The Weekend Part 2: Hesitation – An Erotic Fiction (F/m) (Introduction to Kink)

*Looking to continue finding out what happens in that cabin. This story was written by a friend of mine, Mistress Vi, about the process of revealing you are kinky – the thoughts, the fears, and the partnership. She does a great job walking the reader through the tensions in those moment.*

They’d talked all through lunch and in the afternoon. Well, to be honest, Nicky had done a lot of the talking. Maria had listened and asked questions where she could. In the span of a few hours, she’d found herself thrust into a new world of bondage and leather and god only knows what else. It was terrifying.

But Nicky? He was there with her, the rock in her sea of nerves, fear, and hesitation. And she knew she could do this for him. She just – didn’t know how to begin.

The afternoon sun was warm through the windows as they were unpacking their bags and the bright light was deceiving. It was so much easier to be daring in the dark.

“Maria,” Nicky said in the silence that stretched between them. He’d finished with his bag, stowing it under the bed. “I’m serious, if this makes you uncomfortable, we can just forget it for now-”

The Falling – A semi-erotic story (F/m) (power exchange in the day-to-day)(romantic)

*A story about incorporating and feeling power exchange in simple actions.*

It was one of those late summer days, even in the afternoon there was still just a touch of coolness in the air, like it wouldn’t be long now before the signs of fall started showing up. The sky shown a brilliant shade of blue, and with the gorgeous sunshine streaming in the window, I couldn’t help but smile. I could hear you upstairs, moving about and getting ready for the day, the sound of water running and the light hum of some music moving hanging in the air, but I had other things on my mind, the sunshine and a chance to spend the rest of the day with you in it, or at the very least in the shade of it.

The Lecture: An Erotic Story (F/m) (Teacher/Student)

“We’ve made God a man because it reinforces – in both overt and subtle ways – the male-dominated hierarchy that we have constructed in our societies.

Perhaps the assignment of a gender or sex to God is simply that we associate maleness with power in many of our societies and because God is the most powerful, he must be male. I’m sure you can all see the logical fallacy in that reasoning.

A person has to wonder: for a being who is omnipotent and omniscient and who apparently doesn’t have a partner, what need would they have for a sex or gender? If his sex/maleness, is biological, are we saying that God is biological? And if he isn’t biological and it is just the imposition of a gender over a non-biological entity, what possible purpose could that serve?

Class dismissed.”

As he packed up his lecture notes he reflected. It had gone well. Perhaps his best class on this particular subject. A few students acknowledged him as they went by and he returned their greetings. Notes organized, classroom empty, he turned to leave.

“Professor Stevens.”

The Weekend- Part 1: An Erotic Fiction (F/m) (Femdom) (Introduction)

Dominick pulled up the long driveway and shifted the car into park. His heart was beating a mile a minute as he looked up through the windshield at the lake house. There were a lot of memories here, both good and bad. He could only hope he wasn’t about to add to the painful ones.

“Oh, this place looks great, Nicky,” Maria said, as she uncurled from the passenger seat. She’d slept most of the drive through the mountains, and he was okay with that. He’d been too deep into his thoughts and trying to figure out what to say when they got into the house. This weekend getaway would either make or break their relationship and honestly, Dominick didn’t know which.

“How’d you find this place again?”

“I’ve stayed here before. An old friend of mine owns and rents it out.” Dominick opened his door and walked around the car to Maria’s door. She’d already opened it by the time he’d gotten there, but he didn’t mind. He closed it for her and took her hand into his, hoping she wouldn’t notice how nervous he was.

“Come on, let me show you the inside.”

You’re like coming home: An erotic story of emotional surrender (F/m) (Femdom)

As I walk through the door, I’m surprised to already find you there, still dressed in charcoal grey suit pants and a white blouse. I pause for a moment and take in the sight of you. For some reason just that feeling, the ability to look at you and just breath in the moment feels unequivocally good. I know some time passes, but I’m unaware of just how much. It feels like only a moment, but the mischievous grin on your lips and the amused looked on your face seems to imply it maybe was just a bit too long. “You are completely silly…. and adorable.” The words soft, but with a slight conflict to the tone of them, like you want me to ask some follow-up question, but I just can’t quite feel what it could be.

“I just missed you that’s all, is it really so bad that I want to see you, just really see you for a few moments at the end of the day?” a hesitant, but thoughtful reply. The truth is always the easiest and, in this case, rather easy so why not stick to it?

You’re like coming home: An erotic story of emotional surrender

As I walk through the door, I’m surprised to already find you there, still dressed in charcoal grey suit pants and a white blouse. I pause for a moment and take in the sight of you. For some reason just that feeling, the ability to look at you and just breath in the moment feels unequivocally good. I know some time passes, but I’m unaware of just how much. It feels like only a moment, but the mischievous grin on your lips and the amused looked on your face seems to imply it maybe was just a bit too long. “You are completely silly…. and adorable.” The words soft, but with a slight conflict to the tone of them, like you want me to ask some follow-up question, but I just can’t quite feel what it could be.

“I just missed you that’s all, is it really so bad that I want to see you, just really see you for a few moments at the end of the day?” a hesitant, but thoughtful reply. The truth is always the easiest and, in this case, rather easy so why not stick to it?

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