(F4A) I lay on my stomach, the bedspread beneath me a glaring contrast to the horrific situation I find myself in. The red fabric feels soft against my skin, almost mocking me with its comfort while every fiber of my being strains against the brutal real nudes
(F/A) This all started when you confessed your love and I rejected you. So you gagged and tied me up so you could keep me all to yourself and you've been taking photos of me as blackmail. Telling me that everyone will know how much of a slut I am if I r
(F/A) My photography teacher, who I must admit I had a huge crush on, approached me for help in exchange for extra credits. He needed help with a project and wanted me as the model for the shoot. I agreed not realising what I was getting myself into.
(F44) I remember sitting in Professor Sterling's office, feeling so incredibly important. He was this brilliant psychologist, and I, fresh out of high school, was just a freshman trying to find my place. He’d singled me out after class one day, said I
(F4AplayingM) My head is still swimming a little from the drinks at the bar, but mostly from her. I'd met Sarah just a few hours ago, and it felt like we'd known each other forever. I'm only twenty-one, fresh out of college, and maybe a bit too eager
(F4A)In the dim light of the sparse room, I sat on the cool, hard floor, my heart pounding in sync with the clock’s relentless ticking. I never imagined that being the daughter of a powerful diplomat would lead me to this—a pawn in a merciless game o
(F4A) It seemed like such a reasonable suggestion at the time, almost... educational. Mistress Elena, with her sharp features, raven hair pulled back severely, and commanding presence clad in tight black leather, had visited my chambers earlier. She spok
(F4A) I look in the mirror and see a reflection that feels both familiar and foreign. My hair, once vibrant and full of life, cascades down my shoulders in soft waves. I remember the days when I was a beacon of energy, laughter often spilling from my lip
(F4AplayingF) I was brimming with excitement as I stepped into Christina's sprawling home. Her entryway was garnished with elegant pieces of art, each one telling a story of sophistication and allure. The house, like Christina herself, was captivatingâ€
