登入I'm Alex. I’m the guy who sits in the front row, takes color-coded notes, and still gets nervous when the professor calls on me. And some would call me the class nerd. A name that has followed me since highschool. So when Mia dropped into the seat across from me in the library at 10:30 p.m. during finals week, I figured I was hallucinating from too much caffeine. She wasn’t my friend. We were in the same Intro to Statistics class, and that was about it. She was the type who showed up late, cracked jokes in the back, and still somehow pulled decent grades. Short black hair with a streak of purple, sharp eyeliner, and an obvious smirk like she knew something you didn’t We’d spoken maybe ten times total. Yes I counted. Mostly when she copied my homework. “You look like you’re about to cry over that textbook,” she said, dropping her bag on the table with a thud. “Move over.” I blinked. “I’m… kind of in the middle of something.” “Yeah, no shit. That’s why I’m here.” She pul
My name’s Riley, and I’m a junior. I’d been staring at Ms. Harper for the entire substitute week like a fucking idiot. She wasn’t like the usual tired grad students they sent. She was probably early 30's, with sharp cheekbones, dark red hair always pulled into a sleek bun, and a body that matches with her pencil skirts perfectly. The way she told would get any students attention. And not just because of her teaching styles. She was attractive, damn. I'm not gay but right now staring at her gets me wet. I’d mouthed off in class that afternoon. Nothing serious, just a sarcastic comment about the poem we were reading. Instead of sending me out, she’d given me that seducive smile of hers and told me to stay after. So here I was, sitting in the empty classroom at 4:20 p.m., heart thumping while she closed the door and twisted the lock. Ms. Harper leaned against the front of her desk, crossing her legs. “You’ve been distracted all week, Riley. Eyes on me instead of your notes. Car
I was nineteen and already feeling like an idiot for drinking three cans of Coke the second I got to Fox’s place. His house was huge compared to mine, two stories with long hallways and way too many doors. Fox is a new kid at school, so it's my first time being to his place. We’d been gaming for a couple hours when my bladder started screaming at me. Fox was paused on some boss fight and just waved toward the hall without looking up. “Bathroom’s down there, man. Don’t get lost.” Easy for him to say. I’d never been here before. I walked past a couple closed doors, turned a corner, and picked one that looked promising. No light coming from under it. I figured it had to be the bathroom. I twisted the handle and pushed it open. Holy fuck. Fox’s mom was on her back in the middle of a big bed, completely naked. Her legs were spread wide, knees bent, and she was working a thick, realistic-looking dildo in and out of her pussy. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room. Her other
I am Sister Elena, 22, and I have been a bride of Christ for two years now. Tonight, the convent felt like a tomb. The stone walls of my cell held the chill of early spring, pressing against me even through the thin blanket. Moonlight slipped through the narrow window, painting silver across the crucifix above my bed. Jesus watched, as He always did—His sacred heart exposed, His eyes full of sorrow and love. I had knelt before that same image for hours after Compline, begging for peace. Instead, my body burned. Sleep would not come. It hadn’t come easily for weeks. The dreams had grown bolder: warm hands that were not my own, mouths whispering against my neck, a heavy weight pressing me into this very mattress. I woke each time slick between my thighs, my habit twisted around my waist, shame thick in my soul. “Forgive me, Lord,” I whispered, rising from the bed. My bare feet touched the cold floor. I wore only the simple white nightgown we were permitted- thin cotton that reac
Sarah didn’t speak for a while after that last kiss. She just lay there between us, breathing slow and heavy, staring at the ceiling Then she sat up. “Get up,” she said.. “Both of you. Stand in the middle of the room.” We obeyed, legs shaky. Sarah disappeared into the corner of the basement and came back with some old extension cords, a roll of plastic wrap she must have found in the storage shelves, and a wooden ruler from Max’s desk. She worked in silence. First she made Max stand with his hands behind his back. She wrapped the extension cord tightly around his wrists, then around his elbows, forcing his chest out. She did the same to me, binding my arms behind me until my tits were pushed forward obscenely. Then she took the plastic wrap and started wrapping it around our bodies,, around my boobs, squeezing them until they bulged milk, around Max’s cock and balls until they were tightly bound and turning purple. She stepped back and looked at her work. “Pathetic,” she mutte
Sarah sat up between us on the ruined bed, chest heaving, sweat and cum still glistening on her skin. For a long moment she didn’t say anything. She just stared at the floor like she was having some kind of internal war with herself. Then her face changed. The shame was still there, but something meaner and colder took over. She stood up slowly. “On the floor,” she said, voice low and flat. “Both of you. Kneel.” Max and I looked at each other, but we didn’t dare argue. We slid off the bed and knelt naked on the cold basement carpet. Sarah went upstairs for almost a minute and came back carrying a roll of duct tape, scissors, and Max’s gaming headphones. She didn’t waste time talking. First she grabbed Max. She taped his wrists tightly behind his back, then taped his ankles together. She wrapped the headphones around his eyes as a blindfold, pulling it so tight he flinched. Then she turned to me. Sarah forced my legs wide apart and taped my thighs open so I couldn’t close







