Initiate_Me, Author at NSFW story

Fuck my face… please…. [M/F]

You take out a marker pen, push blonde hair away and write it on my forehead. S L U T. I’m on my knees, looking up at you and your erection is already showing under your jeans. I’m wearing red lipstick because I know you like to see it marked on your shaft. White lace underwear because you like me in the colour of innocence. Black mascara because you like to watch it run down my high cheekbones.

I take a few calming breaths in anticipation of what’s to come, as you hand cups my chin and our eyes meet. You with that hungry smile. Me with the begging heart. You ask me what my job is, and I say that it’s to suck your cock. You tell me that you’re going to choke me with it and make a mess all over my beautiful face and I nod in reply. Read more »

[F/M] My affection, Oh brother… (Part 1)

Home again from a night out with friends, off in gloomy rainy lovely Manchester. The cold walk back from the train station had left my exposed flesh goose-pimpled and a fair proportion of my flesh was exposed. My dress wasn’t as tight-fitting as some of my friends’, but it only just covered what it needed to. If I’d have bent over at any point in the evening a lot of people would have seen midnight-blue knickers and my firm little bum. I wrestled with the key and let myself into my parents’ semi-detached house in what must be Northern England’s tamest suburbia.

No sound inside which made sense, it being Two AM and my parents the deep sleepers they are. I crept up the stairs, dodging that creaky step, taking my shoes off to pass my brother’s room to my own door a few feet away. I opened the door and saw familiar things- framed photos, piles of books, clothes left on the chair and the bed. Bits and bobs I’d dragged back from university last year- it was strange, my brother and I being back home after three years away studying in different parts of the country, back together again now. Born a few minutes apart and we’d always been close, everyone said that. Read more »

My affection, Oh brother… (true) (1 of several)

*I haven’t chosen to tell this story to get a reaction. Although a big part of me is desperately curious to know what you think. And what you feel. I’m writing this because it’s cathartic, it helps me. It helps me to think about the things I’ve done. To figure out how I feel about these things. Whether I’m ashamed or not. If people are interested, I’ll tell the rest of my story, although it might need a few chapters.*

Home again from a night out with friends, off in gloomy rainy lovely Manchester. The cold walk back from the train station had left my exposed flesh goose-pimpled and a fair proportion of my flesh was exposed. My dress wasn’t as tight-fitting as some of my friends’, but it only just covered what it needed to. If I’d have bent over at any point in the evening a lot of people would have seen midnight-blue knickers and my firm little bum. I wrestled with the key and let myself into my parents’ semi-detached house in what must be Northern England’s tamest suburbia.