From the Crazy in Carson saga One of my older stories copy/pasted from my Fetlife journal. This one is an odd one. This is what inspired me to write these stories in the first place so the formatting is odd to say the least. You'll see when you read it. It's crazy hot though! 🥵
A story in the Fantasy Ravishment Universe
In the frozen heart of occupied France, 1943, a remote nunnery becomes a crucible of sacrilege. SS soldiers descend, executing the men and claiming the thirty nuns for seven days of unrelenting violation. From altar to ashes, innocence is stripped, burned, and reborn in fire. A haunting tale of survival, defiance, and the dark resilience that endures beyond the flames. A Week of Sacrilege in the Snow.
From the Crazy in Carson saga I don't talk much about my ex girlfriend Val, but I really should! She was amazing, one of the best. Her and I are even still friends. This one is a story about her! Side note, I love getting walked in on!
an old friends visits a patient who finds that medication has enable him to sport erections that his visitor finds delightful, she sucks and then they fuck. she leaves he is transferred to a mixed ward where a female sucks him off and then he fucks her, bum and cunt. He is discharged but visits his original visitor and they enter an orgy of sexual delights and returning to his base finds his wife entertaining male colleagues
Desperate husband Mark pitches his failing app to three investors—including his cruel ex-boss Victor. Wife Lena, peak ovulating and aching for a baby he refuses to give her bare, snaps: “If you won’t breed me, they will—and fund your project too.” She strips to crotchless lace, seduces them into a savage gangbang while Mark’s tied, caged, and forced to watch every choke, slap, triple stretch, and face-to-face lap torment. They film it all, breed her fertile womb deep, make him clean their cum fr
I'm Zihan, the model student: top of my class, class monitor, and a "good boy" in every sense of the word. My life is a straight-A report card, my only failing grade being my crippling timidity around girls. That was until Sam transferred into my school and, by some twist of fate, became my desk mate and a guest in my home. Sam is my complete opposite—confident, and effortlessly at ease with everyone, especially women. Under his wing, I start to shed my awkwardness