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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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Thanks, Sam gasped, catching her breath and rubbing her bruised side. She grabbed her bag with both hands and took a step back from the stranger. The man straightened up and took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lighting one with a silver lighter. The flame cast an eerie glow on his face, revealing a sharp jawline and piercing eyes that studied her intently.
Teri is a model, and she had just finished a photoshoot as a bodydouble for a famous singer, and she thought the music video had turned out pretty well.
And that is where her story started...
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Die Geschichte hatte ich schon auf der alten Seite veröffentlicht. Damals angestiftet von der Geschichte „Zufälliges Opfer“ von „Groucho“, welcher sich wiederum von der berühmt-berüchtigten Filmszene aus „Irreversible“ mit Monica...
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an...
The sun blazed down on the crowded beach, a golden hue that painted everything in a warm glow. Sandra, an adventurous soul with a secret thrill for the illicit, lay on her back with her eyes shaded by a wide-brimmed hat. Tom, her husband, sat beside her, his eyes hidden by mirrored sunglasses, a knowing smile playing on his lips. They had a prime spot, tucked behind their oversized beach windscreen, next to the old seawall, offering all the...
She never stopped screaming, her body thrashing against the ropes that held her in place. Tom felt a sadistic smile curve his lips as he watched her squirm. He knew she was in agony, and that only served to fuel his desire to punish her further. He pulled out slowly, watching her eyes on him with a mix of horror and relief.
This was the life, he thought to himself, as he watched the young girl squirm beneath him. The best thing that had happened to him in years. No bullshit, no strings attached, just a beautiful body to use as he saw fit. He'd had his share of flings and one-night stands, but none had ever been as satisfying as this. The power was intoxicating, the control over her every move a heady rush of adrenaline.
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This is a companion piece to my entry entitled Shannon for Sale.
i woke and, with a sleepy smile, reached behind me for my fiancée. She wasn’t there, the spot was empty. I sat up. The ensuite light was on and the door was closed so I figured she...
He was not ugly, not handsome either, just an average middle-aged man with a thin, hard face and specks of white in his short beard. Only his eyes looked hideous, and sometimes his smile.
“Suck me.”
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the...
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Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction. The people are products of my imagination and any resemblance to persons living or dead are unintentional and purely by accident. You must be 18 years of age to read this.
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I knew something was wrong as soon as I woke up. I tried to open my eyes, but my lids felt heavy…so heavy. I tried to roll over, but I couldn’t. I could feel my arm was asleep, that uncomfortable ‘pins and needles’ feeling. Was I tied down? No, I...
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Charlotte was a lonely woman. Recently divorced, tired of men, when a woman of Chinese decent met her in a bar. Charlotte talked to her a bit before the woman became more aggressive. Miya, she'd introduced herself as, moved her hands from...
“Shut up. Open the door. Let me in. Close the door. You may speak, but only to answer my questions. Are you alone here?”
“…”
“Are you expecting someone soon?”
“…”
“Alright. Where’s your kitchen?”
She leaned back in her chair and looked Dan straight in the eyes, keeping her own features composed. Dan Webster was the new shooting star among Hollywood's directors, very much akin to Spielberg in the seventies. She had seen his last independent movie and had liked what she had seen. He was good, had an eye for talent and framing. What had most people talking about his work was his ignoring modern sensibilities, he showed and depicted what...
A bead of sweat ran down between Emily’s naked breasts and got soaked up in the bedsheet covering her hips. The heat in her one-room apartment was oppressive, summer in Atlanta was bad, a heat wave in Atlanta was worse but both with a broken down air condition was a nightmare.
Kyle was with Maya when she got knocked up. Those two were off and on. They'd stay together for a while until one day they had a big fight and Kyle fucked off for good. At least until the next time Kyle took her back. They fought all the time. He was convinced she was fucking all of us. She was, but Kyle never had enough of a spine to stop any of us.
The gavel came down with a sharp sound as if to set the final punctuation to the judges sentence. Emily Wayne dropped into her chair. She had fought hard, against a ruling of personal responsibility in the bankruptcy case of her father’s company. After his death in a plane accident she was the only one left holding the bill. Emily had known that the business wasn’t doing great but, the full extent of the financial troubles had only hit her after...
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the...
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. Alle in dieser Geschichte dargestellten sexuellen Handlungen...
