FuckMeOnAWhim, Author at NSFW story

[MF] My work-wife

Tammy and I were sent “to keep the lights on” for our company when the last big hurricane hit the east coast. The company sent us to a town just east of Chattanooga. We live fairly close together, so we decided to carpool it, because it’s a long drive, and also because I have 4-wheel-drive in case it was needed.

Tammy is our customer service director. She’s early-thirties, bright natural red hair, the nervous kind of shy that goes away after a drink or two. She’s a nerd who is afraid to be seen as a nerd, and tries *so* hard to be “basic” even though it doesn’t suit her at all. She fails miserably at it, which is one of the things always found cute about her. Also, she’s genuinely one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet.

If you’ve ever heard the phrase “The driving rain,” this was that. By the time we finally headed west, water was hitting my windshield so hard that I suspect I’d have gone backwards if I put it in neutral. We managed to stay an hour or so ahead of the worst of the storm, although there were times where it was all I could do to see a few feet to the hazards on the driver ahead of me. It was a long, slow, painful road to Chattanooga made less painful by the excellent, chatty, and occasionally musical company of Tammy. Read more »

Overcoming my fear [mf]

My husband Paul and I decided to have a baby when I was 27, but before we did I had to overcome an embarrassing problem: I was deathly afraid of unprotected sex. My mom had an affair when I was a teenager and ended up getting an STI from the guy she was sleeping with and then gave it to my dad as well. It got worse before it got better, and I guess the trauma of that made me way more scared than was rational. Not scared enough to never have sex, but I never *ever* did it without having the guy I was with wear a condom or use one of the female condoms myself (which by the way, I’m told are *much* better for the guy, and I like them too).

I was so afraid of it that even after I married Paul I still insisted on condoms. We tried a couple of times to skip them right after we got married, because it was “what you’re supposed to do,” but I couldn’t get past that stupid mental barrier. I’d gotten on birth control, and Paul had STI tests done just to try to help me feel better, but the thought of being fucked bare made me cringe. Read more »

Cass [mf] [Ffm]

If you’re lucky, there are one or two encounters in your life where the sex is so awesome that just by thinking of it you can practically get off anywhere, anytime, no hands required. I’m a very lucky man, as I have a catalogue of more than a dozen of these times. But there’s one that stands out in my mind.

I met Cass in a Vermont coffee shop a few years ago and we became fast friends. She’s had a complicated life, (and that plays into this story a bit, so I mention it). When I met her she was recently divorced, free again, and back “home” for a while to lick her wounds and move on. We are in the same field and know a bunch of the same people, and go to many of the same professional events. Shortly after we met, though, she moved to Oakland, and I thought I’d not see her again.

More than a year passed before I found myself at a conference with her. Dinner ended with drinks, which ended with flirting, and that led to her inviting me up to her room. Cass is amazingly cute. Short, curvy, with an immensely warm hug, eyes that always smile, and pale with the kind of skin that flushes bright red whenever she’s embarrassed, tipsy, or amused. Read more »

Jessica was used to getting her way [fmmmm][nc][hum]

Jessica was used to getting her way. Most college students from overly affluent backgrounds, still at one time or another meet a challenge and realize that they aren’t the smartest, most beautiful, most talented person their parents told them they are since birth. Not Jessica. She was a genius at everything. She was also tall, and had a body that might have been considered “lanky” on anyone else. This could have made her awkward and that awkwardness could have given her the self-awareness she needed to avoid her downfall, but that didn’t happen.

Jessica was selfish, unthinking, and arrogant. But she was also loving to those who broke through her facade and fiercely loyal to her family, especially her little brother. This is just to say that while some parts of her life might make her out to be a caricature or a cliche, taken on the whole she was not.

There was a boy, Paolo. He was a pledge in Phi Kappa Theta, a Catholic fraternity on campus. He was 19. Brown hair. Brown eyes. A chemistry major, like her, but he worked at it harder than she ever had. Jessica was a natural. Paolo squinted at his organic book and moved his lips when he read difficult passages. He had beautiful lips. Jessica was almost sure he was a virgin. Read more »

Jessica was used to getting her way [humiliation][nc][preg][Mf] (part 2)

A little more than a month later Paolo still hadn’t called. Jessica doubted he ever would. She didn’t blame him. She lay there in bed, running through that night again. She flipped on a vibrator, held it between her legs, and let the memory of guilt and pain and pleasure drive her. A few minutes after she came, her stomach turned. She ran to the bathroom. *Uh oh. No way! I’m on birth control.* She cleaned up and called to make an appointment with a gynecologist who she knew performed abortions. Later that day, she bought a home test at CVS. When she took it, it came up positive. Of course. Goddamnit all to hell!

Dr. Brooks, was in his mid fifties. Salt and pepper hair. He had an air of practiced competence that gave him command of the room as soon as he entered it. He was handsome. Jessica sat in the gown the nurse had given her, her head spinning with nerves. He flipped the top sheet on his clipboard. “Jessica Seale, right? You had a home pregnancy test come up, positive?”

“Yes. But I’m on birth control!”

“Okay, that can happen. Were you on antibiotics at the time perhaps?” Read more »

Jessica was used to getting her way [humiliation][mmmf] (part 1)

Jessica was used to getting her way. Most college students from overly affluent backgrounds, still at one time or another meet a challenge and realize that they aren’t the smartest, most beautiful, most talented person their parents told them they are since birth. Not Jessica. She was a genius at everything. She was also tall, and had a body that might have been considered “lanky” on anyone else. This could have made her awkward and that awkwardness could have given her the self-awareness she needed to avoid her downfall, but that didn’t happen.

Jessica was selfish, unthinking, and arrogant. But she was also loving to those who broke through her facade and fiercely loyal to her family, especially her little brother. This is just to say that while some parts of her life might make her out to be a caricature or a cliche, taken on the whole she was not.

There was a boy, Paolo. He was a pledge in Phi Kappa Theta, a Catholic fraternity on campus. He was 19. Brown hair. Brown eyes. A chemistry major, like her, but he worked at it harder than she ever had. Jessica was a natural. Paolo squinted at his organic book and moved his lips when he read difficult passages. He had beautiful lips. Jessica was almost sure he was a virgin. Read more »