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Victim Lovers Ch. 02

by mdp_2004 on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

I wake nude and blindfolded in a very warm bed whose mattress is soft and luxurious and hugs me as I lay in it. I feel alert and tired, though my stomach pangs and my ass is sore. As I begin to stir however I feel a tug on my ankles and wrists. I am able to lift my head and as I test my restraints, I recall an online shopping spree with Mistress. It was a "s...

Victim Lovers Ch. 01

by mdp_2004 on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

I can't remember anything as I begin to wake. I'm nearly upright and bound to something comfortable. My eyes still feel heavy and my brain is swimming laps inside my skull. I can't move my arms or legs and something is in my mouth and I think something may be stuck inside my ass but I'm not sure. My eyes can move and I let them wander as I take in the view....

Victim or Survivor

by Alex Ledue on Aug 30, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Dawn sat by the phone smoking a Marlboro light; she had had a rough day at work and was in no mood to play. Henry her soon to be ex-husband kept calling and hanging up the phone. It was apparent he wanted to come home, but he wasn’t going to. Dawn had to show her husband that when you reach out, you get out. If it weren’t for her friend Grace, Dawn wouldn’t...

Victim of Lust

by dreamer117 on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

(This is a true story of an Indian wife lived in USA, but I added a few more characters from my imagination to spice up the story) * I got married at the age of twenty two to an NRI who has a roaring software consultancy business in US. I shifted to US with my hubby and had exhilarating sex life with him over the year. When I reached 30, I began feeling,...

Victim's Ball

by MSTarot on Sep 13, 2017
Novels and Novellas

(On July 14th ever year the French celebrate La Fête Nationale, a holiday that here in the United States we call Bastille Day. It is celebrated with parades, period costuming and fireworks. Large parties with decorative food--blue, white, and red--also music and dance play a prominent part of the celebrations. This story is themed to fit that ... in my own o...

Victim of the Game Ch. 04

by grayfox_mgs on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

In the office of Police Chief Kurt Crewe, his telephone rings idly nearby. Crewe, sitting in his leather recliner, picks the phone from its cradle at the third ring. Crewe hoists the phone to his ear and speaks. "Hello," Crewe begins. "This is Police Chief Kurt Crewe. How may I be of assistance?" "Cut the crap with the formalities," the caller yells. "I ca...

Victim of the Game Ch. 03

by grayfox_mgs on Aug 31, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Paris Leon is the leader of a swift criminal organization named the Leon Crime Family, which is comprised of government informants, hired assassins, and dangerous wheelmen. Inside her conference room, she is having a meeting with three of her favorite assassins: Vic Meyer, Chloe Young, and Ariel Rice. "Congratulations," Paris begins. "To all of you for succ...

Victim of the Game Ch. 02

by grayfox_mgs on Aug 31, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Shawna was riding his dick cowgirl style. She loves the sensation of grinding down on a big hard cock. Her partner, Art, is savoring the attention his cock is receiving and is passionately groping Shawna's breasts. Shawna begins to scream continuously until the heart-racing fucking was over with. She lifts herself off of his lively dick and kisses him on the...

Victim of the Game Ch. 01

by grayfox_mgs on Aug 31, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Inside of a prestigious hotel is a banquet being held. Johnny Trapper sees the woman from across the room, slowly chewing her meal. For an instant, he catches her attention. They stare at each other for a brief moment before the woman returns to her meal. Johnny fantasizes about the woman while he is meddling with his food. He imagines her suckling his eno...

Victim of the Pitcher

by icespider on Nov 25, 2017
NonHuman

One misstep was all it took. I was the scout for an botanical expedition to a part of the Amazon with absolutely no trace of human habitation. As I put my foot down in what I took to be clearing, the ground seemed to twitch, and all of a sudden it was gone. I tumbled into some kind of fleshy bowl, deeper than I was tall but with a man sized hole in the botto...