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In this thread, I want to create a list with links to author's profiles on other sites. If you're an author yourself, please post links to where readers can find you and I'll add the information to this first post.
In general, I think I've seen authors of our community use three other plattforms to post their stories. But please let me know if I'm missing any.
This is something I didn't want to ever have to do, but the time has come to admit my limitations and my mistakes. The forum is going to close in November. Here's the main reasons why:
1) While writing is a tool I use to help with my mental health, it is not the only tool I use. At this point keeping the forum alive for the sake of my mental health will end up causing more problems than relieving them. I'm also going to teach at a much larger...
Hi all. I meant to include ways of staying in touch in my last announcement post, but forgot about it due to the craziness of real life.
I'm sure at some point down the road someone will try and revive this type of forum. Or maybe some other story websites exist that I or someone else doesn't know about. Either way, the biggest gripe I had about The Black Van shutting down was how the admin team told us then immediately disabled the website to...
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AI can be used for tasks such as research, translation, brainstorming, and proofreading. However, we do not want the forum to be...
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Robin is a recently out freshman lesbian attending her first LGBTQ meeting. Kim is an understanding campus safety escort. They hit it off great, so nothing could go wrong, right?
They stopped in front of a mirror. Cassandra saw herself and…him… He was leering at her reflection, savoring the look of her breasts. Heat rushed to her cheeks and she saw herself redden in embarrassment. Hands left her arms and roughly groped her chest again. With full access to her nipples now, she saw and felt them get squeezed and pinched. Sorrowful sobs cried out of the depths of her soul. Her eyes continued to spill tears as the lips found...
Harry hates a lifetime of women. Carla is traumatized by personal demons. Their collision course one rainy night will sink them both in cathartic, degrading lust.
Newly married Queen Evangelia takes her solemn, religious duties very seriously, and the young king has some serious blue-balls so far. But once all is right with God, what of the newlyweds?
Our hero comes out of a daze naked, hard, and for sale to hoards of women. The pack that buys him has some crazy shit planned, making him a gift for a friend in need. But is there a method to their madness and cruelty?
Without missing a beat, Josephine placed her right foot flat on the mattress, going more side to side now, thrusting down at different angles that sent shivers through her body, the bed creaking beneath them. ‘Yeah... you feelin’ this? Oh, you feelin’ it...’ His hands were hard on her hips, helping to guide her. Lost in pleasure, pushing up into her, he stiffened in release again, gasping her name.
Lilac is the flower child camper with an opinion on everything and a mouth to match. Some men find this annoying, but can they rise to the occasion to put Lilac in her place?
He's a perv and she's asexual, but they're in love and in therapy. One day, a new idea works its way into their session guaranteed to make them both ecstatic, just not at the same time.
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Mein Name ist Naomi Nakamura, und ich bin 21 Jahre alt. Ich komme aus Kitakyūshū, Japan, und studiere Englisch an der Städtischen Universität Kitakyūshū. Mein Traum ist es, nach meinem Abschluss als Dolmetscherin zu arbeiten, entweder für die Regierung, den Kaiserpalast, oder in der Wirtschaft. Vor Kurzem habe ich die unglaubliche Nachricht erhalten, dass ich für ein Auslandssemester an der University of California, Los Angeles (UCLA) angenommen...
I made her call her boyfriend while my dick was still inside of her, getting hard again watching her eyes when she told him lies. I turned on my back and made her mount me while she was still on the line with him. She tried to keep her voice steady, telling him about the weather, the hotel, how the meeting would be so important to her future. Her hips moved in small, reluctant circles as I gripped her waist, guiding her rhythm. Sweat beaded...
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Kerstin und Se-Na, zwei Freundinnen in ihren Vierzigern, wollen nach einem gemeinsamen Mittagessen auswärts das Treffen in Se-Nas Wohnung mit einem Kaffee ausklingen lassen und werden an der Haustür von zwei Männern überfallen. Sie werden anschließend über Stunden missbraucht und erst in der Nacht von Se-Nas Mann aus ihrer schrecklichen Lage befreit.
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NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a...
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he message from Victoria had been exemplary in brevity and clarity. It had simply read.
N. Garden party on Saturday at my place. Starts at 2 pm, dress for polite society! V.
Just seventeen words, nothing to cause excitement by the casual reader, just an invitation from one friend to another. The casual reader couldn’t have been more wrong. This was not an invitation it was a summons.
