u/3amTales

Hello, Reddit! I’m your resident expert in all things dark, taboo, and extreme—noncon, gore, snuff, and other delicious things. I’ve been writing for more than 30 years, and at this point I’ve written several million words of dark, depraved fiction—some for publication, some as commissions, and some to share online or simply for my own enjoyment.

Some dark kinks I love to write: >!Hanging/nooseplay. Beheading. Drowning. Bagging. Impalement. Strangulation.  Electrocution. Suffocation. Fatal beatings. Crucifixion. Executions of all kinds. Breast torture. Castration (female and male). Amputations. Brainfucking and eyefucking. Cannibalism and vore. Extreme torture. Defeated superheroes/superheroines. Abusive dynamics (physical and psychological). Necro. Sexual slavery. Brain destruction. Interrogation (my personal favorite!).!<

This is not a complete list by any means! If you’re interested in something you don’t see here, just ask.

Some selected samples:

• Fan favorite: A Good Kitty Hangs
• A personal favorite: Cleaning Up the Streets
• Most recent: The Beach Tease

Read more sample stories here, and reviews from satisfied customers here.

Pricing: $0.05/word. 1000-word minimum, no maximum. I take half the payment upfront, half when the story is finished.

My process: You message me with a story idea. I ask you clarifying questions if necessary, and once I’m sure it’s something I can do, I send you a payment link for the initial deposit. Then we’ll chat about your kinks, your limits, and your story idea until I’m satisfied that we’re on the same page. If you need help fleshing out your ideas, I’m also happy to do extensive brainstorming once you’ve paid the initial deposit. You’ll get your story in a week or less, depending on story length and how many commissions are ahead of yours. (If I’m booked out further, I’ll let you know ahead of time.) If you want updates or snippets as I write, please ask!

How my commission slots work: I schedule based on total word count across all commissions rather than number of stories. I’m currently available for a total of up to 20,000 words. I’m always open for more if you’re willing to wait longer than a week, and always open for long-term multi-chapter projects.

You’ll find I’m very friendly and easy to talk to, despite the dark themes I write (or maybe because of it—I know I’ve found that the people who are into the darkest stuff are generally the nicest people in real life). I’ve worked with people who are afraid their ideas are too extreme, I’ve worked with people who are worried their ideas are too tame for me. Either way, I don’t judge. I just want to make sure you have a good experience.

I will not write: Underage content. Real living people who haven’t agreed to be in the story.

Message me here on Reddit, or on Discord at 3amTales.

Anyone can write your kink, but can they truly understand it? You want someone who knows what you want… and why. Someone who knows what little details will make your heart beat faster, and the exact buttons to push to drive you wild.

My specialty is dark and extreme kinks. My writing lives at the intersection of sex and violence: noncon, gore, and snuff. It’s what I write because it’s what I love. Desire and darkness are inseparable for me: the panic of the struggle, the humiliation of defeat, the delicious gasp of a final breath…

Is that you, too? Then you’ve found a kindred spirit in me.

Or are you interested in dipping your toes into the darkness for the first time? Let me introduce you to all the tantalizing delights you’ve been afraid to explore. I can be gentle… or not. You won’t be the first person I’ve corrupted… and I know from experience that you’ll never be the same.

So what exactly do I write?

Snuff—my personal favorite. I can make it your favorite too, if you’ll let me. Consensual or not, gentle or brutal, sweet or nasty, I can write it all.

Noncon. The thrill of the chase, the rush of claiming unwilling prey, the delicious helplessness of being taken against your will...

Gore. I’m not the least bit squeamish. Whatever twisted ideas you have, I can match them with my own. So go ahead, tell me what nightmares make your pulse pound.

Humiliation. Degradation. Dehumanization.

Sexual slavery—willing or not.

BDSM of the “don’t try this at home” variety.

Raceplay, political play, and other taboo dynamics.

Twisted unhealthy relationships. Abuse, physical and psychological. Mind games.

Alternate endings to your favorite show or game, where the hero is defeated and the villain savors their victory in delicious detail.

Beasts, monsters, inhuman nightmares.

Forbidden queer fantasies. Misgendering, homophobia/transphobia, forced orientation play. Written by someone who is part of the community and knows there are itches that soft and fluffy queer smut just can’t scratch.

Want a taste? Check out my sample stories here, and reviews from satisfied customers here.

I won’t write underage. I won’t write about real people who haven’t consented to be in the story, including celebrities. I will write anything else.

$0.05/word, 1000-word minimum. No maximum. I can pack a lot of heat into a couple thousand words. I’ve also written 200,000-word twisted horny epics.

Interested? Message me here on Reddit, or on Discord at 3amTales.

Hello, Reddit! I’m your resident expert in all things dark, taboo, and extreme—noncon, gore, snuff, and other delicious things. I’ve been writing for more than 30 years, and at this point I’ve written several million words of dark, depraved fiction—some for publication, some as commissions, and some to share online or simply for my own enjoyment.

Some dark kinks I love to write: >!Hanging/nooseplay. Beheading. Drowning. Bagging. Impalement. Strangulation.  Electrocution. Suffocation. Fatal beatings. Crucifixion. Executions of all kinds. Breast torture. Castration (female and male). Amputations. Brainfucking and eyefucking. Cannibalism and vore. Extreme torture. Defeated superheroes/superheroines. Abusive dynamics (physical and psychological). Necro. Sexual slavery. Brain destruction. Interrogation (my personal favorite!).!<

This is not a complete list by any means! If you’re interested in something you don’t see here, just ask.

Some selected samples:

• Fan favorite: A Good Kitty Hangs
• A personal favorite: Cleaning Up the Streets
• Most recent: The Beach Tease

Read more sample stories here, and reviews from satisfied customers here.

Pricing: $0.05/word. 1000-word minimum, no maximum. I take half the payment upfront, half when the story is finished.

My process: You message me with a story idea. I ask you clarifying questions if necessary, and once I’m sure it’s something I can do, I send you a payment link for the initial deposit. Then we’ll chat about your kinks, your limits, and your story idea until I’m satisfied that we’re on the same page. If you need help fleshing out your ideas, I’m also happy to do extensive brainstorming once you’ve paid the initial deposit. You’ll get your story in a week or less, depending on story length and how many commissions are ahead of yours. (If I’m booked out further, I’ll let you know ahead of time.) If you want updates or snippets as I write, please ask!

How my commission slots work: I schedule based on total word count across all commissions rather than number of stories. I’m currently available for a total of up to 17,000 words. I’m always open for more if you’re willing to wait longer than a week, and always open for long-term multi-chapter projects.

You’ll find I’m very friendly and easy to talk to, despite the dark themes I write (or maybe because of it—I know I’ve found that the people who are into the darkest stuff are generally the nicest people in real life). I’ve worked with people who are afraid their ideas are too extreme, I’ve worked with people who are worried their ideas are too tame for me. Either way, I don’t judge. I just want to make sure you have a good experience.

I will not write: Underage content. Real living people who haven’t agreed to be in the story.

Message me here on Reddit, or on Discord at 3amTales.

Anyone can write your kink, but can they truly understand it? You want someone who knows what you want… and why. Someone who knows what little details will make your heart beat faster, and the exact buttons to push to drive you wild.

My specialty is dark and extreme kinks. My writing lives at the intersection of sex and violence: noncon, gore, and snuff. It’s what I write because it’s what I love. Desire and darkness are inseparable for me: the panic of the struggle, the humiliation of defeat, the delicious gasp of a final breath…

Is that you, too? Then you’ve found a kindred spirit in me.

Or are you interested in dipping your toes into the darkness for the first time? Let me introduce you to all the tantalizing delights you’ve been afraid to explore. I can be gentle… or not. You won’t be the first person I’ve corrupted… and I know from experience that you’ll never be the same.

So what exactly do I write?

Snuff—my personal favorite. I can make it your favorite too, if you’ll let me. Consensual or not, gentle or brutal, sweet or nasty, I can write it all.

Noncon. The thrill of the chase, the rush of claiming unwilling prey, the delicious helplessness of being taken against your will...

Gore. I’m not the least bit squeamish. Whatever twisted ideas you have, I can match them with my own. So go ahead, tell me what nightmares make your pulse pound.

Humiliation. Degradation. Dehumanization.

Sexual slavery—willing or not.

BDSM of the “don’t try this at home” variety.

Raceplay, political play, and other taboo dynamics.

Twisted unhealthy relationships. Abuse, physical and psychological. Mind games.

Alternate endings to your favorite show or game, where the hero is defeated and the villain savors their victory in delicious detail.

Beasts, monsters, inhuman nightmares.

Forbidden queer fantasies. Misgendering, homophobia/transphobia, forced orientation play. Written by someone who is part of the community and knows there are itches that soft and fluffy queer smut just can’t scratch.

Want a taste? Check out my sample stories here, and reviews from satisfied customers here.

I won’t write underage. I won’t write about real people who haven’t consented to be in the story, including celebrities. I will write anything else.

