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It was his first time. Ever. The idea was always in the back of his mind. He always wondered what it was like, but always knew he'd never actually do it... besides, he didn't even know where to look for one in the first place... but one day, just by happenstance, he came across a post online. Someone asking where to find one. A glory hole. Apparently they were a lot more common than he'd ever thought. Sex shops. It seemed so obvious in hindsight, but... he wouldn't go to one. Ever. He'd never been. Besides, this was all just fantasy. It was just porn... it was a fetish and nothing more. But no matter how much he thought about it, the idea was so incredibly …
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I randomly generated this list of characters from name generators, character generators, lists of motivations and quirks, and probably a few elements from deep within my own twisted mind. The list was made to provide random options for my latest writing challenge over in my Tell Me a Story group, but when I read down the list after making it I thought... hey, those 10 people should all be in a story together. This probably happened because I'm an idiot and can't stop my dumb brain from connecting everything it sees into stories and fictions and insanity. But my brain is already off and running... I tried to leave the wording as vague as possible but of course, my brain st…
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Warning: The following story includes content that some may find disturbing. This story deals with such matters as human trafficking and nonconsensual sex. This story is entirely fictional, but if such topics still make you uncomfortable, do not read any further. It wasn't fair from the start. From before I even walked in the door, you already knew I'd be there. You knew what I was after. I have no idea how, but you knew... And you also knew there was nothing I could do to stop your plan. I stepped in fully expecting to take command. I'd practiced at poker all my life, I knew all the tricks and traps even the dirtiest casinos in the world were capable of pullin…
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I lie here in my bed, resting. The rhythm of my heartbeat, slow and steady, is in my ears. She bends over me, cooling my flesh with a damp cloth. Her touch is gentle, and she smiles at me. That smile takes me back in time. I see the smiles in my memory, of lovers and not-lovers alike, lovers and friends, sometimes foes. It's funny how the years can wash away animosity; the negativity fades and you can only see the missed opportunities, the chances for peace not taken or missed. What could have been, should have been. My breath hitches at the thoughts. There have been a lot of them. My journey through Life has been long, my loves many. Nearly all are gone now, th…
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Aurora & Iris At Home The city outside hummed quietly, distant tires against wet pavement, a siren that faded before it found them, the breath of wind through cracked windows. Inside, the apartment was dim and golden. Candles flickered in glass bowls. The stereo hummed with soft music: a female voice looping lyrics neither of them needed to understand. Their shared bed was a nest of colored sheets and strewn silks, pillows scattered like petals. Aurora was already curled at one end, her hair spilling in waves of honey and rose across the blanket. She looked like a half-finished painting, her chest rising slowly, eyes half-lidded but focused on Iris. "Yo…
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Image Credit: Phil Gromley ( Twitter: @GromleyPhil ) The first incident happened so quickly. I was horrified. The moonbeams struck and he was a beast. Before I knew it, his claws had sunk into me and I couldn't even find a scream inside of me. He apologized and told me he never chose to be this way. He loved me dearly and wanted to protect me, he never wanted to hurt me. I didn't believe him at first but I realized I wasn't being fair to him. Why would anyone choose a life like this? To hurt the only one who showed him love? He was damaged, he was hurt. You just couldn't see his wounds. He told me I should leave, but I insisted I stay. I didn't want him to suffe…
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I used to hate family vacations. Ever since I was a little girl, my cousins would always pick on me. They'd push me down, call me ugly, make fun of me for things I didn't know. They always found every excuse to exclude me. Mom and dad always tried to cheer me up by buying me special toys and stuff, but it always burned me up inside that they didn't want anything to do with me. "What's wrong with me?" I always thought to myself. "Why don't they like me? Is it because I'm just a kid? Just a girl? But why do they have to be so mean about it?" I remember crying to my parents about it. Mom would try to console me with pretty words. "They're just jealous of you," or dad wo…
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Chapter One - The Easter Surprise Part 1 The apartment smelled like vanilla frosting and fresh lilies, with a hint of nervous sweat and cheap body spray. Bernadette LeClair, Bunny to friends, adjusted the ears on her head for the third time, trying to get the angle just right. Playful, but not crooked. Seductive, hopefully not cartoonish. The white satin choker at her throat itched slightly, but she didn’t touch it. She’d already smoothed the pink satin bows on the tops of her thigh-high stockings, fluffed the fuzzy cotton tail nestled just above her garter strap, and double-checked the clasp on the matching bra three times. Everything was coordinated, …
