And Then Came the Honeymoon

Note: This story is adult entertainment. It has explicit lesbian sex, vulgar/profane language, and graphic descriptions of the physical effects of a common type of violence against women and girls. Please don't read it if you are underage. This story is fiction; resemblance between these characters and any actual persons is coincidental and unintended. -*-*- She was a rather tall woman, I'd guess in her late 30s. On the day she'd arrived, I'd heard one of the nurses call her Ilham; that's how I learned her name. At the moment, she was sitting up in the bed at the other side of the room. She wasn't crying audibly, but I was sure that her heart was suffering crushing pain. She had just been on a video chat with her mother...saying good-bye for the rest of this life. She and I were acutely ill with the novel coronavirus. We were in isolation. I was sure that the rest of her family had been around her mother's bedside as she breathed her last, but Ilham had wa...

This puts the story of the Walkers and Carruthers to bed. It is a review story covering the years and events, some sexual, some not, after the first cabin visit. There are some polyam terms used. Definitions are at the end of the story. As Marcy Carruthers sat in her office waiting for an important telephone call, she read through a diary she'd been keeping since the Carruthers and Walkers began a polyamorous relationship six years previously. She'd forgotten how much had changed. The diary served as the foundation of several erotic stories she'd published about their early days. She let each of her other partners read the material and suggest changes before publication. Some of the yarns were well received; others not so much. Surprisingly, her efforts had an unforeseen effect that she'd never considered. She'd taken to calling that week at the swinger cabin D-Day, for decision or determination, despite some derision due to its war connections. Multitasking, she...

Author's Note: All characters are over the age of 18. Story will include soft themes of mind control (fucking duh, mate) and rough sex. To all who left a comment: I appreciate your kindness. -----I rejected a blowjob for the first time in my life that day. It seemed like a great idea initially -- I mean, it was a blowjob, how could it not? Emily was glowing with well-fucked energy, her mind narrowed to think only of my commands and the pleasure she elicited from them. She didn't care that the pussy juice still staining my dick belonged to her, nor that she'd made enough noise in our little grove to invite nosy busybodies. So I leaned back against the car, she dropped to her knees, and she began to suck. Emily was exactly what Miranda prophesied: fucking great, sexy as all hell, but nothing exceptional. She couldn't push me beyond the entrance of her throat, and when I commanded her to try regardless, she ended up hacking and gagging in a displeasing way. She knew h...

Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual, dubiously consensual or reluctant sexual situations. This story is a part of series, in which the victim is turned from straight to gay and that's is his fantasy to be taken like this. * I lay there as he moved from my view. I want to place my head down but I cannot because of the way I am bound. A few moments later he returned and dropped his knapsack alongside the table to which I was tied. Since this all began the minutes have seemed like days. He moved off to the bathroom and I went cold as I got a glimpse of what was in the knapsack. In it was bondage stuff, dildos, clamps and so forth. As the shower turned on a sense of alarm overtook me and sounded very loud in my brain and I twisted desperately in an attempt to free myself. Suddenly, a knock at the door of my hotel room. I struggled harder to get free and began to scream into my gag. Almost with a sixth sense, the shower was off and he came out of the ...

Gina was doing the walk of shame, heading to her dorm. She was barefoot, and her black mini-dress was stained with alcohol and possibly semen. Her light brown hair was now in a ponytail. She remembered that the night before, her roommate Rachel had commented on how perfectly set it had been, as if she had it done in town by one of those frightful attitude-ladies that gobbled candy all day. "What did I even do? With whom?" Gina said, checking to see if she was wearing panties - her hand feeling a bare bottom. The college freshman stopped before entering the building, readied her greeting for the RA, then turned around, thinking maybe she should go back to the empty car she woke up in; a nondescript car parked on a hill overlooking the football field. She wondered about the football team and recalled they had lost. Was it a bet she lost, Gina thought as she looked down to her dirty feet. At least her ankle bracelet was still on, but her designer heels were not anywhere near h...

I watched as Ellen's Impala drove out of sight, then I got back on the road. The trip was proving to be quite eventful, and highly satisfying, as I got back onto the highway, and set a general direction south. Towards late afternoon, I was coming up on Bakersfield, and I noticed one of those big motorhomes coming up next to me in the passing lane. When it drew level, I glanced over as it passed me by. As the last window at the back came level, I saw a pair of tits pressed against the glass, oh yeah, the roundness and fullness made my cock take notice, a real nice set. The owner of those great tits gave me a long, lingering view, then she lowered her face down to the window, grinning at me. I saw a cute face, emerald green eyes, and long blonde hair. Yeah, a nice set, but she looked awfully young. Probably wouldn't amount to anything, no doubt she was with a family, in a motorhome that big. It merged back into the right lane and started to widen the distance between us. Five m...