Emma heads to a mountain corporate retreat expecting team-building. Losing a strip poker bet to 14 coworkers (9 dominant Black men, 5 White) turns her into their no-limits “company whore” all weekend. Nonstop extreme interracial gangbangs, BBC double penetration, anal fisting & rosebud pushing, piss enemas/drinking, public dock exposure, squirting, cum bubbles, and humiliating cuckold calls from her vanilla husband Mark.
A nameless road unspools forever under Elias Moreau’s tyres. Naked, half-hard, he drives toward Isolde—pale, raven-haired, eternally waiting, sex glistening in headlights. Each encounter is slow, deep, wordless release on warm tar, yet she recedes again. No end, only endless want, her scent on the wind, the next curve calling him forward.
Isabela arrives in Rio for the first time, meeting Thiago in Ipanema. Their taxi ride teases with his hand high on her thigh. Inside his apartment, he pins her to the wall, fingers plunging deep with wet sounds, tasting her arousal. He fucks her hard against the plaster—sharp slaps of skin, slick squelches, her cries echoing—until they both shatter. In bed, slow rolling thrusts build softer, deeper climaxes, bodies slick and trembling in the salt-scented dawn.
Midnight Midnight veils London in shadow. She waits at Embankment, coat parted, lace stockings bare above, slick beneath skirt. He emerges—tall, eyes devouring. Fingers trace blouse, nipples hardening. Mouth devours hers, deep. Kneels, tongue laps slick folds, circles clit slowly. She shudders, comes biting cries. Lifts her, thrusts deep—rolling, filling. They grind against rail until she clenches, he spills hot. Vanishes. She smiles, marked. Midnight
"Hi! My name is Violet. New kid on the block. You don't know me, but you will. Once you do, you won't be able to get enough of me. Just ask all the hot guys in Indy! HA! All 500 of them. Start your engines, Boys! I look good lying a checkered flag. Red light! Yellow light! Green light... HO!"
Before the silence, there were voices. Before the voices, there was pain. Before the pain, there was a fall — sudden, cruel, and irreversible. Stella could not have known then how her world would change, how her mind would stretch into places it had never belonged.
When Emily swerves to avoid a tiny creature, her mercy triggers a collision that binds her and a furious stranger in a single, haunting meter of ruined metal.
The origin story of Batman meant to capture the grit and spirit of the comics. This is just a fanfiction and is not meant for commercial use. While I do my best to honor the original story of Batman, I admit that it has my personal flair in it that you may notice if you're familiar with my work. I used AI to help me refine the book, but the dialogue, plot, and tone are all mine. I've always loved Batman and wanted to write my own fanfic that includes Gotham's full story and his legend. Enjoy.
A Middletown story
"Kara was the ultimate hardass—tough, no-nonsense, and fiercely loyal. Her childhood friend Ray had been wounded by his fiancée’s betrayal and was afraid to open his heart again."