$0.05/word, 1000-word minimum. No maximum. I can pack a lot of heat into a couple thousand words. I’ve also written 200,000-word twisted horny epics.

Interested? Message me here on Reddit, or on Discord at 3amTales.

Hello, Reddit! I’m your resident expert in all things dark, taboo, and extreme—noncon, gore, snuff, and other delicious things. I’ve been writing for more than 30 years, and at this point I’ve written several million words of dark, depraved fiction—some for publication, some as commissions, and some to share online or simply for my own enjoyment.

Some dark kinks I love to write: >!Hanging/nooseplay. Beheading. Drowning. Bagging. Impalement. Strangulation.  Electrocution. Suffocation. Fatal beatings. Crucifixion. Executions of all kinds. Breast torture. Castration (female and male). Amputations. Brainfucking and eyefucking. Cannibalism and vore. Extreme torture. Defeated superheroes/superheroines. Abusive dynamics (physical and psychological). Necro. Sexual slavery. Brain destruction. Interrogation (my personal favorite!).!<

This is not a complete list by any means! If you’re interested in something you don’t see here, just ask.

Some selected samples:

• Fan favorite: A Good Kitty Hangs
• A personal favorite: Cleaning Up the Streets
• Most recent: The Beach Tease

Read more sample stories here, and reviews from satisfied customers here.

Pricing: $0.05/word. 1000-word minimum, no maximum. I take half the payment upfront, half when the story is finished.

My process: You message me with a story idea. I ask you clarifying questions if necessary, and once I’m sure it’s something I can do, I send you a payment link for the initial deposit. Then we’ll chat about your kinks, your limits, and your story idea until I’m satisfied that we’re on the same page. If you need help fleshing out your ideas, I’m also happy to do extensive brainstorming once you’ve paid the initial deposit. You’ll get your story in a week or less, depending on story length and how many commissions are ahead of yours. (If I’m booked out further, I’ll let you know ahead of time.) If you want updates or snippets as I write, please ask!

How my commission slots work: I schedule based on total word count across all commissions rather than number of stories. I’m currently available for a total of up to 15,000 words. I’m always open for more if you’re willing to wait longer than a week, and always open for long-term multi-chapter projects.

You’ll find I’m very friendly and easy to talk to, despite the dark themes I write (or maybe because of it—I know I’ve found that the people who are into the darkest stuff are generally the nicest people in real life). I’ve worked with people who are afraid their ideas are too extreme, I’ve worked with people who are worried their ideas are too tame for me. Either way, I don’t judge. I just want to make sure you have a good experience.

I will not write: Underage content. Real living people who haven’t agreed to be in the story.

Message me here on Reddit, or on Discord at 3amTales.

Anyone can write your kink, but can they truly understand it? You want someone who knows what you want… and why. Someone who knows what little details will make your heart beat faster, and the exact buttons to push to drive you wild.

My specialty is dark and extreme kinks. My writing lives at the intersection of sex and violence: noncon, gore, and snuff. It’s what I write because it’s what I love. Desire and darkness are inseparable for me: the panic of the struggle, the humiliation of defeat, the delicious gasp of a final breath…

Is that you, too? Then you’ve found a kindred spirit in me.

Or are you interested in dipping your toes into the darkness for the first time? Let me introduce you to all the tantalizing delights you’ve been afraid to explore. I can be gentle… or not. You won’t be the first person I’ve corrupted… and I know from experience that you’ll never be the same.

So what exactly do I write?

Snuff—my personal favorite. I can make it your favorite too, if you’ll let me. Consensual or not, gentle or brutal, sweet or nasty, I can write it all.

Noncon. The thrill of the chase, the rush of claiming unwilling prey, the delicious helplessness of being taken against your will...

Gore. I’m not the least bit squeamish. Whatever twisted ideas you have, I can match them with my own. So go ahead, tell me what nightmares make your pulse pound.

Humiliation. Degradation. Dehumanization.

Sexual slavery—willing or not.

BDSM of the “don’t try this at home” variety.

Raceplay, political play, and other taboo dynamics.

Twisted unhealthy relationships. Abuse, physical and psychological. Mind games.

Alternate endings to your favorite show or game, where the hero is defeated and the villain savors their victory in delicious detail.

Beasts, monsters, inhuman nightmares.

Forbidden queer fantasies. Misgendering, homophobia/transphobia, forced orientation play. Written by someone who is part of the community and knows there are itches that soft and fluffy queer smut just can’t scratch.

Want a taste? Check out my sample stories here, and reviews from satisfied customers here.

I won’t write underage. I won’t write about real people who haven’t consented to be in the story, including celebrities. I will write anything else.

$0.05/word, 1000-word minimum. No maximum. I can pack a lot of heat into a couple thousand words. I’ve also written 200,000-word twisted horny epics.

Interested? Message me here on Reddit, or on Discord at 3amTales.

Hello, Reddit! I’m your resident expert in all things dark, taboo, and extreme—noncon, gore, snuff, and other delicious things. I’ve been writing for more than 30 years, and at this point I’ve written several million words of dark, depraved fiction—some for publication, some as commissions, and some to share online or simply for my own enjoyment.

Some dark kinks I love to write: >!Hanging/nooseplay. Beheading. Drowning. Bagging. Impalement. Strangulation.  Electrocution. Suffocation. Fatal beatings. Crucifixion. Executions of all kinds. Breast torture. Castration (female and male). Amputations. Brainfucking and eyefucking. Cannibalism and vore. Extreme torture. Defeated superheroes/superheroines. Abusive dynamics (physical and psychological). Necro. Sexual slavery. Brain destruction. Interrogation (my personal favorite!).!<

This is not a complete list by any means! If you’re interested in something you don’t see here, just ask.

Some selected samples:

• Fan favorite: A Good Kitty Hangs
• A personal favorite: Cleaning Up the Streets
• Most recent: The Beach Tease

Read more sample stories here, and reviews from satisfied customers here.

Pricing: $0.05/word. 1000-word minimum, no maximum. I take half the payment upfront, half when the story is finished.

My process: You message me with a story idea. I ask you clarifying questions if necessary, and once I’m sure it’s something I can do, I send you a payment link for the initial deposit. Then we’ll chat about your kinks, your limits, and your story idea until I’m satisfied that we’re on the same page. If you need help fleshing out your ideas, I’m also happy to do extensive brainstorming once you’ve paid the initial deposit. You’ll get your story in a week or less, depending on story length and how many commissions are ahead of yours. (If I’m booked out further, I’ll let you know ahead of time.) If you want updates or snippets as I write, please ask!

How my commission slots work: I schedule based on total word count across all commissions rather than number of stories. I’m currently available for a total of up to 10,000 words. I’m always open for more if you’re willing to wait longer than a week, and always open for long-term multi-chapter projects.

You’ll find I’m very friendly and easy to talk to, despite the dark themes I write (or maybe because of it—I know I’ve found that the people who are into the darkest stuff are generally the nicest people in real life). I’ve worked with people who are afraid their ideas are too extreme, I’ve worked with people who are worried their ideas are too tame for me. Either way, I don’t judge. I just want to make sure you have a good experience.

I will not write: Underage content. Real living people who haven’t agreed to be in the story.

Message me here on Reddit, or on Discord at 3amTales.

Anyone can write your kink, but can they truly understand it? You want someone who knows what you want… and why. Someone who knows what little details will make your heart beat faster, and the exact buttons to push to drive you wild.

My specialty is dark and extreme kinks. My writing lives at the intersection of sex and violence: noncon, gore, and snuff. It’s what I write because it’s what I love. Desire and darkness are inseparable for me: the panic of the struggle, the humiliation of defeat, the delicious gasp of a final breath…

Is that you, too? Then you’ve found a kindred spirit in me.

Or are you interested in dipping your toes into the darkness for the first time? Let me introduce you to all the tantalizing delights you’ve been afraid to explore. I can be gentle… or not. You won’t be the first person I’ve corrupted… and I know from experience that you’ll never be the same.

So what exactly do I write?

Snuff—my personal favorite. I can make it your favorite too, if you’ll let me. Consensual or not, gentle or brutal, sweet or nasty, I can write it all.

Noncon. The thrill of the chase, the rush of claiming unwilling prey, the delicious helplessness of being taken against your will...

Gore. I’m not the least bit squeamish. Whatever twisted ideas you have, I can match them with my own. So go ahead, tell me what nightmares make your pulse pound.

Humiliation. Degradation. Dehumanization.

Sexual slavery—willing or not.

BDSM of the “don’t try this at home” variety.

Raceplay, political play, and other taboo dynamics.

Twisted unhealthy relationships. Abuse, physical and psychological. Mind games.

Alternate endings to your favorite show or game, where the hero is defeated and the villain savors their victory in delicious detail.

Beasts, monsters, inhuman nightmares.

Forbidden queer fantasies. Misgendering, homophobia/transphobia, forced orientation play. Written by someone who is part of the community and knows there are itches that soft and fluffy queer smut just can’t scratch.

Want a taste? Check out my sample stories here, and reviews from satisfied customers here.

