Ratchet Rifling Stories

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Arnold, Janet and Bettie

by kurtknout on Sep 2, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

ONE Janet needed passport sized photos. She was nearly broke again; her housecleaning jobs were poor paying and infrequent, and the guru kept pressing--oh, so spiritually--for larger and larger contributions to the ashram. Now applying for a new job--any job--she was finding that all the agencies required voluminous resumés and documentation, including phot...

Help From a Friend - Crossing Lines

by marylebone on Apr 10, 2019
Erotic Couplings

We're not really sexy people. We're very average, but for me, that's what makes us wonderful, and real, and hot. Normal people in their very normal bodies feeling pleasure. I'm about 5'6", pudgy, with big DD breasts, pink nipples, pale. Light brown hair, green eyes. I'm bi, a tomboy who never grew out of it, always in tees and flannels with a weakness for l...

Falsely Accused Ch. 01

by WifeWatchman on Nov 1, 2017
Erotic Couplings

This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...

Vishal's Whore Ch. 03

by Babli5 on Sep 18, 2017
BDSM

By now I'm accustomed to being summoned by Vishal's phone call. I know enough not to call him, he will contact me when he has need of me. But maybe 'need' is not quite the word. He doesn't need me, he just uses me and then discards me whenever he fancies. My days are filed with the anticipation of when he will contact me and when I'll go to him again. It's...

Addicted to Ratchet Chicks

by Samuelx on Nov 26, 2017
Erotic Couplings

"I really must stop banging ratchet chicks," Ramon Jackson thought to himself as he looked at his latest overnight guest, a tall, mahogany-hued, curvy and sexy, feisty young black woman named Monique whom he picked up at the Bourbon Room in downtown Ottawa. While fine as hell, Monique couldn't stop talking about all kinds of shit as Ramon drove her back to h...

Suspended and Caned

by BurningSilk on Feb 11, 2019
BDSM

I turned the handle on the ratchet attached to the rope that was threaded through the pully and tied to the cuffs on my slave's wrists. His arms were gradually lifted towards the ceiling. We were in the brick shed near the back door of our suburban house. The walls were windowless and covered, like the ceiling, in soundproofing panels. Two Russian women cou...

Suburban Underbelly Ch. 03

by fastandsloppy on Sep 16, 2017
Group Sex

Dear reader; WARNING: In this chapter I ratchet up the danger and intensity of the story. No one gets killed, but the faint of heart among you may find some of what transpires to be unpleasant. If you are skittish, you may wish to look away. I will post the last chapter in 2 or 3 days. All characters are at least eighteen. *** I lost track of how many ti...

You've Been Flirting Again Ch. 04

by miserybusiness on Sep 13, 2017
Interracial Love

To everyone who left those comments about the negativity of black women--the divide between the "hipsters" and the "ratchet" ones--I didn't mean to convey black women in that light. It was not intentional. I didn't want to make Roshanda look really judgemental, I was merely having fun telling a story about a non-stereotypical black woman with a dilemma. Read...

Teaching Claire Ch. 03

by dreamerboi on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

If I was ever to turn her into some S&M crazed dominatrix or anything even close, I'd have to ratchet up the kink and introduce a bit of pain to things, so I started out spanking her. At first I'd give her bottom a couple of gentle slaps or briefly roll her over my knees in bed for a few swats in role play as part of sex. To start with we played games, naug...

His Pet Ch. 02

by naughtygirl_62 on Sep 17, 2017
Fetish

Looking around with more than a little fear, I watch as the hooded usher slowly begins moving the arm ratchet back and forth, which slowly but surely tightens the chains attached to my limbs. Each movement of the arm moves the chains only a fraction of an inch, but in only a matter of minutes my arms and legs are pulled tight almost to the point of pain. Mo...