(F4A) Within the dimly lit basement, the rough edges of concrete pillars loom around me like silent sentinels. The industrial-style light hanging overhead casts an intense beam on my form, making the shadows dance on the unfinished walls. My breathing is nudes
(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
[Fu4F] You're my girlfriend and you just moved in with me, of course it's the first time we've slept together, you wake up to a slimy, sticky feeling under the duvet. I may have cum involuntarily while sleeping just by cuddling you with a spoon but ex
(F4A) The flashing lights of the convention hall felt like a cruel joke, mocking my confusion and burgeoning panic. Just hours ago, I’d been wide-eyed and excited, clutching my ticket to "Cosplay Mania," a dream come true for a small-town girl like m
(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
(F4A) It was just… there. A big, plain brown box sitting on my doorstep when I got home from my part-time job. No return address, just my name and address printed clearly. Weird, but hey, maybe Mom ordered something? Still, curiosity gnawed at me. 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
I’m the virgin daughter of a rich merchant, captured by a bandit. My father hires you to come save me, and you find the bandit right before he can fuck me. You fight him and win but I don’t know who won from where I’m bound and blindfolded in the o
(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€