I won’t write underage. I won’t write about real people who haven’t consented to be in the story, including celebrities. I will write anything else.

$0.05/word, 1000-word minimum. No maximum. I can pack a lot of heat into a couple thousand words. I’ve also written 200,000-word twisted horny epics.

Interested? Message me here on Reddit, or on Discord at 3amTales.

Pete woke slowly, his skin warmed by the unfamiliar light pouring through the window. Where was he? Right—the beach house. He let his eyes drift shut again, trying to let the sound of the sea outside the window carry him back into his dreams.

But he didn’t really want to go back to sleep—not when he had a glorious day of vacation ahead of him. He opened his eyes and gazed out the window at the shimmering sand, and the unnaturally blue water beyond. But the ocean wasn’t the most beautiful sight the view had to offer. Tori was already out on the beach, getting an early start on her sunbathing. She wore a white string bikini that covered only what it needed to cover, showing off her athletic body as she shifted on her beach chair to let the sun kiss her from a different angle.

He looked away—it was strange to see so much of Tori when he hardly knew her at all. Strange… but far from unpleasant. He found his eyes drawn back toward the window again. There was no harm in looking, right? Not when she was out there showing herself off. Yes, it was a private beach, but she had to know anyone in the house could see her.

Tori was his wife Amanda’s old friend from college. They had kept in touch over the years, mainly by phone, which meant that while the two of them were still close, Pete had barely ever even met her. But when she had invited the two of them out to her vacation home on a private beach for a week, well, it wasn’t as if he was going to turn down a free vacation. While Tori and Amanda caught up, he would enjoy the sand and the water. Although he didn’t plan to let Tori have Amanda all to herself.

Speaking of Amanda… was she awake yet? He reached across the bed, slipping his hand under the covers to cup her breast. He stroked her bare skin, teasing her nipple until it stirred to life. He had practically forgotten how silky-smooth her skin felt, and how warm she ran, like she had a fire burning under her skin all the time. They had barely touched each other in… how long had it been now? But now they had a week to themselves—or almost to themselves.

She groaned and stretched before opening her eyes with a frown. “I was sleeping,” she complained, her voice slow and thick.

“I know,” he said, “but we’ve got better things to do than sleep, don’t you think?” He ran his hand down her belly as he spoke, then let his fingers drift lower, to the neatly trimmed patch of hair between her legs. “Tori is out getting some sun. That means we’re alone in the house. We’ve got the morning to ourselves. Do you really want to spend it sleeping?”

He slipped his hand between her legs and pressed one finger inside her. He knew exactly the way she liked to be touched. But instead of closing her eyes in bliss the way he hoped, she looked at him with narrowed eyes, like she was considering his offer. “All right,” she finally said, “but make it quick. I want to get in some shopping today.”

He pulled his hand back. “I thought this vacation was about us spending some quality time together,” he said. “Otherwise you might as well have just come alone.”

“I thought you wanted to spend time on the beach.”

“I do,” he said, “but I also want to spend time with you. How long has it been?” He sighed. “Forget it.” His lazy good mood evaporated, replaced by a restless frustration zinging along his nerves. This hadn’t been how he had expected the morning to go.

“You’re right,” said Amanda, her voice softening. “I’m sorry.” She smiled at him. “I do want us to spend some time together this week. I miss you.” She shifted onto her back, parting her legs under the covers. “I bet you miss me too. Do you want to show me how much?”

That was more like it. He pulled the covers aside and settled himself onto her body. As she let out a soft sigh of anticipation, he slid into her with the ease of long practice. He knew exactly how their bodies fit together. There were no surprises between them anymore.

He looked down at her, brushing a lock of hair away from her cheek, and tried to recapture that brief excitement he had felt when his hand had slid along her breast as she slept. But the feeling was gone. He moved inside her mechanically, going through the motions despite his initial enthusiasm. As he looked into her eyes, all he could feel was boredom. He was bored with her.

No wonder they had barely touched each other in months… or had it been years by now? This was about as exciting as it ever got between them in bed. He had suggested changing things up, trying new things, but she never so much as wanted to experiment with a new position. That was part of why he had been looking forward to spending some time with her on this vacation. Maybe the new setting would make things feel fresh and exciting again… or even inspire her to be a bit more adventurous. But he could already tell it was going to be the same as ever.

He studied her face and tried to remember everything about her that had drawn him to her at the beginning. But the only feeling that broke through his boredom as she pulled him against her was disdain. While he had planned to use this vacation to reignite their passion, she had been thinking about shopping. Was that really the most exciting thing she could think of to do? Go out and spend a bunch of money? Had she always been that shallow?

His eyes found the window again. The beach. Tori. Her eyes were closed, her hands laced behind her head. Her body glistened with sweat as the sun warmed her. He imagined sliding his hand under that tiny bikini top, stroking her nipple to life the way he had done to Amanda’s a few minutes ago. Would her skin feel as smooth as Amanda’s? Would her body feel as warm? Would her nipple stiffen under his fingers, her body betraying her excitement as her eyes met his, silently expressing her craving for more?

He sped up inside Amanda. As she gave a theatrical moan—probably faking it—it was Tori’s throaty voice he heard instead. It was Tori’s body he saw underneath him, Tori’s taut muscles, her bronzed skin. He clamped his lips shut to avoid calling Tori’s name as he came, shooting his seed deep into his wife’s waiting body while she tried to act like she was enjoying this.

He collapsed on top of her, out of breath. She laughed softly in his ear. “Wow,” she said. “You got so excited there. I guess taking a vacation agrees with you.”

“I guess it does,” he said, determined not to look out the window and betray where his thoughts had really been. He hoped she didn’t notice the open window, which—he belatedly realized—would have given anyone outside a perfect view of what they had been doing. It was a good thing Tori didn’t seem to have any interest in watching the house, although he found himself surprisingly disappointed that she hadn’t looked over and seen them. That her eyes hadn’t met his, watching him as he watched her, wanting him like he wanted her, her hand slipping between his legs…

He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of it before Amanda noticed his distraction. But she was no longer looking at him at all as she wriggled out from under him and climbed out of bed. “I’m heading out,” she said, grabbing a pair of pants and pulling them on.

“What, already?” He remembered when they used to spend half the weekend cuddling in bed after long, lazy morning sex, working up the energy to go for another round. But as he watched her fasten her bra, mostly what he felt was relief. It would have been nice if she had shown a little more interest, but he wasn’t interested in a second round. It wasn’t like the first round had been all that great.

“I want to get in as much shopping as I can before lunch,” Amanda explained before rushing out the bedroom door without so much as looking over her shoulder at him. He rolled his eyes as he watched her go. That showed where her priorities were, all right. Between a morning in bed with him and a morning at the shops, she had made her choice. Well, good riddance to her, if she thought that little of him. Now he just had to figure out what he was going to do with the first full day of his vacation.

He lay in bed a little longer, enjoying the feeling of having nothing to do and nowhere to be. His eyes kept drifting back to the window. He told himself he was admiring the view, but he knew what he was really admiring. Or rather, who.

But he couldn’t deny that the water looked enticing, and there was no sense coming all the way to the beach if he wasn’t going to enjoy it. He pushed himself out of bed with a groan, pulled his swim trunks on, and padded outside. A short stone path led down to the beach. He closed his eyes and breathed in the crisp salt air.

When he opened them again, Tori was watching him. Their eyes met, and he had a flash of him in bed on top of his wife, thinking about her the whole time. He forced himself not to look away—that would only make him look guiltier. Lucky for him, there was nothing on Tori’s face to betray that she knew what he was thinking.

“Are you going in the water?” she called to him.

He walked down the path and crossed the sand to Tori’s beach chair. “Maybe,” he said with a shrug. “If it’s not too cold.”

“The water is perfect,” Tori assured him. “But so is the sun. It’s so hard to choose when they’re both calling to me.” She stretched, revealing the subtle definition of her abs. Her bikini top shifted precariously with the movement until he thought it might slide right off. No such luck—her nipples remained hidden, although everything else was on full display. Did she realize how much she was showing to her friend’s husband—a man she barely knew?

If she did, she didn’t seem the slightest bit self-conscious about it. “Where’s Amanda?” she asked.

“Out shopping.” He couldn’t suppress another roll of his eyes. “She wanted to get an early start.”

“Well, I’m glad one of you decided to come out and enjoy the beach,” said Tori. “It’s too beautiful to keep to myself.”

“Thank you for inviting us,” he said, just for something to say while he did his best to avoid looking at her body. She wasn’t making it easy. She shifted again, her thighs parting slightly, showing a hint of slightly paler skin underneath her tiny bikini bottom. Where he would have expected to see soft fuzz, he instead saw sleek, smooth skin. Had she waxed everything for this trip? But why do that unless she expected someone besides her to see it?

“I can’t believe Amanda is missing out on beach time,” said Tori. “At least the two of us know how to relax.” She yawned, stretching her arms over her head, shifting her top all over again. Didn’t she know how close she was coming to giving him more of a view than she expected to give him?

