Author: themagicalobvious

Last at the Bar [MF] [consent] [420] [drinking] [ego melting] [dive bar] [spanking] [gentle femdom]

We’re both at a show, and it’s loud, loud like I’m-going-to-be-regretting-it-tomorrow loud. The band is…meh? They’re fine. They’re from Wisconsin. They’re loud. They’re whatever.

By now most of the people who came to the show either left, are still in the crowd but clearly regretting it, or they, like us, went straight to the bar at some point in the last hour. You and I have been eyeing each other for that last hour. Slowly our friend groups dwindled away, and it’s pretty much me at one end of the bar, you at the other.

You wouldn’t hear me if I said anything, so I wave from across the bar. You wave back and smile a big and beautiful smile that sinks into me like a hook. You motion me over with this kind of cowgirl mosey on over thing. I’m hooked, so I do. Read more »

Saturday handywork [MF] [very consensual] [420] [long, slow build] [neighbors] [anal] [appliance repair]

It’s a spring, rainy Saturday afternoon: warm air, cold rain. You’re walking out of your apartment and you see me in the hall walking into my apartment, next door. I’m wearing a worn flannel shirt, some old jeans with paint splotches all over, knees torn, and carrying a laden bag of Home Depot stuff. I’m drenched too; it looks like someone (me) forgot their umbrella. There’s a puddle of water where I’ve been standing while fiddling for my keys.

“Hey there Kurt,” you say, smiling, as you step into the hallway. You’re wearing a flowing spring sundress, hanging by straps from your freckled shoulders. Even in our sunless shared entry hallway, I make mental note of its semi-transparentness, then shake it off. I realize I haven’t seen you without your mask. I thought you were gorgeous before, but now?

“Hi Miya,” I respond, cheerfully. Some water drips from me to the floor.

“You’re in marketing right? But I guess you’re a handyman too?” you say, nodding to the Home Depot bag.

I laugh, “I’m handy When I need to be! Actually I’m working on some closet doors. Our landlord sucks, you know, and I’m tired of them not working and him not doing anything, so I’m doing it myself.” Read more »

Last at a Bar [FM] [420] [drinking] [consent] [slight exhibitionism] [kinda public sex] [spanking] [cum eating] [bathroom sex] [long] [Scrooge McDuck reference] [cosmic covergence of sexual identity]

Thanks for reading. Consent and chemicals is a tricky thing but when those two things combine, I think they’re pretty hot. But be aware that could be triggering for some.

If you enjoyed or have any critique or comments, let me know! I’m unsure on the first-person perspective…

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Last at the Bar

We’re both at a show, and it’s loud, loud like I’m-going-to-be-regretting-it-tomorrow loud. The band is…meh? They’re fine. They’re from Wisconsin. They’re loud. They’re whatever.

By now most of the people who came to the show either left, are still in the crowd but clearly regretting it, or they, like us, went straight to the bar at some point in the last hour. You and I have been eyeing each other for that last hour. Slowly our friend groups dwindled away, and it’s pretty much me at one end of the bar, you at the other.

You wouldn’t hear me if I said anything, so I wave from across the bar. You wave back and smile a big and beautiful smile that sinks into me like a hook. You motion me over with this kind of cowgirl mosey on over thing. I’m hooked, so I do. Read more »

Saturday Afternoon Washing Machine Repair (& Fuck) [MF] [420] [appliance repair] [flannel] [neighbors] [long] [wholesome]

Hi! Work in progress here. Be aware that this story involves intoxication and marijuana use. If this writing speaks to you, I’d love to know what parts you liked (or what parts you didn’t). Suggestions very welcome.

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It’s a spring, rainy Saturday afternoon: warm air, cold rain. You’re walking out of your apartment and you see me in the hall walking into my apartment, next door. I’m wearing a worn flannel shirt, some old jeans with paint splotches all over, knees torn, and carrying a laden bag of Home Depot stuff. I’m drenched too; it looks like someone (me) forgot their umbrella. There’s a puddle of water where I’ve been standing while fiddling for my keys.

“Hey there Kurt,” you say, smiling, as you step into the hallway. You’re wearing a flowing spring sundress, hanging by straps from your freckled shoulders. Even in our sunless shared entry hallway, I make mental note of its semi-transparentness, then shake it off. I realize I haven’t seen you without your mask. I thought you were gorgeous before, but now?

“Hi Miya,” I respond, cheerfully. Some water drips from me to the floor. Read more »

Last at the bar [MF] [stoned] [drunk] [consensual] [spanking]

Tags: stoned / 420 / cannabis / tipsy / drunk / bar sex / consensual / cum eating / spanking / sex with strangers / scrooge mcduck reference?

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Writer’s notes: I keep iterating this! The last advice I had was to convert to third person, which is good advice, but as this hits a few personal kinks, I guess I just haven’t had the heart! Probably could be shorter but I’m a nerd for slow builds. Thanks for reading. Comments/critique very welcome.

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We’re both at a show. It’s loud, loud like I’m-going-to-be-regretting-it-tomorrow loud. The band is…meh? They’re fine. They’re from Wisconsin. They’re loud. They’re whatever.

By now most of the people who came to the show either left, are still in the crowd but clearly regretting it, or they, like us, went straight to the bar at some point in the last hour. You and I have been eyeing each other for that last hour. Slowly our friend groups dwindled away, and it’s pretty much us at the bar. Read more »