Author: littoralshore

[FF] Max’s first time with a girl

1 The club

‘Come on, Maxine!’ Said Rebecca, smiling. She tugged on Max’s hand, the bracelets on her wrist clanking as she dragged Max inside the club.

‘I dunno,’ said Max, pushing a thick ringlet behind her ear. ‘Maybe I’ll just head home.’

‘What?’ said Rebecca, who stopped in her tracks and put her hands on her waist and pouted. Her eyes shone in annoyance. ‘You are coming in here. You are going to dance. And you are going to have a good time,’ she said.

‘But Andrew used to take me here,’ Said Max plaintively.

‘Fuck Andrew,’ said Rebecca. ‘He is an asshole for breaking up with you.’ She looked at Max in her off-the-shoulder black dress, her stiletto boots. She laughed. ‘I mean look at you,’ she said. ‘How could anyone in their right mind want to dump that?’

‘You…you think so?’ Said Max, shyly.

‘Of course,’ said Rebecca. ‘I’ll prove it.’ She turned away from Max. ‘‘Hey,’ said yelled, grabbing two guys that were walking past, one in jeans and a shirt, the other on a baseball cap and hoodie. ‘Is my friend hot?’ Read more »

A quickie with Millicent [Mf] [Class] [Victorian][power]

‘I’ll inspect the servants,’ I said, pushing myself away from the breakfast table with a clink of crockery and silverware.

‘Must you?’ Said Ruby, leaning back in a feline way, stretching her arms over her head. The dress she wore was cut low and I let my gaze linger. She rolled her eyes when she saw where I had been looking. She scowled but looked more than a little pleased at the same time. ‘You are dull Charles.’ She stood and wrapped a shawl around her shoulders. ‘Infinitely so.’

‘Am I dull, Percy?’

The butler, as expressionless as a doorhandle, looked at my wife, then at me. Taking sides was not something he was capable of.

‘I wouldn’t know, sir,’ he said, slowly, deeply. He nodded and a maidservant walked over to clear the plates away.

‘I’m going to Lucille’s,’ Ruby declared, pecking me on the cheek. ‘We will play cards and have a gay time. There will be no terrible me. I shan’t be back until later.’ She stood and threw her shoulders back.

‘You look marvellous darling,’ I said. Read more »

Three is a crowd [MMF] [dirty talk] [dom/sub] [spanking] [rough sex]

I met Joel on Reddit. He had posted a picture of himself after a workout, shorts artfully pushed down revealing the top of a thick cock. I messaged him, complimented him. He replied quickly.

‘We come as a pair,’ he said. ‘Me and my friend Rob. If you’re looking for a fun date let’s meet.’

It was direct, to the point. We chatted, I tested to see if he was for real. More pictures were exchanged in various states of undress. Rob was brought into the chat and played the game, similarly fit, similarly grown up.

They were not boys – that’s what I liked about it. They were in their thirties, funny, confident, relaxed. Nothing about our conversation seemed urgent. It was just so fun. But the direction was always clear. They said what they were going to do to me, and I said I wanted them to.

They didn’t live too far away to make a date. They suggested a hotel, one that implied they were solvent as well as charming. I agreed but as the day approached I started to feel apprehensive. What if I’m not what they want; what if it’s all a trick; what if…my thoughts became tangled, I doubted this was a good idea. Read more »

Robyn submits [ffM] [submission] [bondage] [spanking] [exhibitionism]

The rain began the moment I stepped off the bus. I looked at the sky and swore at myself for not checking the weather. I mean of course there was meant to be a thunderstorm today, when I’d gone out in this blue summer dress. When I’d just spent half an hour doing my hair. The streets seemed deserted. Water ran down my neck. The cotton was sticking to my skin.

I ran. My sneakers kicked up puddles. A car cruised by, the occupants smug and dry. I rounded a corner and there it was, perched at the corner of an alley. *The Buzz* – Kat and Jake’s coffee shop. The interior glowed an inviting orange. A clever bastard who had checked the forecast opened his umbrella as he left and passed me with a look of horror on their face. I saw myself in the reflections a scowling, dripping, freak from the rainstorm lagoon.

The bell tinkled as I entered. It was near closing. There was no one else there apart from my friends, the owners. Kat with her nose piercing and pixie cut and tattooed arms. Jake with his mane of hair and his open necked shirt and his surfer bracelets. They stared at me. Read more »

Delicate wrists [d/s] [rough sex] [cum] [dirty talk] [lockdown]

She started working at the store on the corner during the lockdown. I hadn’t seen her around before and figured she was stuck at home now the universities were closed. She could have been anywhere between eighteen and twenty. She wore her dirty blond hair loose and shoulder length, in bouncy half frizz. She had a nose piercing. She wore grungy clothes that were a bit too large and seemed to hide her frame: dungarees, big t-shirts and shorts, sometimes a headscarf. She might not have even seen the nineties but if she had she would have fit right in.

It was her wrists. I noticed them when she gave me my change. Small, pale, a tattoo of a tiny star. Her fingers were light, delicate, and they brushed my palm when she gave me my change. Our eyes met. She blushed. It was one of those blushes where the meaning is not far below the surface. A look that starts a path from here to the inevetable.

So I kept going back to the store.

It was a quiet afternoon. As I turned to go I said Read more »

Her best friend’s husband [cheating][Mf][Submission][Dirty talk][Age gaps]

I wrote this as a dirty bed time story for a friend. I hope you enjoy.

Ellie had been friends with Sarah since she was a kid, even though Sarah was more than ten years older than her. It had been like a sisters thing – Sarah looked after her and when they had both grown up their relationship moved from caring to friendly. Of course, when Ellie was 19 and Sarah was 30 it was totally expected that Ellie would be the bridesmaid. It was all so nice. So lovely.

Rob came into Sarah’s life from nowhere. He did something in government. Was quite serious. He was tall and had a trim beard and played a lot of tennis. He was funny, friendly, everything Ellie could have hoped for for her friend. But he had always looked at Ellie differently. Somehow Sarah never saw it. Ellie always thought that was strange. Perhaps, Ellie thought, Sarah was blinkered by love; perhaps she was just myopic when it came to these kind of things. But Ellie was smart and knew what those sorts of glances looked like and what they meant. And she didn’t mind. She returned them – or at least didn’t turn away. It never sat right with her, yet she never stopped herself either. It created a kind of delicious, addictive, discomfort that she didn’t ask for yet was unwilling to give up. Read more »