Or… maybe that was the point. She wouldn’t keep stretching like that in front of him unless there was a reason, would she? Who really had to stretch that often? Maybe she could tell how hard it was for him to keep from looking at her. After all, he wasn’t exactly being subtle about it, no matter how hard he tried not to ogle her. Maybe she liked the attention. Maybe teasing him with all her stretching and her subtle movements was her way of having a little vacation fun.

And maybe… just maybe… she was hoping for a different kind of fun with him.

As he tried to suppress the thought—of course his wife’s friend wasn’t thinking of him like that!—she smiled up at him, her expression strangely shy all of a sudden. “I know we don’t know each other all that well,” she said. Her eyes darted away, then came back to him. “So I don’t know just how open-minded you are.”

He tried, and failed, to fight back all the images her words evoked. “What do you mean?” he asked, hoping he didn’t sound too intimidated… or too eager.

“I don’t want to do anything that will make you uncomfortable,” she said. “But… well… one advantage of a private beach is being able to sunbathe away from prying eyes. I like to tan all over, without any ugly tan lines.”

He didn’t understand—and then, as she played with one of her shoulder straps, all of a sudden he did. He felt his face flush as she continued, “Would it make you feel awkward if I took all this off?”

The flush spread down his neck to the rest of his body—centering on his cock, which was starting to swell under his trunks. He angled himself away and prayed she hadn’t seen. Except that was the reaction she was going for, wasn’t it? It had to be. No one just randomly asked a man she barely knew if she could get naked in front of him. She was coming on to him.

Which meant the right answer was obvious. He had to say no… no matter how badly he wanted to see the rest of her. For Amanda’s sake, it was the right thing to do.

He opened his mouth to tell her not to do it. But what came out was, “It’s fine.” He listened to his own words as if they had come from outside himself. What was he doing?

“That’s a relief,” said Tori, seeming oblivious to his inner conflict. “Some people get so uptight about that kind of thing.” She reached behind her neck to unknot the bikini straps. His breathing stuttered. He tried to make himself look away—even if she didn’t mean anything by this, which seemed unlikely, he didn’t want to look like some kind of creep—but his gaze remained locked on her chest.

Now was the time to stop her. But he stayed silent as the bikini top slid away as if in slow motion. She undid the second knot, and the fabric fell to her lap, where she took hold of it by one string and tossed it carelessly to the sand. “That’s so much better,” she said, not seeming concerned in the least by the way he was staring at her exposed nipples. They were thick and swollen, as hard as they would have been on a cold day despite the heat of the sun. They looked like two juicy berries. What would they feel like against his tongue? His mouth watered.

She began to unknot the bottoms. Was she really going to bare everything in front of him? Apparently the answer was yes. She tossed the rest of the bikini aside as casually as she had disposed of the top. He had been right—she really was completely bare underneath, her pussy lips smooth and glistening. She slid one leg sideways off the beach chair to rest on the sand, parting her legs further and giving him a better view of what lay between them. Her pussy lips parted subtly to reveal the pinkness hidden between.

That removed any doubts he might have had. She had to be doing this on purpose. She was coming on to him—and not subtly. And Amanda had said she had wanted to get a lot of shopping in. That meant there was plenty of time before she got back. Plenty of time to…

No! What was he thinking? No matter how lackluster things had gotten between him and Amanda, he had never considered cheating on her. Let alone with her close friend. But what was he supposed to do, just ignore the naked woman practically throwing herself at him? Maybe he could have, if Amanda had been a bit more attentive this morning. The thought made a little of his guilt fade. Really, he was only out here with Tori in the first place because of Amanda. Because she had been in such a hurry to rush out, to get away from him. Because she had been so uninterested in putting in more than a cursory effort in bed that his eyes had drifted out the window and found Tori.

Amanda was clearly not interested in him that way anymore. And if Tori was interested… well, was there really a harm in taking what she was so freely offering? Did he really have to live like a monk just because he had put a ring on his wife’s finger years ago, back when he had actually enjoyed fucking her?

Before he could talk himself out of it, he leaned down over Tori’s beach chair and brought his lips to hers.

She jerked back. When he opened his eyes, she was staring up at him in shock. “What the hell?”

He straightened up, his cheeks flushing all over again, and not from arousal this time. “I thought…”

“You thought what? That because I wanted to enjoy a little sun, I was making myself available to any man who happened to be around?” Her eyes flashed with anger. “You’re married to one of my best friends! How could you do this to her?”

How had he misread her signals so badly? But there had been so little ambiguity. She had clearly wanted him to look at her body. She had flaunted herself to him at every turn. “Why would you go out of your way to show yourself off if you weren’t trying to say you were interested in more than sunbathing?”

She rolled her eyes at him. “I didn’t know you were so self-centered that you thought everything was about you. I guess Amanda never mentioned that.”

It was the eye-roll that did it. That and the undisguised contempt in her voice. His embarrassment burned away under the sudden heat of his anger. The rage boiled in his belly, then sank lower, his already hard cock swelling painfully. He wanted to fuck that superior look right out of her eyes.

He grabbed her by the arm. Just like that, the look of contempt disappeared, replaced by sudden fear. “You know what I think?” he asked. “I think you were having fun teasing me. I think you like seeing the effect you have on men. I think you didn’t understand that sometimes actions have consequences.”

She shook her head. Her tanned face was suddenly pale, her breathing ragged. “That’s not… I never meant…”

“I think you owe me an apology for toying with me like that,” he said. “Get on your knees.”

Her eyes went wide. Her gaze darted to the unmistakable bulge in his swim trunks. “For both our sakes—for Amanda’s sake—let’s just forget this ever happened.”

“Funny you should mention Amanda,” he said. “I’m sure she’d be interested to her about you getting naked out here in front of her husband. I’ll tell you what—if you get on your knees for me and apologize properly, I won’t breathe a word to her. It will be our little secret. Otherwise, well, I’m just going to have to tell her you tried to seduce me.”

“She wouldn’t believe it,” said Tori. “She knows me better than that.”

“Oh, really?” He raised his eyebrows. “So she won’t think you’re the type of woman to lounge out on the beach in a tiny bikini when you know someone else’s husband will be watching?”

She swallowed hard. A second later, she eased herself off the beach chair, lowering herself onto her knees. The sight of her kneeling before him, staring up at him in fear as her rock-hard nipples jutted out toward him, made his cock throb. He hastily stepped out of his trunks. The sight of his cock sharpened the fear in her eyes.

“Open up,” he ordered her. “And make it good, if you don’t want Amanda knowing what you were doing out here.”

She parted her lips and wrapped her hand around his shaft to guide him into her mouth. Her small fingers were soft on his skin. He let out a small sigh as his cock slipped into her mouth and her warm wetness enveloped him.

She closed her eyes, like she was reluctant to look at him while she did what she had to do. She started moving her head back and forth on him, her face creased in clear disgust. It was obvious she was just trying to get this over with.

“Better than that,” he snapped. “You know how to suck a cock, don’t you? And look at me while you do it. You have such pretty eyes—I want to see them. You can close them when I come all over your face.”

She pulled back to circle her tongue around his swollen cockhead, teasing his slit until she drew a gasp from him. Then she took him back into her mouth, one slow inch at a time, until he ached with the need to grab her by the hair and force her down onto him. She explored his shaft with her tongue as she took him deeper, and when he was as deep as he could get, her tongue flicked out to lick his sensitive ballsack. His cock hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t gag.

“That’s more like it,” he said. “You’re more than just a tease, aren’t you? You clearly know what you’re doing. So it’s just me you didn’t want, is that it?” His voice sharpened, and so did the fear in her eyes. That fear was delicious—almost better than what she was doing to his cock.

But the look on her face was still all wrong. She was putting more effort into sucking him now, but she was still doing it with grim determination, waiting for it to be over. She was probably trying to get him off quicker just so she could be done. It was like Amanda all over again, parting her legs for him because she felt obligated, faking an orgasm so he would get off and let her get to her shopping.

He grabbed the back of her head in both hands and slammed his cock into her mouth, striking the back of her throat again, this time hard enough to bruise. His cock filled her throat, swallowing her strangled cry. Now she gagged around him, choking, trying to wriggle free. He only held her down harder, tightening his fingers around her hair.

He moved her viciously up and down on him, no longer giving her the chance to show off her skills. He didn’t want that anymore. He wanted her to know he was in control. When he felt his balls tighten, he pulled out of her mouth, holding her head in place with one hand as he stroked himself with the other. She closed her eyes just in time as his cum splattered over her face. It dripped down her forehead and caught in her eyelids before dribbling past her parted lips.

He let go of her, but she didn’t move. She looked up at him like she was waiting for his permission to get off her knees—such a change from Amanda rushing off as soon as he was done with her. The sight of her arrogant face painted in his cum made him wish he had a camera to capture the sight. It would be hard for her to look at him with contempt now that his seed was dripping into her mouth.

