Sticky Screams

Every thing wrong with “Was It Rape If You Liked It?” by TiedUpHeart Fiction, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Domination/submission, Drug, Male/Teen Female, Oral Sex, Rape, Reluctance, Romance, Spanking, Teen, Virginity, Written by women, Young Introduction: Lise, a sophomore girl, got involved with Alex, who'd already graduated high school. Lise broke up with Alex. But who knows what can happen at a party? 1: Partying? Chapter I - Lise Lise! Lisa! Elisabeth!! Alex called after me as I passed. I continued to walk at a brisk pace, putting distance between myself and my ex-boyfriend. 2: Wtf, don't be a dick. 3: He...

My ex called and invited me out for a drink after work. We were friendly so this was a huge surprise but unusual. After a few drinks, she finally admitted why she wanted to talk. She wanted to tell her current boyfriend about our sex life. When we split up, we agreed to not tell anyone about our life in the swinging community and that I can sometimes be a bisexual slut, without permission from the other one. We talked about the pros on cons of telling him and eventually I agreed she could tell him everything. The next day, she...

Camping With Mom It was January 1985 and I was your normal 15 year old. Always full of energy and ready to do anything fun and exciting. One of my favorite things to do was hiking and camping in the mountains near our house. Ever since I was born, our family would always take trips up to the mountains to hunt & fish. We would spend days camped in a tent next to our favorite lake. This year we didn't get to take our usual trip due to my dad's job. My mother could tell I was depressed because I looked...

As told earlier..that inspite of having very bold and clear cut relationship with my hubby...somehow i couldn’t tell him that I already had physical relation with Sandip. During next 4-5 months my hubby so many time, encourage to have develop good frndship with Sandip..but i never dare to tell him that we already cross all the limit one time. After that full encounter...Sandip and i hardly find place and time meet alone for more than 10-15 min.....and in that time....sandip fully utilise it by planting maximum lip kiss....anyway...but rarely find time to move ahead....he was very much disappointed with it....but he...

Her pussy was sore and her ass downright hurt, but still she kept dripping out cum from her pussy. Down her thighs it poured, unmindful of her humilation, mostly because of it. The pleasure that flowed through her with each stab of pain from her asshole made the men laugh and her cry, but who could deny that she enjoyed it? The men had found her at a party, they had complimented and teased her and said the naughtist things. Somehow they knew what a slut she was, they knew it was turning her on to hear them. But she was...

With a sigh, I leant back. My legs were trembling, sweat was cooling on my skin. I felt his body under and behind me. Slowly it dawned on me, that this had been the first time, he had fucked me without changing his shape. And I still didn't know his name. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. “What would you like to do?” “Um?” the question took me by surprise. “I would suggest a shower, but after that, what would you like to do today?” Looking down on my dirty legs, I smiled. “Don't know, there's not...

At university, Jake Hedron had studied the history, the information available on those wondrous flying females who called themselves goddesses, with avid interest ever since his arrival here inside this hollow metal shell called ‘New Eden’. Although these special beings called themselves ‘goddesses’, he determined that they were more akin to an artificial life form, their DNA having been taken from other species and redesigned in a lab rather than something that had evolved in nature. Further studies of the technology that had created the ‘goddesses’ found him cross-referencing recently added history of the Viragoans as a species. The Viragoan’s fascination...

Frankenmom; or, My Mother Frank INTRODUCTION: Mom spends weekend in her son's dormitory and things happen otherwise... Of course, being a freshman, the only art class available was the equivalent of Drawing 101. There was no testing out of it. The day I was told to render a drawing horse in two-point perspective I called Mom in tears, begging her to extricate me from this bad decision. Mom, being pragmatically Mom, refused, comforting me with the advice to give it more time. Soon after, my collegiate fortunes shifted. I caught a flier, an invitation for a non-juried exhibit on the walls...

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This is the second story in the series, ‘Soaked through’ is where it all begins...... The evening past with a lot of confusion, Debbie came back downstairs after she had dried off and changed. She wore her usual baggy indoor slobbing clothes and she acted as if the events that had just occurred after het soggy arrival home from school didn’t happen. I wasn’t sure if I was to talk about it or not, seeing as I was supposed to be the guardian, the responsible one. As the evening drew to a close we both said our goodnights and went off...