What are you doing here? I thought you wouldn’t come by tonight. You missed me? Oh, darling. I thought we were over this. Baby…are you that eager for me, hm? Yeah? I thought you needed space…you said you did. Didn’t you say it was hard for you to sleep next to me? Yes, I know, because you are always horny around me… This just proves the point, doesn’t it? Hey, hey, don’t look at me like that. Like a wounded puppy. I can see through your act…no I don’t mean it doesn’t affect me. Jesus, fuck, yes I know I’m hard. You shouldn’t…you need to sleep. _Fuck_, okay, come in before someone sees you in the hallway. Hold on, hold on, I didn’t say we’d go to the bedroom. I didn’t even…alright, take your clothes off….fuck, okay. Not like I have a choice now that you’re…holy shit. Where did you get these new panties? _Daddy’s little boy_. They look great on you, yeah, push your ass out, like that. Mmmm, my baby boy, shake it. That’s it. Good boy. You look so pretty like this, shaking your ass for Daddy. Do it again? Perfect, get on the bed…yeah, exactly, on all fours. You’re making Daddy all hard, boy. Don’t look at me like you’re innocent. You know I can’t say no to you. Little devil. Look at you, grinning. Let’s see what’s under those panties now…mmm there it is that perfect little boy hole. Clenching, eager for dick. Isn’t that right? I know, baby, I know. Always so desperate. Push your ass up, just like that, yeah. It’s been, what? Two days since you’ve been filled? Mmm, time to breed my boy then. Nice and slow. Ah—not so fast. I said nice and slow. Remember what happened last time? You were too sore to be fucked for a week. Do you want that to happen again? No. Exactly. Because Daddy needs his fix, needs his boy’s little pussy. Looks so good with my spit right there…so wet. What did you say? Breed you. Oh, baby. Bet your ass I will. Now c’mon. Relax. You can take it, baby. Don’t resist, let Daddy in there. Ah…fuck, that’s it, open up for Daddy. There you go, darling. My perfect baby boy, taking Daddy’s dick so well. Come here. My sweet little angel.
Author: Letusbealonetogether
Disarming you [MM] [romance] [passion]
You were playing hard to get. Because you knew I was trouble. Perhaps your friends had told you to stop messing around with me. Or your sixth sense knew that it’d be better to avoid me. Still, you agreed to meet with me again. At a club downtown.
Looking magnificent. Hair dark, styled, wearing jeans and a black, simple shirt. Like a magnet, you pulled me into your space; I couldn’t help but gravitate toward you. Your head tilted back, a small smile appeared that could have also been a smirk. You knew what you were doing to me. Bringing me down, wrapping me around your finger. Driving me crazy. I twisted my fingers in the front of your shirt, tugged you closer. In greeting. Your palms pressed against my stomach; if they’d inched up, you could have felt the rapid *thump-thump-thump* of my heart between your fingers.
I relished in your proximity for just a moment before your fingers balled up and you pushed against me. You were still fighting it. This. Whatever it was. But I knew better.
I tell you, “Stay away from me, son. It’s forbidden. It’s taboo.” And yet, holy shit, I want you. [Father/Son incest fantasy]
It’d been some time since I last touched you. I had my reasons for it. Not to get close to you again. You were my son. My own flesh and blood. And yet, a year ago, when you’d turned eighteen, you’d managed to make me believe that it was okay. That there was no harm done if you climbed into my bed at night and touched me…there.
And God, I hadn’t minded. Not one bit. But there was this nagging thought in the back of my head that I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be the one protecting you, not the one exploiting you. You were so young. So deliciously innocent and yet, Hell, so goddamn eager and fucking dirty. It blew my mind. Because you knew exactly what you wanted. Me.
*Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.*
I was your caretaker. Your father, your friend, your lover.
And I stood in the way of any other options. Because when you were with me, you weren’t with anyone else. I couldn’t…live with that. So I had set you free. Two months ago. And ever since that day, I’d made sure that you slept in your room (again) while I slept in mine, alone (again). It was hard. So many nights spent sleepless, staring at the ceiling, wondering if you were still awake. You were, and more often than not, you’d tried to seduce me again.
Bred by the King [MM] [Breeding] [Worship] [D/s]
It all started when you told me I looked somewhat regal. I had asked if you wanted me to be your King and you’d answered with “Yes, my majesty.” From there, things escalated until I had stretched out on the couch, wearing a black robe, and you’d knelt down in front of me, serving me, worshipping your King’s body. I never thought a role play like that could turn me on like that.
But it did.
Because I owned you. You were my servant, my boytoy. Existing to please me.
And please me you did.
From then on, I’ve been your King and you’ve been the boy lavishing my body and cock with attention. This alternate world started to build in my mind; a world where you are the chosen one and all those other servants, male and female, have to wait their turn. Because the King is occupied. With you.
Today is the day though. The day where our little role play takes an even dirtier spin. I unlock the door to my apartment, still in my coat that shields me from the brisk weather outside, and then I notice that something is different. Your shoes are neatly placed in the corner of the hallway and your jacket hangs next to mine. You’re here. What a pleasant surprise.
My little cumslut [MM] [Cock worship] [D/s]
There is boy I started seeing, about a decade younger than me, looking deliciously innocent and fooling almost everyone. Because he is anything but innocent. Quite the opposite, actually. Filthy even…
I’ve just come home from a business trip to Italy, freshly showered I drop down on the couch and turn on CNN when the doorbell rings. Twice in a quick, familiar fashion. It’s you. We’ve been messaging all week, sexting, mainly, so it hardly surprises me that you’ve decided to come over. I head to the door in a white shirt and black sweatpants, leaning against the door frame as I hear you climb up the stairs.
And then there you are. The dim light in the hallway gives your hair a brownish look, the stubble on your jaw looks fresh and you’re wearing your usual, casual clothes. I smile somewhat sleepily, leaning both of my forearms against either side of the door frame.
“Look at what the wind blew in,” I say as you step closer, your dark jacket open and the sound of your shoes soft on the carpeted hallway.