She raised a hand to her cheek to wipe it away, but he shook his head. “Leave it,” he snapped. Her hand dropped back to her side.

He smiled at her. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asked. “All you had to do was give me what you promised.” All her attention was still on him. She had done what he had asked, but he found himself reluctant to end the moment. He didn’t want to turn his back on her attention just yet. Not when it had been so long since Amanda had focused on him so intently.

“Thanks,” he said. “You were great. It’s clear you’ve sucked more than a few cocks in your time.” He motioned her back down to the chair. “Well? Go on—relax. Don’t change your plans on my account.”

Her legs trembled visibly as she pushed herself to her feet. She reached for her discarded bikini, but he shook his head. “You wanted to sunbathe in the nude,” he reminded her. “Far be it from me to spoil that for you.” He picked up the scraps of fabric lying in the sand before she could reach them, and tossed them away, out of reach.

She followed the bikini with her eyes. With a nervous glance up at him, she sank back onto the chair. Her carefree attitude was gone. Her body was a single tense line, and her eyes never left him.

“I was watching you out here earlier, you know,” he said. “While I was in bed with Amanda. What do you think of that?” He kept going before she could answer. “It’s clear you’re comfortable with your body. You like being out here wearing nothing, or practically nothing. Do you ever come out here and touch yourself?” He let his eyes travel down her body, lingering between her thighs, which she kept clamped together. “I bet you do. When you’re staying here alone, with no one around to see, what’s going to stop you?”

She didn’t answer. “Well?” he pressed. “I asked you a question. Do you ever touch yourself out here on the beach? Do you ever make yourself come?”

She shook her head. “No.” Her voice shook. There was no trace of contempt in her tone now.

“Oh, come on,” he said. “You don’t have to be shy. Not when you’re lying there with my cum dripping down your face.”

She flinched at his words. Again, her hand came up as if to wipe away what he had left on her. But at a warning look from him, she dropped it back down to her side.

“Show me,” he told her. “Show me what you do out here when no one is watching.” He stepped back with one foot and leaned back, crossing his arms. “You can just pretend I’m not here.”

“I gave you what you wanted,” she said. “Can’t we just forget this happened?”

“You were putting on quite the show for me earlier,” he said. “I want to see the rest. Go on—I’m sure you know what to do.”

With clear reluctance, she slid a hand down her belly and between her legs. She parted her thighs just enough to let her fingers pass between them. Her jaw was tight, her lips a thin line.

“I’m sure you enjoy it more than that when you’re alone,” he said. “Enjoy yourself. Just pretend I’m not even here.” He smiled. “But how about spreading those legs a bit so I can watch the show?”

She parted her legs slowly, like she was struggling to wrench them apart. Her fingers slid down lower, parting her pussy lips, gliding between them. An audible breath passed between his lips as she slid a finger into herself. Despite his instruction to pretend he wasn’t there, her eyes kept jumping to him as her thumb found her clit and rubbed it in slow circles.

“Are you feeling turned on yet?” he asked her. He certainly was—his cock was already starting to get hard again. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been ready to go again so soon after coming.

“Who are you thinking about?” he pressed when she didn’t answer him. “Are you thinking about me? Were you thinking about me when you chose that bikini today? You had to know I would see you in it. Were you thinking about me when you came out here so early to sunbathe? Did you know I would be watching you from the window?”

He swung one leg over the beach chair and straddled her, pushing her hand out of the way. She let out a sharp gasp and tried to shove him back. He grabbed her wrist and wrenched it over her head. “I don’t think you’re in any position to do that,” he said. “Do you?”

She tried to shake him off, wriggling back and forth. The smooth skin of her belly brushed against his balls, making his erection swell further. He pushed her thighs wider apart and took hold of his cock, preparing to guide it into her waiting pussy.

She let out a soft whimpering noise of fear that made him want to slam his cock inside her right then and there. “Go ahead and tell Amanda,” she said. “I don’t care anymore. Just don’t do this.”

“Oh, so you’ll give up your mouth with barely a fight, but not your pussy, huh?” He brushed his cock head up and down on her pussy lips, teasing her. Her smooth lips felt so good against him, so soft, so warm. “What’s so special about that pussy? Let’s find out.”

She opened her mouth to protest. Before she could get another word out, he thrust into her with a groan. She was so tight around him—so different from Amanda. As her body enclosed him, he felt ready to come right then and there. But he wanted to savor this. He grabbed her other wrist and held them both above her head as he entered her slowly.

“I guess you were right,” he said. “This pussy really is something special.” He kept sliding into her with agonizing slowness until he was fully buried inside her. He stayed where he was, enjoying the feeling of her body squeezing his like she was trying to either force him out or pull him deeper. Tears ran down her face, mingling with his cum.

He started moving inside her again, thrusting into her slowly at first, then speeding up as the feeling of her warmth around him took away his control. Was it her pussy itself that made this so good, or was it the way she was trying in vain to force him off her as he held her down? He had never suspected he would find it so satisfying to render a woman helpless, to trap her under him with the weight of his body, to take what he wanted from her whether she liked it or not. Maybe it wasn’t entirely Amanda’s fault that their sex life had gone stale. Maybe he had needed this all along, and never known it.

He bent his head down to suck on one of Tori’s nipples. They felt just as good in his mouth as he had thought they would, hard and warm from the sun. He grazed the sensitive nub with his teeth and drank in the small sound of pain and fear she made.

He wanted to hear it again. He pulled his head back and took her nipple between his fingers, squeezing until she cried out. Then he squeezed some more, pinching the flesh under his fingertips, compressing it until a harsh scream leapt from her throat.

He laughed. “That’s another advantage to a private beach. We can do whatever we want out here and no one will hear us.” He sped up inside her, slamming into her until her body shook against the beach chair with every thrust. She moaned in pain, and he imagined bruises blooming inside her, a hidden reminder for her to carry with her about why it was a bad idea to tease a man she barely knew.

Her pussy tightened around him as he cries of pain rang through the air. “You’re going to make me come,” he groaned in her ear.

She tensed under him, eyes widening, fear overcoming her pain. “Not inside me,” she gasped. “Please—I’m not on birth control.”

The thought of her belly swelling with his baby almost sent him over the edge. What would she do if she found herself pregnant with his child, unable to hide the evidence of how carelessly she had toyed with him on the beach? “Maybe you should have thought of that sooner,” he said. “What is Amanda going to think when she finds out you’re going to have my baby?”

She bucked under him, trying one more time to throw him off. He only settled his weight deeper onto her, pressing her into the chair. She let out a shuddering sob that shook her whole body. “Please don’t,” she begged. “Please don’t get me pregnant.”

As much as he wanted to do it, he knew he couldn’t risk getting his wife’s friend pregnant. “It’s your lucky day,” he said, pulling out of her with a sigh. “You get to walk away with no consequences. I hope you thank me when we’re done.” He released her wrists and stood, one foot planted to each side of the chair, his cock hard and throbbing and aching for her body. “Turn over,” he ordered her.

She stared up at him like she didn’t understand. “It’s a simple request,” he said. “Turn over. Unless you want me to put a baby inside you after all.”

That was enough to make her obey. She scrambled to turn herself onto her belly, her arms trembling with the effort. As soon as she did, he settled himself onto her again, guiding his cock between her ass cheeks. “Just remember,” he said, “at least I’m not getting you pregnant.”

“No—” was all she had time to gasp out before he forced himself into her ass. Her unprepared body gave way to him, and she let out a scream of pain louder and more desperate than anything he had drawn from her throat before. She shook uncontrollably as he forced himself deeper. She kept screaming, thrashing under him, her tears of pain wetting the chair under her cum-smeared cheeks.

He had never known anything could feel this good. Her pain, her fear, the way her ass clenched to try to keep him out as he stretched her open—it soothed his anger and fed it at the same time, making him thrust harder into her, wanting more of that beautiful fear and pain. It didn’t matter anymore that Amanda had been so eager to get their morning rendezvous over with and get away from him. It didn’t matter that Tori had taunted him with her body and then tried to get away with not giving him what she had promised. None of it mattered, because Tori was his now, whether she liked it or not. He didn’t have to care whether she wanted it, or whether it hurt. If it hurt, so much the better—it meant she would remember him, and think twice before teasing someone again.

With a groan, he buried his cock fully in her ass. As the last inch of him sank into her, he felt her tear open. She let out a choked scream as her blood leaked out around his cock. He had never thought of himself as someone who would enjoy hurting anyone, but the sight of that blood, the sound of that scream, was too much for him. His cock pulsed, and then he was flooding her guts with his seed, filling her resistant passage with him as he let her pained shudders squeeze him dry.

He pulled out of her ass with a sigh of satisfaction. She stayed where she was, legs parted obscenely, her shoulders shaking with her sobs. He slapped her hard on her ass. “Stop crying,” he said. “Be grateful I came in your ass instead of knocking you up. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

She didn’t move. She simply lay there sobbing, as if he had fucked the fight right out of her. Her blood dripped slowly down from her ass along her thighs and down to the beach chair. She didn’t react to it. She didn’t try to get up. Her only movement was the shuddering of her shoulders as she cried, facedown on the chair, defeated.

