Author: robert_dpp

“Engaged in esteemed duties of import…” A Sonnet [M/F]

Engaged in esteemed duties of import,
My leadership of all the staff affirm’d,
The office doth to my commands comport,
And maintain revenues to our liege firm.

Yet not a fortnight hence have I now met,
An intern, young, and fertile, and most fair,
With skin so smooth; her breasts, a supple set,
And lusty eyes obscur’d by sun-kissed hair.

Though resolute, I am at present shook,
And by the fires of lust I’m like to burn,
Subordinate to me and yet but look,
She now commands me; o how deep I yearn.

My marriage vows now strike my soul with dread,
I’d cast them off to breed that slut instead.

[M/F] A newfound confidence, fueled by alcohol — choices were made…

My apartment is quiet, except for your breathing and your laughter. But the evening *started* with utter cacophony.

I’d arrived at the bar before you did, and it was far too crowded. Far too loud. Everyone was *so excited* for some reason.

I think we were there to celebrate something. But there were too many people and so I cut through the crowd and screamed to the overworked and under-dressed bartenders for liquor.

Maybe we were celebrating your birthday? Or was it mine? I knew some of the faces. Probably better than I knew yours. You were always mostly an object of admiration. Someone who always charmed me but disappeared just when I thought I’d have the courage to offer something *resembling* boldness.

The reasons for my being there faded away with each absurdly priced drink I downed. Soon I was passing from person to person, finding *for the love of God SOMETHING* to say to every last damn one of them.

And then there was you. Your long brown hair. Your skirt. Your denim jacket, which obscured only briefly the white spaghetti strap tank top underneath.

And your scent. Read more »

Too Much, Too Soon [MF][Cuck-POV]

I was still feeling the buzz when we got back to my apartment. And I could tell from the way you were giggling that you *certainly* were still feeling those drinks.

The stranger, though, was harder to read. It wasn’t just his height or his bulky muscular build… or even the expensive casual suit he wore that intimidated me. It was his stoic presence. The way his lips barely curled past a knowing, mischievous grin…

I still couldn’t believe how fast it was all moving. 3 hours earlier, you were asking me whether there was a fantasy I was eager to try. A couple drinks after that, I was explaining to you about cuckolding…

And then suddenly… there were three of us. Just when I’d thought that all the surprises would end after the first year of dating you.

*This is going too fast.*

He’d slipped out of his jacket with detached grace and extended it to me without a word. I took it instantly and hung it by the door.

But then I turned back to find his hands on you, running up and down that slinky red dress. My favorite dress. The dress you wore the first night that you and I… Read more »