Stories about Mindy
Mindy has a fetish for BDSM furniture. When she and her best friend crashes a house party, and wanders the house searching for a bathroom, she finds Hungry's toilet slave machine in a spare bedroom and accidentally locks herserlf in it. Big mistake, Mindy! Bwa-ha-ha-ha!
Paths not taken Evil deeds are not (mostly) the province of the deranged or extravagant. The greatest evil can and is done by those to whom society would view as model citizens.
Kyle writes a letter to his twin brother Kevin about meeting Julie, a hot barista, and then Julie writes a letter to Kev about how the meeting went. (Sensitive readers may wish to pay attention to the story codes.)
Step-siblings Sophia (29, struggling artist) & Julian (27, guarded coder) ignite buried desire in an empty Kansas City mansion over Thanksgiving. Vicious confessions lead to brutal degradation: squirting shame, face-painting cum, personal humiliations in parents’ bed, threesome with Riley as toy. Raw fucking against family portraits seals their twisted intimacy. No redemption—just honest ruin they crave.
Seventy-five percent of this story is true. In reality, I was terrified during this scenario, and my escape from a possible killer was far more difficult than I describe here. I had arranged a weekend overnight date with Julian, but before that, we had a compatibility date. The first date went well, and I was genuinely looking forward to the weekend and the hot sex it would provide.
There is a small mention of bestiality but not the main story. Searching for something different a couple see an advert for slut training, and after a discussion they enquire as to what it involves, and get invited down to a farm and are shown around and rules were stated, then sent home to discuss and think it over but the wife insists they do it and arrange for her to start training.