He gazed down at her, thoroughly satisfied. She was like a work of art—one he’d had a hand in creating. The lines of her body, which he had so enjoyed admiring from the bedroom window this morning, were so much more beautiful now that he had claimed her for his own. More than that—he had defeated her. He had destroyed her arrogant attitude, the contempt in her eyes, that little teasing smile of hers. He had shown her that every inch of that glorious body was his now.

But as he watched her, his satisfaction turned to curdled feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t regret what he had done—how could he, when it had given him something he hadn’t even known he was missing? Even the best sex he had ever had with Amanda paled in comparison to how he had felt feeling Tori buck and writhe under him as her screams filled his ears. But that was the problem—Amanda. As much as he wanted to think he and Tori could keep this a secret between the two of them, he knew better.

Tori had told him she didn’t care if he told his wife as long as he kept his cock out of her precious pussy. He hadn’t listened, of course. But if she had meant what she said, if she truly didn’t care anymore, that meant there was a good chance Tori would tell Amanda herself.

He slapped Tori’s cheek lightly. It was barely a pat, but she flinched back as if he had punched her. He rolled his eyes at her, enjoying being the one looking down on her instead of the other way around. “Oh, don’t be a baby,” he said. “I could hurt you a lot worse, and you know it.” He smiled as his words made her shudder. “I need to know something,” he continued. “Are you going to run to Amanda about this?”

Tori shook her head. “No.” Her voice was barely audible. “No, I won’t tell, I promise.”

But her eyes darted away from her as she said it. He didn’t believe her. And even if Tori didn’t tell, Amanda would still know just from looking at her. Even if Tori tried to hide it, Amanda would see that something was wrong. He had broken Tori too thoroughly—they wouldn’t be able to be in the same room together without Amanda noticing that something was off between them. And they were here in Tori’s beach house for the entire week—it wasn’t as if he would be able to avoid her the whole time.

No, he was going to have to find a different solution to this problem.

“Get up,” he ordered her.

She flinched all over again at the sound of his voice, but didn’t move.

“I said get your lazy ass out of that chair.” He grabbed her by the arm and hauled her up, tossing her down onto the sand. “Get into the water,” he said, pointing at the ocean waves. “Wash yourself off. Otherwise Tori will know right away that something happened. She’ll smell me on you. She’ll know her best friend is nothing but a whore who slept with her husband the first chance she got, and you don’t want that, do you?”

Tori tried to stand up. She cried out in pain and fell to the sand again. He grabbed her arm again and hauled her up, half-leading and half-dragging her to the water’s edge. He forced her into the waves with him until the water came up to her waist. She let out a yelp of pain as the salt water made contact with her ripped-open ass, and tried to pull away, but he tightened his hand around her arm until he could see fresh bruises forming.

“Well, go on,” he said. “What are you waiting for? Clean the stink off yourself. You don’t want Amanda knowing what you’ve been doing.”

With a sob, Tori scrubbed between her legs with her free hand. She almost looked like she was pleasuring herself. He felt himself starting to get hard all over again at the sight.

“Good job,” he told her. “Too bad it won’t help. Because you’re going to tell her anyway, aren’t you?”

She shook her head. “I won’t,” she whispered. “I won’t say a word.”

“You’re right,” he said. “You won’t.” He released her arm, only to wrap both his hands around her shoulders. Before she could react, he forced her down under the surface of the water.

She fought, but too late. Her head was already submerged. He let go of her shoulders to fist his hands in her hair, pressing her head down as hard as he could. She hadn’t even had a chance to draw in a deep breath. Bubbles left her mouth and rose to the surface, the remnants of whatever small amount of air she had carried under the water with her.

She fought harder than she ever had when he was fucking her. She must have been a lot more motivated to save her life than she was to save what little virtue she had possessed. Not that it would help her. No matter how much fight she had in her, he was still stronger than her. He shoved her head deeper under the surface, refusing to react as her flailing hands struck his arms. All he had to do was hold out—the fight would leave her soon enough.

The bubbles stopped. Then came a massive shudder through her body as her lungs sucked in air, her body’s need to breathe overcoming her efforts to keep her lungs closed. She shuddered under his hands, coughing and gagging, the sounds muted as they filtered up to him through the water.

Her hands gave a few more weak twitches, then floated loosely in the water. One final shudder ripped through her body, and then she went still. Her head sank lower as he was suddenly able to push her down as far as he wanted with no resistance. He watched her for another moment to make sure she wasn’t faking, then let her go. She bobbed up to the surface, where she lay facedown, her hair fanned out around her head like a halo.

He flipped her over to look her in the eyes. They were empty and unfocused now, all the contempt gone for good, and all the fear too. She had been so alive such a short time ago, first showing off for him in the sun, then struggling in vain under him as he claimed her. Now she was nothing. He had done that.

That had been so much more satisfying than a lackluster fuck with Amanda.

He wondered briefly how to dispose of the body, before deciding it would be less suspicious to leave her where she was, the victim of a tragic drowning accident. It was bound to happen—especially to someone as overconfident as her.

And if Amanda got suspicious… well, then he would just have to do something about her before she shared those suspicions with anyone else. He smiled at the thought. Maybe he would give her a reason to suspect something… just so he would have an excuse to see whether fucking her was more fun while he was holding her head underwater.

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Raceplay, political play, and other taboo dynamics.

Twisted unhealthy relationships. Abuse, physical and psychological. Mind games.

Alternate endings to your favorite show or game, where the hero is defeated and the villain savors their victory in delicious detail.

Beasts, monsters, inhuman nightmares.

Forbidden queer fantasies. Misgendering, homophobia/transphobia, forced orientation play. Written by someone who is part of the community and knows there are itches that soft and fluffy queer smut just can’t scratch.

Want a taste? Check out my sample stories here, and reviews from satisfied customers here.

I won’t write underage. I won’t write about real people who haven’t consented to be in the story, including celebrities. I will write anything else.

$0.05/word, 1000-word minimum. No maximum. I can pack a lot of heat into a couple thousand words. I’ve also written 200,000-word twisted horny epics.

Interested? Message me here on Reddit, or on Discord at 3amTales.

Hello, Reddit! I’m your resident expert in all things dark, taboo, and extreme—noncon, gore, snuff, and other delicious things. I’ve been writing for more than 30 years, and at this point I’ve written several million words of dark, depraved fiction—some for publication, some as commissions, and some to share online or simply for my own enjoyment.

Some dark kinks I love to write: >!Hanging/nooseplay. Beheading. Drowning. Bagging. Impalement. Strangulation.  Electrocution. Suffocation. Fatal beatings. Crucifixion. Executions of all kinds. Breast torture. Castration (female and male). Amputations. Brainfucking and eyefucking. Cannibalism and vore. Extreme torture. Defeated superheroes/superheroines. Abusive dynamics (physical and psychological). Necro. Sexual slavery. Brain destruction. Interrogation (my personal favorite!).!<

This is not a complete list by any means! If you’re interested in something you don’t see here, just ask.

Some selected samples:

• Fan favorite: A Good Kitty Hangs
• A personal favorite: Cleaning Up the Streets
• Most recent: One Last Goodbye

Read more sample stories here, and reviews from satisfied customers here.

Pricing: $0.05/word. 1000-word minimum, no maximum. I take half the payment upfront, half when the story is finished.

My process: You message me with a story idea. I ask you clarifying questions if necessary, and once I’m sure it’s something I can do, I send you a payment link for the initial deposit. Then we’ll chat about your kinks, your limits, and your story idea until I’m satisfied that we’re on the same page. If you need help fleshing out your ideas, I’m also happy to do extensive brainstorming once you’ve paid the initial deposit. You’ll get your story in a week or less, depending on story length and how many commissions are ahead of yours. (If I’m booked out further, I’ll let you know ahead of time.) If you want updates or snippets as I write, please ask!

How my commission slots work: I schedule based on total word count across all commissions rather than number of stories. I’m currently available for a total of up to 20,000 words. I’m always open for more if you’re willing to wait longer than a week, and always open for long-term multi-chapter projects.

You’ll find I’m very friendly and easy to talk to, despite the dark themes I write (or maybe because of it—I know I’ve found that the people who are into the darkest stuff are generally the nicest people in real life). I’ve worked with people who are afraid their ideas are too extreme, I’ve worked with people who are worried their ideas are too tame for me. Either way, I don’t judge. I just want to make sure you have a good experience.

I will not write: Underage content. Real living people who haven’t agreed to be in the story.

Message me here on Reddit, or on Discord at 3amTales.

Anyone can write your kink, but can they truly understand it? You want someone who knows what you want… and why. Someone who knows what little details will make your heart beat faster, and the exact buttons to push to drive you wild.

My specialty is dark and extreme kinks. My writing lives at the intersection of sex and violence: noncon, gore, and snuff. It’s what I write because it’s what I love. Desire and darkness are inseparable for me: the panic of the struggle, the humiliation of defeat, the delicious gasp of a final breath…

Is that you, too? Then you’ve found a kindred spirit in me.