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I won't lie, I definitely wrote a lot of poetry trying to channel Charles Bukowski... or at least that's what it looks like in hindsight. I know I read a lot of Bukowski back then, because he felt like home. I think at the time I was trying to mine my life for the words that would paint what I felt, and no other style of writing aside from confessional diary entries seemed to make anything stick. But like most poetry, everything I wrote was pretentious, filled with weak attempts to describe emotion and life with mere words, as if words alone could convey the smells, the textures, the feelings,...physical or emotional. They can't, but sometimes they suggest enough to …
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Image credit: Monobe (pixiv) This user is blocked. [Hide messages] One week ago 10:03 AM blocked_user: Hey 10:12 AM You: How the hell are you messaging me? You're supposed to be in prison. blocked_user: Ha, I'm out now. Only 5 years, remember? 10:29 AM You: I have nothing to say to you. blocked_user: You sure about that? 11:00 AM blocked_user: I don't think that's true. You: The hell do you know? blocked_user: I know you more than you think. You: Like hell. blocked_user: I never left your mind. You: Fuck off, stop messaging me. blocked_user: You want me to stay. You: I said fuck…
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(Will probably feel cringey tomorrow, but tonight it feels right.) Cover me; My cheek within your thigh, Shut out the stars, Those million mocking demons. Close your door, Allow no sound But wind and breath And bending friction Of two bodies vibrating Together To claim the same point in space. My lips tasting yours, Speaking hymns; words pressed Others pulled from you. Feverish, I need your water, I am breathing, too much; I need to drown, and live. My heart folds, folds tighter Against itself, you pull me Against you, and I am no longer Confused. Cover me. Exploring you by fingertips Like a place walked in a …
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Who else believes in angels and demons? I belive angels and demons are always fighting and sometimes demons escape from the underworld and ive done read on qoura that some angels are stationed down to the underworld to make sure demons don't escape some pepole says that demons are the nephilim giants so I believe if they were real that female angels would make pacts and agreements and I belive female angels would be sent down there to pleasure some of the demons to stop demons from escaping what are anyone else's thoughts on this fenale angels are protectors and angels can change their forms mabby they don't have a true form just they change into what's needed mabby thi…
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Being noticed I love this place: have done since first I came here, years back, as a young keen new researcher on her first field trip. A place of ice and fire: of storms and stillness; of surreal splendour and sulphurous stench. Hell is here, a few miles up the track: Viti, they call it - which means Hell - because in ancient times they thought hell was beneath the fires; and who can blame them, the boiling mud and the plumes of steam, the stink of sulphur and the treacherous yielding of the pumice crust do indeed make a hellscape. But Viti has a calm green pool at its centre now - the calm at the centre of the storm, perhaps - and that cool calm laying so still ove…
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Hello there! I really enjoy writing short stories so this will be where I'll be posting them. They'll mostly be just one post, I think if I decide to write something longer, I'll mark the posts that belong together :). Feel free to let me know what you think and yeah, enjoy reading them :)! xo ❤️
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In My Bed The curtains are dead, Cold ghostlight of blue morning burning through. I may have died too. Someone is in my bed I know it. I know it, But I can't touch them. Bed sheets crinkle and crack like frost Under my fingertips, weak as they are. I'm not breathing, Not enough to consider myself alive, Just enough to pray and wonder. There was starlight in that bottle. It must have spilled in the night. It's just glass now--just a mess now. It's returning to reality, like me. A woman frozen in night-mare, Sleeping Ariadne Exiled on a queen-sized island, One nostril weakly siphoning Air between mattress and pillow, Sweat and t…
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Just for You
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When I first met you, you completely changed my perspective on who I was and the value I saw in my own body. Nobody had ever pushed me to love myself better than you. You came to me and loved me at a time when I couldn't even bear to look at myself. The way you picked me up, the way you held me in your arms, the way you squeezed me, looked into my eyes with your beautiful emerald ones and reassured me that even through my sweat and tears that I was still the beautiful little angel you fell in love with at the library... these moments must've lasted only a couple seconds but to me they played over and over endlessly. I loved you with all my heart. Every time I do…
