⚠️ Trigger WarningThis story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of forced feminization, BDSM, humiliation, sissification, pegging, cum play, and dominance/submission dynamics. It is intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised.“I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life,” Sasha whispered, her voice like velvet over a blade.Julian didn’t get the chance to respond. The click of heels sounded behind him, then the door opened—and everything shifted.The man standing there was barely recognizable. It was Sasha’s husband, Elliott. Or at least, it used to be.Julian’s lips parted slightly, breath caught in his throat. Elliott had transformed. He wore a short, platinum blonde wig that framed his heavily made-up face. He had on bright red lipstick, thick lashes, and shimmery eyeshadow. It wasn’t just a costume. It was a persona.And it was mesmerizing.Julian’s gaze slid down his frame. A black lace basque clung to his torso, ci
Trigger Warning:This story contains explicit sexual content, themes of BDSM, humiliation, submission, and non-traditional power dynamics. It includes graphic depictions of dominance and sexual acts involving multiple partners, as well as emotionally intense and potentially disturbing content. Reader discretion is strongly advised. This content is intended for mature audiences only•••••••••••••Julian shouldn’t have been this hard just reading a message.Mistress Sasha requests your presence at 3 PM Wednesday. No excuses. No delays. Your pleasure is optional. Hers is mandatory. Come prepared to serve. Come prepared to obey.His chest tightened with anticipation and his hands trembled. He read the message again. Then again. And every time, it made his cock ache with need.He had watched her videos and obsessed over her photos. He had dreamed of the way she might look in real life. But today wasn’t a fantasy, It was happening.Julian checked his reflection in the tinted window of his c
I was at a wedding ceremony, drinking. The third cocktail hit harder than I expected, and by five o’clock, I was light-headed and giggling. Daisy gave me a look across the table, the kind that screamed, I know that face.I leaned in, whispering just loud enough for her to hear. “I need him. Right now.”Daisy raised an eyebrow. “You’re actually serious?”I didn’t answer. Instead, I slid off the barstool, wobbling slightly in my five-inch heels, and grabbed the hand of a stranger who sat across the table. The warmth of his skin sent a jolt straight between my legs. His brows lifted in curiosity, but he followed me without a word.“Where are we going?” he asked as I dragged him down the hallway toward the restrooms.“You’ll see,” I said, my voice thick with want.The door to the ladies’ room swung open, revealing two women by the mirror fixing their lipstick. I kept walking and didn’t miss a beat as I turned on my heel.“Nope,” I murmured.I reached for the men’s room door, pushed it op
MOANS IN THE WOODS (2)THEO'S POVI stopped dead when I heard it. There were soft, shaky moans coming from up ahead. I was only ten feet from the clearing now. At first, I thought maybe it was some animal caught in a trap or injured. I reached for the camera hanging around my neck, ready to capture the moment. But as I unscrewed the lens cap, it hit me that these sounds weren’t animal cries. They were human. And not just any human, they were the kind of sounds you don’t expect to hear alone in the woods.Curiosity pulled me closer, even though every instinct told me to back away. Instead of following the path where I’d be spotted easily, I slipped off into the thicker trees. I moved slowly, careful to make no noise. Years spent in the wilderness had trained me to be silent. When I finally reached the edge of the clearing, I crouched behind a bush, heart pounding.That’s when I saw her.She was lying back on a fallen log, bathed in sunlight. Her bare skin glistened, and she looked so v
Aria escapes to the woods to lose herself but ends up being found. As she masturbates, lost in her own pleasure, she thinks she is alone but soon, she realizes someone has been watching her the whole time and he is not planning to leave.---Aria's POV I ran like something was chasing me. Maybe something was.The ache in my legs wasn’t enough to stop me. I pushed harder, breathing in shallow bursts, focused only on the tree ahead. Just make it to that one. Then you can stop. Then you can breathe.But when I got there, I didn’t stop. I didn’t even slow down. I needed the burn. I needed the pain and I needed anything that reminded me I was alive.The air was still sharp with the chill of early morning, but sweat soaked through the back of my tank top and down my spine. My name’s Aria, and this trail? It’s the only place I can lose the noise in my head. Out here, it’s just me, the trees, and the ghosts I can't outrun.My ponytail whipped against my shoulders as I ran, tits bouncing no
This story contains scenes of incest sex. Kindly skip if this might trigger you. I was stretched out on the sofa in the living room, watching cartoons. The t-shirt I wore barely covered the top of my thighs, and when I turned to the side, you could see my black underwear and the curve of my sweet young ass. John, my stepfather, walked through the living room, getting ready to leave for work.“Are you ever going to do anything besides sit in front of the TV?” he asked.I flipped onto my back and looked up at him, spreading my legs innocently. “It’s summer, Daddy,” I told him.“What about college? Don’t you want to get an education?” he asked, wetting his lips. I stretched my arms above my head and let out a delicious little moan as my muscles relaxed.“Nope. I just want to marry for money,” I said with a grin.John rolled his eyes and left for work.I waited until I heard his car pull away before I jumped up from the couch and started my day. In my bedroom, I pulled my shirt over my h