Or are you interested in dipping your toes into the darkness for the first time? Let me introduce you to all the tantalizing delights you’ve been afraid to explore. I can be gentle… or not. You won’t be the first person I’ve corrupted… and I know from experience that you’ll never be the same.

So what exactly do I write?

Snuff—my personal favorite. I can make it your favorite too, if you’ll let me. Consensual or not, gentle or brutal, sweet or nasty, I can write it all.

Noncon. The thrill of the chase, the rush of claiming unwilling prey, the delicious helplessness of being taken against your will...

Gore. I’m not the least bit squeamish. Whatever twisted ideas you have, I can match them with my own. So go ahead, tell me what nightmares make your pulse pound.

Humiliation. Degradation. Dehumanization.

Sexual slavery—willing or not.

BDSM of the “don’t try this at home” variety.

Raceplay, political play, and other taboo dynamics.

Twisted unhealthy relationships. Abuse, physical and psychological. Mind games.

Alternate endings to your favorite show or game, where the hero is defeated and the villain savors their victory in delicious detail.

Beasts, monsters, inhuman nightmares.

Forbidden queer fantasies. Misgendering, homophobia/transphobia, forced orientation play. Written by someone who is part of the community and knows there are itches that soft and fluffy queer smut just can’t scratch.

Want a taste? Check out my sample stories here, and reviews from satisfied customers here.

I won’t write underage. I won’t write about real people who haven’t consented to be in the story, including celebrities. I will write anything else.

$0.05/word, 1000-word minimum. No maximum. I can pack a lot of heat into a couple thousand words. I’ve also written 200,000-word twisted horny epics.

Interested? Message me here on Reddit, or on Discord at 3amTales.

Hello, Reddit! I’m your resident expert in all things dark, taboo, and extreme—noncon, gore, snuff, and other delicious things. I’ve been writing for more than 30 years, and at this point I’ve written several million words of dark, depraved fiction—some for publication, some as commissions, and some to share online or simply for my own enjoyment.

Some dark kinks I love to write: >!Hanging/nooseplay. Beheading. Drowning. Bagging. Impalement. Strangulation.  Electrocution. Suffocation. Fatal beatings. Crucifixion. Executions of all kinds. Breast torture. Castration (female and male). Amputations. Brainfucking and eyefucking. Cannibalism and vore. Extreme torture. Defeated superheroes/superheroines. Abusive dynamics (physical and psychological). Necro. Sexual slavery. Brain destruction. Interrogation (my personal favorite!).!<

This is not a complete list by any means! If you’re interested in something you don’t see here, just ask.

Some selected samples:

• Fan favorite: A Good Kitty Hangs
• A personal favorite: Cleaning Up the Streets
• Most recent: One Last Goodbye

Read more sample stories here, and reviews from satisfied customers here.

Pricing: $0.05/word. 1000-word minimum, no maximum. I take half the payment upfront, half when the story is finished.

My process: You message me with a story idea. I ask you clarifying questions if necessary, and once I’m sure it’s something I can do, I send you a payment link for the initial deposit. Then we’ll chat about your kinks, your limits, and your story idea until I’m satisfied that we’re on the same page. If you need help fleshing out your ideas, I’m also happy to do extensive brainstorming once you’ve paid the initial deposit. You’ll get your story in a week or less, depending on story length and how many commissions are ahead of yours. (If I’m booked out further, I’ll let you know ahead of time.) If you want updates or snippets as I write, please ask!

How my commission slots work: I schedule based on total word count across all commissions rather than number of stories. I’m currently available for a total of up to 20,000 words. I’m always open for more if you’re willing to wait longer than a week, and always open for long-term multi-chapter projects.

You’ll find I’m very friendly and easy to talk to, despite the dark themes I write (or maybe because of it—I know I’ve found that the people who are into the darkest stuff are generally the nicest people in real life). I’ve worked with people who are afraid their ideas are too extreme, I’ve worked with people who are worried their ideas are too tame for me. Either way, I don’t judge. I just want to make sure you have a good experience.

I will not write: Underage content. Real living people who haven’t agreed to be in the story.

Message me here on Reddit, or on Discord at 3amTales.

Anyone can write your kink, but can they truly understand it? You want someone who knows what you want… and why. Someone who knows what little details will make your heart beat faster, and the exact buttons to push to drive you wild.

My specialty is dark and extreme kinks. My writing lives at the intersection of sex and violence: noncon, gore, and snuff. It’s what I write because it’s what I love. Desire and darkness are inseparable for me: the panic of the struggle, the humiliation of defeat, the delicious gasp of a final breath…

Is that you, too? Then you’ve found a kindred spirit in me.

Or are you interested in dipping your toes into the darkness for the first time? Let me introduce you to all the tantalizing delights you’ve been afraid to explore. I can be gentle… or not. You won’t be the first person I’ve corrupted… and I know from experience that you’ll never be the same.

So what exactly do I write?

Snuff—my personal favorite. I can make it your favorite too, if you’ll let me. Consensual or not, gentle or brutal, sweet or nasty, I can write it all.

Noncon. The thrill of the chase, the rush of claiming unwilling prey, the delicious helplessness of being taken against your will...

Gore. I’m not the least bit squeamish. Whatever twisted ideas you have, I can match them with my own. So go ahead, tell me what nightmares make your pulse pound.

Humiliation. Degradation. Dehumanization.

Sexual slavery—willing or not.

BDSM of the “don’t try this at home” variety.

Raceplay, political play, and other taboo dynamics.

Twisted unhealthy relationships. Abuse, physical and psychological. Mind games.

Alternate endings to your favorite show or game, where the hero is defeated and the villain savors their victory in delicious detail.

Beasts, monsters, inhuman nightmares.

Forbidden queer fantasies. Misgendering, homophobia/transphobia, forced orientation play. Written by someone who is part of the community and knows there are itches that soft and fluffy queer smut just can’t scratch.

Want a taste? Check out my sample stories here, and reviews from satisfied customers here.

I won’t write underage. I won’t write about real people who haven’t consented to be in the story, including celebrities. I will write anything else.

$0.05/word, 1000-word minimum. No maximum. I can pack a lot of heat into a couple thousand words. I’ve also written 200,000-word twisted horny epics.

Interested? Message me here on Reddit, or on Discord at 3amTales.

Hello, Reddit! I’m your resident expert in all things dark, taboo, and extreme—noncon, gore, snuff, and other delicious things. I’ve been writing for more than 30 years, and at this point I’ve written several million words of dark, depraved fiction—some for publication, some as commissions, and some to share online or simply for my own enjoyment.

Some dark kinks I love to write: >!Hanging/nooseplay. Beheading. Drowning. Bagging. Impalement. Strangulation.  Electrocution. Suffocation. Fatal beatings. Crucifixion. Executions of all kinds. Breast torture. Castration (female and male). Amputations. Brainfucking and eyefucking. Cannibalism and vore. Extreme torture. Defeated superheroes/superheroines. Abusive dynamics (physical and psychological). Necro. Sexual slavery. Brain destruction. Interrogation (my personal favorite!).!<

This is not a complete list by any means! If you’re interested in something you don’t see here, just ask.

Some selected samples:

• Fan favorite: A Good Kitty Hangs
• A personal favorite: Cleaning Up the Streets
• Most recent: One Last Goodbye

Read more sample stories here, and reviews from satisfied customers here.

Pricing: $0.05/word. 1000-word minimum, no maximum. I take half the payment upfront, half when the story is finished.

My process: You message me with a story idea. I ask you clarifying questions if necessary, and once I’m sure it’s something I can do, I send you a payment link for the initial deposit. Then we’ll chat about your kinks, your limits, and your story idea until I’m satisfied that we’re on the same page. If you need help fleshing out your ideas, I’m also happy to do extensive brainstorming once you’ve paid the initial deposit. You’ll get your story in a week or less, depending on story length and how many commissions are ahead of yours. (If I’m booked out further, I’ll let you know ahead of time.) If you want updates or snippets as I write, please ask!

How my commission slots work: I schedule based on total word count across all commissions rather than number of stories. I’m currently available for a total of up to 21,000 words. I’m always open for more if you’re willing to wait longer than a week, and always open for long-term multi-chapter projects.

You’ll find I’m very friendly and easy to talk to, despite the dark themes I write (or maybe because of it—I know I’ve found that the people who are into the darkest stuff are generally the nicest people in real life). I’ve worked with people who are afraid their ideas are too extreme, I’ve worked with people who are worried their ideas are too tame for me. Either way, I don’t judge. I just want to make sure you have a good experience.

I will not write: Underage content. Real living people who haven’t agreed to be in the story.

Message me here on Reddit, or on Discord at 3amTales.

Anyone can write your kink, but can they truly understand it? You want someone who knows what you want… and why. Someone who knows what little details will make your heart beat faster, and the exact buttons to push to drive you wild.

