far left corner. She had to squint as the lights above the bar shone down and blinded her momentarily, sure that he must be looking at someone else. However, when she focused once more, that smoky gaze was still locked on her face as he sat twirling his glass upon the table, his friends laughing and joking around him.
17. Who's Going To Pay For University? co-written with garajd
Status: Closed
A young waitress is struggling for money and finds herself a sugar daddy unexpectedly. They have a lot of sex.
Some main story kinks: Age difference, Anal, Threesome, Sugar Daddy
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
Anna wasn’t innocent by any stretch of the imagination, having had several lovers in the past but none so bold as to proposition her to basically sell her body to him. She wasn’t sure if she would be okay with being nothing better than a “whore” for all intents and purposes. She had already been struggling to consider the initial proposal, let alone this preposterous one! How would she ever explain herself to her parents or her friends? Suddenly quitting her jobs and moving into a much older man’s apartment while he paid her for sex?
18. Secrets Between Neighbours co-written with jc199123
Status: Closed
Emily Evans moves into a new neighbourhood with her husband only to find that one neighbour has a secret lifestyle he's desperate to pull her into.
Written in third person point of view.
Some main story kinks: BDSM.
As a tease, here's a story excerpt:
There was no playing around - James made her a feeble apology but the tone in his voice suggested that it wasn’t an accident. Her jaw opened and closed a few times, trying to utter the words dancing on her tongue. Instead, it came out as a pathetic stutter, colour bursting on her cheeks in a dark red hue.
“It’s - It’s fine! An accident. It was a total accident,” she babbled anxiously. “T-tight space after all,” her laugh was a tad too loud, a nervous braying of sound in the empty room. It seemed to echo all around her.
It had to have been an accident. There was no other explanation; James was a nice guy and he was just helping her out while her husband was at work. He couldn’t have any ulterior motives. There was nothing else to do but move on and try and forget about it.
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