Author: strawberriescreme

First time writer, struggling to resist his lustful advances [MF] [Mdom] [reluc] [Str8]

(This is my first time sharing an original story, establishing a scene of desperation and a forbidden lust. Am hopefully wanting to develop into a few pieces, but admittedly just the thought of being pinned against a wall really turned me on.)

“We, really shouldn’t…” I moaned softly, your body already inches too close to mine. I was fighting so desperately to hide how I felt, how your presence made me weak.

“Shouldn’t what?” Your sly grin, shoulders square and confident as I stepped back against the wall for my modesty’s sake.

“You’re Meg’s brother,” I curtly reminded you, looking up at your sexy eyes as I tried to calmly sweep the fringe from my view, “I can’t do this, we can’t do this. She’s my best friend. Like, life long best friend. Imagine if…”

I could see you were ignoring me now, absently nodding. Your eyes traced lower, following my neck, down my curves, examining the tight cut of the sundress I’d worn to make the most of outside’s warmth. My skin burned with desire as I realised you were visually undressing me. You pinned an arm against the wall I rested on, getting closer to me, and I momentarily couldn’t help but admire your strength. But only momentarily. Read more »

[FM] Secretly losing my [virginity] to my online lover

For context, I’ve always been quite shy with sex. I’m from a small city, and without wanting to sound conceited, I wasn’t short of offers in high school. I had boys trying to bed me as if I were a prized virgin, but I hated that mentality. I think I always wanted it to be special, and it wouldn’t be if I felt it was all for the brag. I’d seen the way they talked about the girls at school and I didn’t want to be outed like that. Even my gay male friends would harass me about it – they couldn’t understand why I would turn these attractive guys down, but I was waiting for something. I just didn’t know what I was waiting for – until I met someone (who I’ll call Tom) online, via a now defunct social media site where we’d all exchange photos. He was tattooed and British, and that was enough to make me weak. Moreso, he wanted me. He could write about it with such depth and experience that I never stood a chance. He told me about things he could do to my body that I’d never felt. As it eventuated, he had extended family in my small city, so after 9 months of relentless Skyping and growing to adore each other, he flew out to visit. Read more »