In Need of a Christmas Gift? Why Not Some Smut? [Requests Open] [Commissions]

Hey Reader!

It’s me again! It’s been a while since I’ve been able to really post anything. November was a dog of a month, and I wore myself out before it even started. But I’m back again, and I’m opening my commissions box for the month of December!

That’s right! All month, you can send me a request to write a scene of your choosing, providing it follows the following rules:

– You give me a description of the person(s) or character(s) you want in the scene

– You tell me what sort of smut the scene should involve (the only things I will not write for smut are scat, noncon, and dubcon)

– The Person(s) or Character(s) are 18 or older

– IF it is based on a real person, I would prefer you have their expressed consent that I write the piece. Nothing personal, it’s just a little uncomfortable for me to write scenes involving real people if they’re not aware of it. If you have it though, feel free to send whatever pics or reference material you feel would help me get a sense for them.

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An Early Christmas Present [MMF] [Hotwife] [Cuckold] [NTR] [Face-Fucking] [Freeuse] [Fiction] [Kinktober]

“Did you let Bruce know about the plan?”

“Yup. He’ll be ready for you when we get there.”

“Did you let the kids know we’d be coming home for Christmas?”

Marion didn’t like how her husband fell silent. It was enough to tell her that, once again, Laurence had completely forgotten an important detail of their plans.

“Honey,” She said, crossing her arms. “Did you or did you not tell the kids we were coming?”

“It. . . MIGHT have slipped my mind.”

“Laurence!”

“I was thinking about other things!”

Marion groaned. Laurence was a good husband, she dared to think he was actually a good father. But a good memory, he certainly lacked. While none of their kids who still lived in Terry Creek mentioned Christmas plans, that didn’t mean there weren’t any. Hopefully their decision to visit wouldn’t prove an inconvenience.

“I’m sorry, honey,” Laurence said, his voice lowered to a mumble. “I just. . . I got so excited for everything, I didn’t even think about it.”

Writing erotic fiction on request!

Hey reader!

Have you read the fiction I’ve published on this account and thought to yourself:

“boy howdy, I would love to have Beau write something for me.”

Well, first, that’s very sweet of you! I’m glad you enjoy my writing enough to consider requesting something.

You’re also in luck! I’m currently taking commissions for my erotic fiction. And they’re free!

Why? Well, I like to get some practice writing in before I write a chapter for my own fiction or short story, so I’m always writing the best that I can. And I thought it might be good to open that practice up to writing scenes for upload.

So, if you’re interested in requesting a scene from me, here’s some things to keep in mind:

– Message me on Wattpad or Reddit

– Name the character(s) (the current limit is two) who you want appearing in the scene. You can find my characters at this link: [https://www.wattpad.com/story/280117354-deliciously-indulgent-employees](https://www.wattpad.com/story/280117354-deliciously-indulgent-employees)

Laila’s Training, Chapter Three: Caiman’s Teacher [Oral] [MF] [Mm] [D/s]

“Caiman? Helloooo? You okay?”

Caiman was pulled from his thoughts by Dharia’s concerned tone. His mind had drifted back to everything that had happened a few hours before. Thoughts of Laila tied to her bed, helpless against his desires. What exactly those desires were and how to carry them out, however, remained to be seen.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” He mumbled.

The concern traveled from Dharia’s voice to her eyes, and Caiman got the feeling that wouldn’t be enough to shake her off. Warm brown eyes, serene and comforting like their mother’s, looked him up and down a few times.

“Uh huh. C’mon, man, you can tell me. Or I’ll just bug you until you do.”

He sighed. Telling her wasn’t so tough in theory. Of all his siblings, he’d always been the most comfortable around Dharia. But this was a new step for him in every way, not just talking about it. If Laila had been sitting there with them, it might’ve been a little easier.

*Meaning she could’ve done all the talking,* He scolded himself.

