Its a difficult point and one that is hotly contested
First of all is the legal argument. I wrote a story that depicted an obvious age play scenario. A 35year woman old acting as a 16 year old schoolgirl. The site I tried to post it too banned me as I was posting stories that were depicting under age sex. When I complained I was told that it is the perceived age that is important, not actual age. My problem is that here in the UK 16 is legal, where as in the US, in some states it is 18.
Over and above the legal argument however is the moral one. Any of us can write a story depicting any number of abhorrent issues, death scat and Paedophillia amongst others, but it is our conscience that does not allow us to post them or allow others to see them. The fact that there are people out there who will trawl sites looking for material such as that is immaterial, I for one write for myself and am gratified if others enjoy it and therefore I am not going to write stuff I don't like.
and are good borderline, edgy subjects and stories of have been around for many years. I mean look at John Milton's Paradise Lost, where Satan commits with his daughter and their child, Death, rapes his mother. High Literature or obscene porn?
In all things let your moral compass be your guide
Oh and by the way, this is my first post, so Hello to all
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HiveMaster
Over 90 days ago
Male, 61
United Kingdom
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I have to admit the topic "Turn me on in 100 words" made me remember a competition my wife and I had. We had the same starting point for a story and wrote a scenario based on the same starting paragraph in 500 -700 words. Most of them we did in 500 words.
The starting lines were
"The leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists had been firmly fixed to the metal bedstead, holding her arms and legs as open as they could be without causing pain. A leather blindfold over her eyes she lay on the bed. "
Mine was as follows:
The leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists had been firmly fixed to the metal bedstead, holding her arms and legs as open as they could be without causing pain. A leather blindfold over her eyes she lay on the bed.
The ball gag was causing her trouble. It was slightly too large, she had had to open her mouth very wide to get it in, and now it was buckled at the back, it was tight in her mouth. Her jaws ached and her tongue swirled around at the back of it, struggling to push it out.
She was distracted however by the feelings between her legs. The dildo that was forcing its way in and out of her cunt was causing her mind to wander, her body to react and her juices to flow. It was large and filled her, stretched her.
It was relentless, pounding in and out, her lips opening and closing to accommodate it. The noise of the machine pushing it was rhythmic, adding to her sense of unreality. In the midst of another orgasm she felt his hand on her body, she tried to react but discovered her body wasn't her own, that it was held trapped, impaled on this machine that was the center of her orgasm ravaged universe. She felt helpless.
His hand caressed her body, stroking down from the shoulder, along and under her breast, just lightly tapping on the clamp that was there on the way past. Lower the hand went, over the wide leather strap that held her to the bed.
The hand rested lightly then, just below her navel, gently raising and lowering as the large intruder forced its way in and out. She orgasmed again, breathing desperately through her nose, her eyes tight shut behind the blindfold, as she tried to scream past the object in her mouth.
Eventually she relaxed, and realised his hand wasn't there anymore. She listened but all she could hear was the whirring of the machine that held her. She turned her head this way and that trying to hear him, her sightless eyes searching him out. Another orgasm was building, distracting her attention.
She suddenly felt the warmth of his breath on her face, and tried to lift her head to meet him, but the high collar around her neck made it difficult. The orgasm was building higher and higher, her stomach muscles rippling as it broke and washed her away.
When the orgasm rolled away she realised the machine was off. The huge plastic dick was in her, but no longer moving. She relaxed, a little fearful it would start again.
She felt the buckles on the gag being loosened, and with relief she pushed it out with her tongue as he pulled it away. It came free with a soft plop. She worked her jaws, painful and stiff as they were.
She waited to be freed from the rest of her restraints, but instead she heard a soft voice say, "Sleep Well", as a warm blanket was drawn over her tied, restrained, orgasm racked, cock-filled body. She felt, rather than saw him walk away, and felt rather than saw the light go off. She heard the door close.
She slept.
The starting lines were
"The leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists had been firmly fixed to the metal bedstead, holding her arms and legs as open as they could be without causing pain. A leather blindfold over her eyes she lay on the bed. "
Mine was as follows:
The leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists had been firmly fixed to the metal bedstead, holding her arms and legs as open as they could be without causing pain. A leather blindfold over her eyes she lay on the bed.
The ball gag was causing her trouble. It was slightly too large, she had had to open her mouth very wide to get it in, and now it was buckled at the back, it was tight in her mouth. Her jaws ached and her tongue swirled around at the back of it, struggling to push it out.
She was distracted however by the feelings between her legs. The dildo that was forcing its way in and out of her cunt was causing her mind to wander, her body to react and her juices to flow. It was large and filled her, stretched her.
It was relentless, pounding in and out, her lips opening and closing to accommodate it. The noise of the machine pushing it was rhythmic, adding to her sense of unreality. In the midst of another orgasm she felt his hand on her body, she tried to react but discovered her body wasn't her own, that it was held trapped, impaled on this machine that was the center of her orgasm ravaged universe. She felt helpless.
His hand caressed her body, stroking down from the shoulder, along and under her breast, just lightly tapping on the clamp that was there on the way past. Lower the hand went, over the wide leather strap that held her to the bed.
The hand rested lightly then, just below her navel, gently raising and lowering as the large intruder forced its way in and out. She orgasmed again, breathing desperately through her nose, her eyes tight shut behind the blindfold, as she tried to scream past the object in her mouth.
Eventually she relaxed, and realised his hand wasn't there anymore. She listened but all she could hear was the whirring of the machine that held her. She turned her head this way and that trying to hear him, her sightless eyes searching him out. Another orgasm was building, distracting her attention.
She suddenly felt the warmth of his breath on her face, and tried to lift her head to meet him, but the high collar around her neck made it difficult. The orgasm was building higher and higher, her stomach muscles rippling as it broke and washed her away.
When the orgasm rolled away she realised the machine was off. The huge plastic dick was in her, but no longer moving. She relaxed, a little fearful it would start again.
She felt the buckles on the gag being loosened, and with relief she pushed it out with her tongue as he pulled it away. It came free with a soft plop. She worked her jaws, painful and stiff as they were.
She waited to be freed from the rest of her restraints, but instead she heard a soft voice say, "Sleep Well", as a warm blanket was drawn over her tied, restrained, orgasm racked, cock-filled body. She felt, rather than saw him walk away, and felt rather than saw the light go off. She heard the door close.
She slept.