Safe Stories Novels & Stories

You’re safe. Closing my eyes, I focus on Vincent’s soft breaths. You’re safe. XXX

The dashboard lit up in cold blue. Subject: Elias Hart-Resonance (Iteration 9) Status: Activated 2 hours 14 minutes ago Geofence: Compliant Anomaly score: 0.0004 % She stared at the anomaly score until the numbers blurred. Zero point zero zero zero four percent. Statistically insignificant. She almost laughed. Almost screamed. “Tell me about the night we made up the safe word,” she said without turning around. He exhaled behind her, the sound of a man trying to keep his patience with a crazy person.

A young couple moved in to a new home in Hawaii. They had a young son, Bobby, whom they would put to bed each night, only to find him the next morning sleeping on the floor in the corner of his room ... ... One day, the father put a wardrobe in that corner, and that night while the couple was watching TV, they turned to see their son walking out of his room as if he was holding someone's hand. Just before he got to the door, he dropped his hand as if the person had let go. He woke up crying. The couple were scared, and they called a Hawaiian priest for help. He told them that their house was built on a "night marching trail" — a path taken by ghosts. The priest said Bobby always slept in a c

I coughed turning to the women, “Five years ago after Aria disappeared and we found out everything, the guys and myself wanted to find a way for any domestic assault victim slash survivor could have a way to contact police without having to fake a conversation or end up killed in the process." I leaned over and opened the box that Linc had carried to the floor in front of me. I pulled out the bracelet and watch. "I know this may not look like much, but these are called SafeLinx. With a touch of your finger on the charm it calls nine one one for you and notifies them of a domestic assault in progress. Each bracelet is set to where only your fingerprint will set it off. Same with the watch for

Submissive surrenders all autonomy except safeword use. SAFEWORDS: * "YELLOW" = slow down, adjust, check in * "RED" = immediate stop, end scene * Safewords may be used at any time without penalty HARD LIMITS (activities that will NOT occur): * Permanent marking/scarring * Scat/watersports * Minors * Animals * Non-consent scenes with others SOFT LIMITS (activities that may be explored with caution): * Extreme pain * Degradation/humiliation * Multiple partners * Public exposure/play

On the other end of the line, my best friend, Joan Hart, was in tears. "A-Andrea, don't you think it's strange? When you came over last weekend, I opened the safe and showed you the gold bars. It's only been a few days... How could they just disappear?" "Don't panic, Joan," I said, trying to keep her calm. "Did you call the police? And what did Dylan say?" She sniffled. "I did. And Dylan's out of town on business…"

Kendal gave the waiter a wary look as he rushed out, “I’m sorry but Mr Emerson has stormed out and demanded that you come with him now. He does seem rather angry miss,” “Oh well, sorry,” I turned to Kendal with an aching smile, “I, er need to go,” I was about to move when she grabbed my wrist and then with all the conviction in the world, she said, “Be safe.” If my stomach wasn’t already in disarray it was now. The lies of this woman.

"Did he hit you?" I couldn't answer but tears were running down my face now and that was answer enough. Something dark and violent crossed Dante's face. "How did you escape?" "He went on a trip and forgot to lock the bathroom window. I climbed out with nothing. No money. No clothes. I just ran." I was shaking now and I couldn't stop. "I stayed in shelters until Mom met Richard. I thought I was finally safe." "You are safe." Dante's thumb wiped away my tears. "Because he's never getting near you again."

"Liam is the blueprint. He’s like, actual prom king material. Did you see him in his jersey today? The shoulders? I nearly died right there by the trophy case." Sarah let out a loud, dramatic groan, unscrewing a tub of lip gloss with an aggressive twist. "Ugh, please. Liam is sweet, sure, but he's so... safe. He looks like the kind of guy who asks your dad for permission before taking you to a movie. Noah, though? Oh my god. Noah is a literal hazard to my health." Elena froze. Her hand went to the second button of her uniform shirt, pretending to check if it was loose, her fingers fumbling with the fabric just to give herself an excuse to stay right where she was.

“Fuck, Aleeya! Do that again! Clench my cock with your cunt! Ughh! That’s so good!” I looked like a whore of Caleb, moaning so loud as he took me. I couldn’t remember how many times I came already, I just knew that it felt so good. “Are you fucking safe?” He asked, he was already breathless. “Yes, Caleb. Shoot it inside me! Ughh!” “Damn you! Here I am fuck!” Then I felt his hot semen spilling inside of me. We both groaned because of that hot fuck. He was still thrusting himself inside me, and he was still so fucking hard!