Surrender, Part 1 Story by All These Roadworks (2024). Author's Note: I'm fully supported by my writing, so if you enjoy this story, please show your appreciation with the purchase of an e-book or membership from my store at AllTheseRoadworks.com! (Click here to view the store.) Also, my kinks aren't my politics. As readers of patriarchy/misogyny kink storie...
This is one of my older stories, slightly re-worked for this site. I have 'published' it elsewhere on the net and I necessarily crave the indulgence of people who may have already come across it whilst hoping that those who haven't will enjoy it. If you enjoy adult knicker wetting and desperation as much as I do, I hope it will give you pleasure. * Dusk f...
...and just a little nudge...right...there! The color spread up her neck and across her cheeks as she reached up and ran her hand from the base of her neck to her shoulder. She looked confused and embarrassed, glancing around to see if anyone on the transport had noticed her growing arousal. Her mind filled with images, but she was unable to locate the sour...
Camelia couldn’t wait to get home. Clutching her Gucci handbag firmly and clicking her Manolo Blanhik stilettos maniacally against the concrete, she waited impatiently for the public bus to arrive. She normally took a cab, but, inexplicably, she wanted to take the bus today. Perhaps her lapsed choice in public transport was due to the disastrous day she’d ha...
Once at the airport, undercover agent Fox had difficulties making it through security check in. They thought her passport suspicious and took her to the back room to search her. They took all of her belongs from her so she was without any of her high tech gadgets to get out of tricky situations. She couldn't give away her real identity and they wouldn't beli...
--Day 0-- I watch the transport land over the security feed. As the doors open, I zoom in on the faces to see if any catch my interest. Behind me, my most loyal servants, the ones who know what I really am, carry away my former lover. He's still alive, but completely spent. He'll never fully recover from the piece of his soul I drained away. Just a fact of l...
Report: Mission to Planet Pisori Preface: I am a space traveler. Call me by my given name, Damagon Busoni, my Space Exploration I.D. is #SEx93650. This is the year 2351. The Earth has fortunately progressed to a peaceful state for over 200 years, ever since President Jeb Sanders signed the Geneva treaty of 2043 which divided the world into three parts: Af...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Going home for that overdue holiday was with hindsight a bad idea! It was a strained atmosphere in the house. Little sis had her own life and she was everything I was not. Curvaceous, sexy and vivacious! Men salivated at her passing and girls as well. Nor could I tell her...
'Moan moan moan, that's all he ever does is ramble on!' Olan thought to herself as her debriefing with the Lieutenant from the Assessor's Office threatened to be heard by several passersby. Her head was pounding from the constant resonance and volume level in the office. Did he realize how loud he could actually be? A brief image of him as Napolean flitted...
What a beautiful time to be alive. The grass is greener, the air is cooler, and plenty of people of various cultures are giving blowjobs to one another on park benches, restaurants, airports, and wherever else they feel like it, with many Mile High Clubs being formed thanks to the recognition of the "Right to Love," which was meant to advocate for...