I couldn't help but zoom in on the image, my stomach twisting in a tornado of anger and despair. Her nipples were hard, almost tearing through the fabric. It was a clear sign of arousal. The sight of her in his arms, her body betraying her. I just knew was playing with her unprotected pussy right there, for all to see, and she was powerless to stop him.
When I opened the door to my room, I found myself face to face with Blossom, the enigmatic beauty from earlier. She was completely naked, except for what I thought was jewellery that adorned her body. It was clear that she was indeed the gift the Sheik had mentioned. Her hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall, framing a face that could have been sculpted by the gods themselves. Her full, flush lips parted slightly, and those...
I was standing in my kitchen, with two cups of tea. Robin was in my bed. She had been snoring away when I got in from work. I guess I woke her up. I can’t believe the unfairness of it. She’d been out once already to visit the bathroom, ignored me and went back to bed. She’d been wearing my best Akira T-shirt when she’d appeared. Bouncing around in it enticingly, I didn’t mind that of course, it’d smell of her now.
A proud lesbian queen is captured during a brutal conquest and subjected to relentless violation by her enemies — a harrowing tale of defiance, degradation, and shattered vows.
He groaned, his hips jerking forward, and she felt the tip of him brush against her entrance. Slowly, she breathed, and he nodded, positioning himself at her opening. He pushed in inch by inch, filling her completely, stretching her until she thought she might break. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her nails digging into his back.
Her name was Sakura, Cherry Blossom, or at least that's what she was known as in the house of the Black Lotus. Nobody was using their right name in a place like this, I certainly hadn’t been given the name of Ajita at birth. Yet her name was so aptly chosen, like her namesake she was delicate and beautiful, and like the cherry blossom her beauty would be very fleeting.
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Amber cried uncontrollably as The Hunter got on top of her in the bed. She was too afraid of him to struggle. His cock brushed the entrance to her pussy. Amber closed her eyes and tears streamed down her face on her freckles. He slapped her face and commanded her to open her eyes. She felt forced to look at him as his cock slowly went deep into her cunt. Amber wailed and cried as the cock slowly moved in and out. His body pressed hard against...
“This is everything I’ve got on her.” I said and handed the manila folder labeled with Claire Statton to the man sitting on the other side of the table. He had introduced himself as Mr. Brown, but I doubted it was his real name...
My cock invaded deep into her tight, dripping wet pussy. Her screams of protest were intoxicating. She tried desperately to prevent moans of pleasure from escaping her lips. I knew her body wanted this. Harder and faster I ravaged lovely Leila. Her screams begging me to stop made it so much more enjoyable. Fuck she was so desperate to stop moans of pleasure from escaping. Her resistance was fanning the flames inside my body....
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Cathy Kelley was used to having men gawk over her as a WWE personality, and especially the ones most women would consider “gross”, or, as the slang is these days, “incels.”
The vault’s cold metal floor bit into her skin as Paul’s assault drove her body against it repeatedly. The harsh fluorescent lights above flickered, casting grotesque shadows that seemed to dance and leer. Addie continued to scream and writhe in agony. The vault echoed with Addie’s muffled cries, the sound reverberating off the metal walls in a sickening chorus. Her body convulsed beneath Paul’s crushing weight, every nerve alight with searing...
Bitte hören Sie auf, tun Sie das nicht!
Der Mann mit der Maske lacht, als der dein Betteln, dein Flehen hört. Aufhören? Warum denn? Ich habe doch noch gar nicht richtig angefangen. Bis jetzt war das doch alles nur Spielerei. Aber du hast recht, es wird Zeit, dass wir mit dem Spaß aufhören und Ernst machen!
Der Kerl richtet sich auf, stellt sich zwischen deinen Beinen vor das Bett, knöpft langsam sein Hemd auf und lässt es zu Boden gleiten....
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an...
He cruelly pinched Jill’s nose shut and barked “Bite me and I’ll make you pass out.” Jill gagged at the shaft inside her and refrained from biting. She let out a muffled scream as Mike slammed his cock into her dry pussy. Megan still held an iron grip over her arms. Dr. Ortiz was left to play with Jill’s perfect tits, which he did so by slapping them hard with his hands. Jill thrashed as best she could, but it was no use. She was now the victim...