Laila’s Training, Chapter Two: The Arrangement [Mf][Dom/sub][Dirty Talk][Setup Chapter][Hypnosis]

An hour later, the two sat in silence on opposite ends of Laila’s bed. Not looking at one another aside from an occasional glance, and not saying a word. Neither had changed or re-dressed. The cum had long since dried, leaving smeared stains across clothes and skin alike.

Caiman was at a loss. Every time he could think of anything to say, the words froze in his throat. Just looking at her after that had become a strenuous task. Granted, part of that could’ve been from the lack of clothes. With every glance, his eyes were called to shift elsewhere. The temptation to let them linger on those places was powerful, and he caught himself from staring too long at her softened length on multiple occasions. Not something easily done.

He’d not touched her at all during the impromptu nap. Even on the few occasions he attempted to wriggle out from under her. Attempts that were ended when Laila wrapped her arms around his chest.
Of course, that didn’t change anything. Laila had rushed off him the minute she woke up, probably from the memory of what happened to make her pass out. She’d climbed onto the bed, but didn’t tell him to leave. As a result, Caiman had gotten up too. His spot was a good distance away from Laila, well out of arm’s reach for either of them.

John’s Day Out, Part 2 [MM] [Oral] [Anal] [Fiction]

He was right, of course. While it’s what he would’ve preferred, John wasn’t sure he could’ve made it through a night of drinks and talking. Not in a bar like this. His eyes locked with the stranger’s.

“Could even make you a drink when we get there, if you want~” The stranger offered. “Sound good~?”

It really did. Maybe a night with this stranger would help clear his head. He could pass by Marcia without thinking of what it would be like to pin her against the nearest flat surface.

“Sure.”

He just wished that could’ve sounded a little more confident. Not that it seemed to matter to this young man, given the wicked grin he wore.

“Then why wait~? Let’s go!”

For someone so small, he had a firm grip. John was tugged along by this stranger, out of the bar and a ways down the street. Until they came to an apartment building, and not a cheap looking one at that.

“Francois,” His stranger said to the bellhop out front. “I’ll be having a guest for a few hours. Don’t let anyone up, okay?”

John’s Day Out, Part One [MM] [Oral] [Anal] [Fiction]

He missed his bed.

John knew his own bed, traveled every contour of its surface in nights of restless sleep. His head remembered the pillows, their softness worn away from years of use. His body felt for the mattress, the divots it had created as he often fell in after a tough day of work. Not even the sheets, with holes from which stuffing creeped which he’d been too lazy to fix, were missing. Replaced by a bed that had never been slept in. The warmth of these sheets, and the mattress’ soft surface beneath his back, were nice amenities to be sure. For a moment, he even considered going back to sleep. But, a promise WAS a promise. And when Marcia had already been so kind, doing this little thing wouldn’t hurt.

Forcing himself to wake up, John shoved the covers aside. Even in just the single night, staying with his neighbor was the most sleep he’d gotten in weeks. He’d even done so in pajamas, mostly to avoid uncomfortable situations in the middle of the night. Thankfully his wardrobe was 90% sweatpants, so finding something to put on had been no trouble at least. He’d put on a shirt as well, though something told him that would be less of an issue. Odds were, she wouldn’t be interested in his chubby stomach and hairy chest.

Laila’s Training, Chapter One: Discovery [MF][Dubcon][Hypnosis][First Post]

There was no greater blessing this time of year than a short shift. With Christmas just a couple weeks away, every shop in town was filled with customers from open to close, leaving empty shelves and huge messes in their wake. An ache had settled into Caiman’s back from stooping to pick up discarded shopping items. The bottom of his jeans were ruined with soapy water from all the mopping. And if he never had to hear “Wonderful Christmastime” ever again in his life, it would be too soon.
Still, he was on the way home, now. And with tomorrow being his day off, he could go home for a well deserved nap, and probably sleep through most of the next day. There was nowhere he had to go, and nothing needed cleaning. The only thing that would keep him from sleeping would be his roommates. This was the time of year where their time together was limited. Everyone in the house had jobs to go to, some had family to see by the time Christmas arrived. The only person he knew would be there was Laila.