LiminalSpatula, Author at NSFW story

[MF] Okay, you’re coming to my bed

After-work drinks were a regular thing, even after she left the company she often joined us, and this night like many others she and I were left alone, talking shit and drinking wayyyy too much for a school night. She was smart, funny, and just a bit twisted.

We decided to finish our last pint and step out for a final smoke, after which we’d usually head to our respective homes.

She led the way, and I gladly followed her up the stairs, admiring her hot ass and gorgeous thigh gap. I’d been crushing on her since she joined the team, but when she worked with us I kept it friendly but professional, and besides, she was way out of my nerdy league, I thought. So even if we often spoke about our various relationships, I kept my lustful desires to myself.

So we shared a cigarette. Gross habit, but it was our dirty secret. Work and our love life had been difficult on both of us, and somehow talking about it opened us up to deeper subjects, core values, shared interests. Any time we spoke, from politics to pop culture, we just clicked, it was effortless. Read more »

Finding bliss… [drugs] [buk] [oral] [anal] [MMMFMMM] [Str8]

Bliss was a hit when it popped up on the scene. A new drug in pill form, some abandoned research project from overseas that had somehow escaped the lab, so the story went.

Finding it wasn’t hard. It had flooded the streets, I found a guy in no time, he literally just handed me a couple of pills “for a taste” on our chance meeting at the club. Actually we were making out when the subject came up, he was a solid 8/10.

We ended up getting separated in the crowd, but not before we’d exchanged details. On his advice, I’d taken the pills home and took my first hit alone, totally unprepared for what would come next.

I was in bed, breathing heavily, every fibre of my body burning up oxygen, every cell alight with energy. Every sound struck my awareness like shattering crystals. Colours flashed with vivid afterimages that were a mix of reality and imagination. My curious touches along my skin resonated, honing my senses on the source, unbridled fantasy that interfaced directly with physical sensation. Read more »

[BI MMFF swing oral] Taking it easy…

It all started with a few photos and videos online. Sarah got most of the attention; their inbox would be flooded with dick pics and generous tributes every time they posted. If she and Grant were looking for a bull to cuckold him, they would have no issues.

But they were after something a bit more… open minded.

As a straight passing bi couple, they were always on the lookout for that special other couple. “Normal” people, clean, down to earth, comfortable to be with, and open to swing both ways. Friendship was the first priority, if everything aligned, then anything would be possible.

The other couple made the first move. They had been sharing their sexy scenes online for a while, so Grant was quite familiar with the username when the message popped up in his inbox.

“Hey you guys! We’ve been loving your posts, and on your profile you seem like an open minded couple. We’ve been talking and we’re wondering if you’d like to meet up sometime, grab a beer and get to know each other and see if things click? No pressure of course, looking forward to seeing more of you ? – Mrs & Mr S” Read more »

Dumpster Dreaming Part 1 (fpov) [MMmmmmm?…F]

I took the last swig from my bottle and chucked it on the passenger seat. Time for one last look in the mirror to picture my face, which tonight would be a blank canvas for some… creative modern art.

I took a quick “before” selfie.

Tonight, I was going to be the full centre of attention. Frank, the club president, had sent out flyers and organised some bookings. A basic cover charge really, just to cover the club expenses. I definitely was not in this for money. All I had to do was show up and, well… let the art happen, I guess.

The carpark was packed, I noted, and cars were still pulling in. Definitely at least double the usual Saturday crowd *and growing*, it seemed. Throbbing basslines rolled out into the night. A few regulars were hanging around smoking and drinking, I gave a simple nod of understanding as I walked by.

Yup, I’ll be your dumpster this evening, nothing to see here. Read more »