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Is there anything that can beat a bland vibe of sunrise on a new week? A good vibe? A warm cup of coffee? Or tea? TV shows that aired today? A new video from your favorite channel? After all the shenanigan i've been through, i wish i can turn back time to cherish those corny moment before all of this happen... --- "Is this administrator office?" (21: 30) "It is, who might you be?" (21:30) "Dion Stuart, administrator of Audia Leaflet West Academy" (21:32) "I'm Elena, administrator of South Ashfield 16 Elementary school. Is there something i can help you with" …
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Memorial Day There was a time the cobblestone road of the old city bustled with the laughter of children and their parents leading them from shop to shop, stopping by neighborhood friends to discuss pleasantries and the latest gossip around town. Now, the smoke from the diminishing flames flooded the street as if God were sweeping through to claim all the first born. If only it had been so selective. Mira lowered her hood and unstrapped the mask from her face, allowing her hair to billow in the wind. It went against regulations, keeping it down like this. Long hair had a tendency to get in the way in the middle of a fight, but this fight was long over…
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Chapter One - First Crush "I'm going to cum. Fill me up!" The sultry female voice moaned out.The sounds of sex filled the one studio apartment in downtown Hollywood. His hand gripped his cock. Rubbing furiously he could feel his orgasm rising. Suddenly banging on the wall. He is about to crest. He can feel the orgasm about erupt out of him and a voice from the other side of the wall. "Stop watching porn and get a girl." "Fuck." He moans his cum spilling out and plastering his keyboard. Instead of hearing the sexy voice begging for his seed he heard his old hag of a neighbor. Sighing he turns it off and starts cleaning his keyboard. Looking up at …
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Prelude I didn't feel anything. I didn't even notice it happen. It wasn't hot, it didn't hurt, my life didn't flash before my eyes, I didn't even have a moment to try and breathe in order to realize whether or not I could. I wasn't sad, I wasn't scared, I wasn't angry. For one moment, one fleeting moment, I heard silence. In a way, I suppose you could call it a happy feeling. It's not at all the way I thought I would've felt if it happened. My name is Julia Whithro, and I'm dead. I was 25 years old, North on I-10 on Christmas Eve, 2021. It was raining and I was going 90 when the speed limit was 75. It was 9:30 at night and I needed to get home to finish wra…
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Night When the dreams won't come and the mind won't quiet. The thoughts come unending and doubt creeps in. Did I say it right or wrong? Is it me or is it others? Do I not hear the snickers, whispers, and words? When did the world learn this code, this movement, this way of being. I don't understand? Why didn't I? I toss and I turn. I doubt and I worry. I'm not good enough, others are better. The mind remembers all The memories come flooding - Mistake, Mistake, Mistake Failure, Failure, Failure Imposter - fake - charlatan Sleep comes when…
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This is a story in many parts. It is a story that has run through my mind so many times over the years: autobiographical in the desires it portrays, though I am not at all reckless enough to give in to them. I hope you enjoy me. The Quiet Room I have been here so many times: stood here, pretending not to have come on purpose: not to know where I am; not to know what is behind the shabby facade; not to want to go in. I am pretending to check my phone, as I have so many times before: as if I have stopped here by chance and am on my way to somewhere else. I know what is inside, what sort of place it is, what they promise: though in truth I canno…
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As a GI stationed in Korea, I was unusual in that I had an American girlfriend; I'll call her Dorothy. Being unmarried, we officially had billets on post but lived together in a small apartment in the local ville. Winters in Korea back in the day could be a shock even to seasoned Northerners. There are large flat plains, and at the time there were few trees so nothing would disrupt the cold wind coming down from the mountains in the north. It cut through any amount of winter garb and chilled you to the bone. I was coming home on a Saturday evening after stopping at the barracks to shower and change into civvies, but the cold night and a sixteen-hour shift didn't leav…
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They say the magic won’t work if the skin doesn’t touch. That’s the first rule of the ritual, that the bodies must touch, must press, must merge in motion and breath, or the old powers won’t come. There can be no silk between them, no armor, not even linen. I was told this at thirteen, when they first told me what I was, that I’d been bred for a purpose. I was unlike anyone else. "You are of the Pale Line," they said, tracing the veins at my wrist like they could see the starlight in me. "When the time comes, your body will be called. You will answer. You will not be alone." I didn't think they meant him. He stands at the far end of the sanctum now, ba…
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