I pressed into her, the pulsating hardness of my erection firm against her body, no point in not letting her know what was coming. Putting my face close to her, I whispered into her ear.
“Breathing is a habit, that is very hard to break. You have a choice to make, you can cooperate, or I will tighten the noose around your neck even more. Do you understand me?”
Have you ever had a day where everything is going almost too well? Where it all seems to go smoothly? Well this is the first time in a long time, but may be the last for me.
The hologram cute girl alarm, one of the few of her things they left me, in her voice cutely cried out for me to wake up. Five-thirty in the morning, and after the morning routine, found me waiting as usual for the transport. In some sectors, a garbage collector and hauler...
As soon as she stepped across the threshold, she caught a whiff of something - sweat mixed with cheap cologne and burnt motor oil. Then big hands encircled her wrists and yanked her arms behind her back, making her cry out in surprise. She barely had time to realize what was happening before her vision went black and her senses were overwhelmed with the cloying smell of industrial chemicals mixed with rotting seaweed and molasses.
Re-post of a story of mine... I don't remember if it was originally on RapeCage or Ravishment University, honestly.
This is parody. You've been warned.
-The author
Lolita Virginia Snow toyed with one blond ringlet as she looked into the mirror, her pearl-white teeth chewing on the cherry swell of her lower lip.
It was the day after her eighteenth birthday, and she was wearing the outfit her Uncle Chester had given her. The dress was as white...
Ilduara sah wie sich die Augen des Römers weiteten, als er sie endlich erkannte, und ein bösartiges Lächeln erschien auf ihrem Gesicht.
Wie sehr mochte er nun Fortuna verfluchen? Allein in den endlosen Wäldern, der vernichtenden Niederlage entronnen traf er auf die eine Frau weit und breit der jedes Lösegeld das er zu zahlen im Stande war gleichgültig war
We all move up to caress The Perverted Mimic's tentacles, lick then, and he slowly helps us past the lower sharp teeth without us even touching them slightly and I see us and feel us sink between the tentacles and I still don't feel it, my own fault for wanting to scare Cara a bit to excite her, and teach her a lesson, I listen to all the others singing out in pleasure and I see the tentacles all pull in and the lid closes.
The damned cold rain fell. My once valuable wedding dress in tatters, I was beaten and tossed into the garbage. They thought they had me. My sister, born in a tube, and my parents thought they won. They thought they had my whole life in their hands. But little did they know....that what was to come would shake even the massive Commonwealth to the core.
Let us step back a month prior. The wedding plans were finalized, everything set and ready....
Post liberationem sexualem, omnia animalia tristia sunt die Iudicii.
Dear observers, readers and historians, you now sit in a non secular massive cathedral, where everyone is in the pews, masked and watching the choir, in bondage, but their mouths can still sing. The massive pipe organ, flares to life as Toccata and Fugue starts to play, as a singer, in Domme gear starts the Requiem.....
Oh virtue, oh chastity, discarded as the sacred...
It's not outrageous. I mean, think about it, Dennis said, gesturing around the room, when this place was built, you know businessmen were getting up to shenanigans with their secretaries and female staff all the time. No 'sexual harassment' or anything like that, then. Now? Well, you're just being informed that you actually have to fulfill that offer you made, coming here, dressed like that.
Der Autor dieser Geschichte hat die Regeln für das Veröffentlichen von Geschichten gelesen und akzeptiert. Der Autor garantiert, dass die folgende Geschichte keine der in der Sektion „Verbotene Inhalte“ aufgeführten Themen enthält.
Die folgende Geschichte ist ein fiktives Werk und dient ausschließlich der Unterhaltung. Sie schildert nicht einvernehmliche sexuelle Handlungen zwischen Erwachsenen. Sie ist in keiner Weise als Befürwortung nicht...
Leanne was at work in the bar one dark night
Just serving some drinks on a tray
When a hand on her ass gave the poor girl a fright
Which made her drinks wobble and sway.
The owner of a sex club with a sideline in selling footage of what goes on - with appropriate release forms signed at the door - orchestrates the seduction and abuse of the shyest member of the latest gang of uptown girls who think it'll be a fun night out.
