Non-consensual sex - Page 41



This is a direct continuation of chapter 1. Enjoy! ***** Audrey lay there on me for a few seconds, regaining her strength before grabbing her clothes off the floor and heading out of the kitchen and to her room



WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental



Officer Dan responding to a call from Angela (a police dispatcher), saw them in front of the alley, congregating again. Jesus, these hookers are like cockroaches; you just can't get rid of them he thought to himself as he turned on the red & blue lights of his patrol car



Perfect! I thought as I walked home. It was my last school team baseball practice and from the last day of school



The polished dancefloors reflected the images of the thrashing teens, a mess of organized flailing limbs and phermones. The overpowering aroma of aftershave, perfume, sweat and alcohol hung thick in the air



Her head was swimming, a feeling of been under a big blanket; that dark oppressive warmth. Her body was aching and she took a long slow exhale. She remembered the men and the grappling trying to stop the needle going into her arm, the big crate open and waiting for its cargo


***Disclaimer: This story has strong nonconsent themes. I do not condone any of these acts in real life and this is a dark fantasy - nothing less, nothing more.*** "Jake, baby, please listen to me! I do love you. I…I had even planned to ask you about renewing our vows



Being a twin has its advantages, growing up you always have someone to play with and now as a teen you still have someone to “play” with. Before I continue I should explain the kind of relationship me and my sister have



This story is fully of my imagination. None of the events actually happened. Its just my fantasy. My girlfriend Jane moved to Seoul, Korea after she accepted a one year contract to teach working professionals English
The rain was coming down so hard my windshield wipers could barely keep the window clear enough for me to see the street signs. I continued to creep along the neighborhood looking for the street in which I was told to turn right on



adopted part 6 "Ungggh! No! Don't fuck my pussy again, Walter!" Patty gasped. "It's a sin! You know it's a sin to fuck your adopted mother!" Walter paid no attention. He was on top of her now, holding her legs open, trying to stuff his big cock up her pussy



Author's note: This story is darker than my other stories. Sexybut also definitely darker. You've been warned. Enter if you dare..



Amanda forced the girls to crawl on their knees back across the club leashed behind her all the way back to her private dungeon room. Once there, she forced Kendall to kneel on one side of the room against a pole where the back of her collar was locked to the pole keeping her in place



OK, here goes. Hopefully if I write this down my mind will clear up. Soermhipaper My name’s Jake and I’ve got a strange story to tell It all started last Thursday and it was the day I was meant to go to the shops and get some supplies



For a couple of years in the 90s I worked on a camp in the south, set up by a Christian group to host and take care of unmarried teenage girls who had been sent by their families