My specialty is dark and extreme kinks. My writing lives at the intersection of sex and violence: noncon, gore, and snuff. It’s what I write because it’s what I love. Desire and darkness are inseparable for me: the panic of the struggle, the humiliation of defeat, the delicious gasp of a final breath…

Is that you, too? Then you’ve found a kindred spirit in me.

Or are you interested in dipping your toes into the darkness for the first time? Let me introduce you to all the tantalizing delights you’ve been afraid to explore. I can be gentle… or not. You won’t be the first person I’ve corrupted… and I know from experience that you’ll never be the same.

So what exactly do I write?

Snuff—my personal favorite. I can make it your favorite too, if you’ll let me. Consensual or not, gentle or brutal, sweet or nasty, I can write it all.

Noncon. The thrill of the chase, the rush of claiming unwilling prey, the delicious helplessness of being taken against your will...

Gore. I’m not the least bit squeamish. Whatever twisted ideas you have, I can match them with my own. So go ahead, tell me what nightmares make your pulse pound.

Humiliation. Degradation. Dehumanization.

Sexual slavery—willing or not.

BDSM of the “don’t try this at home” variety.

Raceplay, political play, and other taboo dynamics.

Twisted unhealthy relationships. Abuse, physical and psychological. Mind games.

Alternate endings to your favorite show or game, where the hero is defeated and the villain savors their victory in delicious detail.

Beasts, monsters, inhuman nightmares.

Forbidden queer fantasies. Misgendering, homophobia/transphobia, forced orientation play. Written by someone who is part of the community and knows there are itches that soft and fluffy queer smut just can’t scratch.

Want a taste? Check out my sample stories here, and reviews from satisfied customers here.

I won’t write underage. I won’t write about real people who haven’t consented to be in the story, including celebrities. I will write anything else.

$0.05/word, 1000-word minimum. No maximum. I can pack a lot of heat into a couple thousand words. I’ve also written 200,000-word twisted horny epics.

Interested? Message me here on Reddit, or on Discord at 3amTales.

Hello, Reddit! I’m your resident expert in all things dark, taboo, and extreme—noncon, gore, snuff, and other delicious things. I’ve been writing for more than 30 years, and at this point I’ve written several million words of dark, depraved fiction—some for publication, some as commissions, and some to share online or simply for my own enjoyment.

Some dark kinks I love to write: >!Hanging/nooseplay. Beheading. Drowning. Bagging. Impalement. Strangulation.  Electrocution. Suffocation. Fatal beatings. Crucifixion. Executions of all kinds. Breast torture. Castration (female and male). Amputations. Brainfucking and eyefucking. Cannibalism and vore. Extreme torture. Defeated superheroes/superheroines. Abusive dynamics (physical and psychological). Necro. Sexual slavery. Brain destruction. Interrogation (my personal favorite!).!<

This is not a complete list by any means! If you’re interested in something you don’t see here, just ask.

Some selected samples:

• Fan favorite: A Good Kitty Hangs
• A personal favorite: Cleaning Up the Streets
• Most recent: One Last Goodbye

Read more sample stories here, and reviews from satisfied customers here.

Pricing: $0.05/word. 1000-word minimum, no maximum. I take half the payment upfront, half when the story is finished.

My process: You message me with a story idea. I ask you clarifying questions if necessary, and once I’m sure it’s something I can do, I send you a payment link for the initial deposit. Then we’ll chat about your kinks, your limits, and your story idea until I’m satisfied that we’re on the same page. If you need help fleshing out your ideas, I’m also happy to do extensive brainstorming once you’ve paid the initial deposit. You’ll get your story in a week or less, depending on story length and how many commissions are ahead of yours. (If I’m booked out further, I’ll let you know ahead of time.) If you want updates or snippets as I write, please ask!

How my commission slots work: I schedule based on total word count across all commissions rather than number of stories. I’m currently available for a total of up to 15,000 words. I’m always open for more if you’re willing to wait longer than a week, and always open for long-term multi-chapter projects.

You’ll find I’m very friendly and easy to talk to, despite the dark themes I write (or maybe because of it—I know I’ve found that the people who are into the darkest stuff are generally the nicest people in real life). I’ve worked with people who are afraid their ideas are too extreme, I’ve worked with people who are worried their ideas are too tame for me. Either way, I don’t judge. I just want to make sure you have a good experience.

I will not write: Underage content. Real living people who haven’t agreed to be in the story.

Message me here on Reddit, or on Discord at 3amTales.

Anyone can write your kink, but can they truly understand it? You want someone who knows what you want… and why. Someone who knows what little details will make your heart beat faster, and the exact buttons to push to drive you wild.

My specialty is dark and extreme kinks. My writing lives at the intersection of sex and violence: noncon, gore, and snuff. It’s what I write because it’s what I love. Desire and darkness are inseparable for me: the panic of the struggle, the humiliation of defeat, the delicious gasp of a final breath…

Is that you, too? Then you’ve found a kindred spirit in me.

Or are you interested in dipping your toes into the darkness for the first time? Let me introduce you to all the tantalizing delights you’ve been afraid to explore. I can be gentle… or not. You won’t be the first person I’ve corrupted… and I know from experience that you’ll never be the same.

So what exactly do I write?

Snuff—my personal favorite. I can make it your favorite too, if you’ll let me. Consensual or not, gentle or brutal, sweet or nasty, I can write it all.

Noncon. The thrill of the chase, the rush of claiming unwilling prey, the delicious helplessness of being taken against your will...

Gore. I’m not the least bit squeamish. Whatever twisted ideas you have, I can match them with my own. So go ahead, tell me what nightmares make your pulse pound.

Humiliation. Degradation. Dehumanization.

Sexual slavery—willing or not.

BDSM of the “don’t try this at home” variety.

Raceplay, political play, and other taboo dynamics.

Twisted unhealthy relationships. Abuse, physical and psychological. Mind games.

Alternate endings to your favorite show or game, where the hero is defeated and the villain savors their victory in delicious detail.

Beasts, monsters, inhuman nightmares.

Forbidden queer fantasies. Misgendering, homophobia/transphobia, forced orientation play. Written by someone who is part of the community and knows there are itches that soft and fluffy queer smut just can’t scratch.

Want a taste? Check out my sample stories here, and reviews from satisfied customers here.

I won’t write underage. I won’t write about real people who haven’t consented to be in the story, including celebrities. I will write anything else.

$0.05/word, 1000-word minimum. No maximum. I can pack a lot of heat into a couple thousand words. I’ve also written 200,000-word twisted horny epics.

Interested? Message me here on Reddit, or on Discord at 3amTales.

Hello, Reddit! I’m your resident expert in all things dark, taboo, and extreme—noncon, gore, snuff, and other delicious things. I’ve been writing for more than 30 years, and at this point I’ve written several million words of dark, depraved fiction—some for publication, some as commissions, and some to share online or simply for my own enjoyment.

Some dark kinks I love to write: >!Hanging/nooseplay. Beheading. Drowning. Bagging. Impalement. Strangulation.  Electrocution. Suffocation. Fatal beatings. Crucifixion. Executions of all kinds. Breast torture. Castration (female and male). Amputations. Brainfucking and eyefucking. Cannibalism and vore. Extreme torture. Defeated superheroes/superheroines. Abusive dynamics (physical and psychological). Necro. Sexual slavery. Brain destruction. Interrogation (my personal favorite!).!<

This is not a complete list by any means! If you’re interested in something you don’t see here, just ask.

Some selected samples:

• Fan favorite: A Good Kitty Hangs
• A personal favorite: Cleaning Up the Streets
• Most recent: One Last Goodbye

Read more sample stories here, and reviews from satisfied customers here.

Pricing: $0.05/word. 1000-word minimum, no maximum. I take half the payment upfront, half when the story is finished.

My process: You message me with a story idea. I ask you clarifying questions if necessary, and once I’m sure it’s something I can do, I send you a payment link for the initial deposit. Then we’ll chat about your kinks, your limits, and your story idea until I’m satisfied that we’re on the same page. If you need help fleshing out your ideas, I’m also happy to do extensive brainstorming once you’ve paid the initial deposit. You’ll get your story in a week or less, depending on story length and how many commissions are ahead of yours. (If I’m booked out further, I’ll let you know ahead of time.) If you want updates or snippets as I write, please ask!

How my commission slots work: I schedule based on total word count across all commissions rather than number of stories. I’m currently available for a total of up to 9,000 words. I’m always open for more if you’re willing to wait longer than a week, and always open for long-term multi-chapter projects.

You’ll find I’m very friendly and easy to talk to, despite the dark themes I write (or maybe because of it—I know I’ve found that the people who are into the darkest stuff are generally the nicest people in real life). I’ve worked with people who are afraid their ideas are too extreme, I’ve worked with people who are worried their ideas are too tame for me. Either way, I don’t judge. I just want to make sure you have a good experience.

I will not write: Underage content. Real living people who haven’t agreed to be in the story.

Message me here on Reddit, or on Discord at 3amTales.