Author: tough-twinkly

Forced Bi [M/M/F, fdom]

It was around 6pm when I got an excited text from her. The mysterious and miraculous domme who’d finally decided to choose me and use me. She was something I couldn’t believe. Beautiful, with eyes that grabbed my soul by the balls and lips that whispered an invisible order to submit. I signed all her papers, reading them with a little trepidation but a lot of giddy eagerness. ‘Forced Bi’ stared at me from the page.

*What does this mean exactly?*

She leaned over, the presence of her coming so close making me blush as she looked where my finger was pressed against the paper.

*Oh, that? That’s what I mentioned earlier, sweetheart. It means that if I want to pair you up with another boy to play together for my entertainment, you’re okay with it. You can say no, just cross it out before you sign and I’ll do the same on this copy.*

But it intrigued me, and I felt her eyes on me as I hesitated with the pen.

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Caught in the dichotomy [FMF]

I’m twenty three. Male. Identify as a man, I guess. I don’t really think I’m straight, but it’s the team I’m batting for at the moment, o to speak. Sixth year of college.

And at the moment, I’m living in a figment of my imagination, within a world where I’m pressed up between two lovers.. figuratively speaking. My own fantasy, I suppose. Based on very limited experience and an imagination on a leash… yes, *that* kind of leash.

The two women. Goddesses, they’re both something else. It’s a classic fantasy, but I don’t think anyone’s given it credit so far, and I’m looking to amend that.

She’s raunchy and patient. Firm, with eyes that tell me my own secrets when they lock with mine. When I’m *told* to let them lock with mine. She’s dominant, you see? fourteen years my senior and smarter than me for sure, though she’ll wave it off and slap my ass playfully.. but a little hard. That gets me going. Makes me want to be under her. She decides when that happens, and it gets me desperate. Read more »

A younger druid’s passioned life

Bursting with excitement, heat, and boisterous rage, I’d run around nude in the woods all day. Feeling home and untethered there, I’d call out loud like the birds, for the maids who’d roam.

They’d come to me, confused at times, not sure if I was man or beast, and their curiosity felt divine. A bold young man, in love with haughty driven lust, I’d swell my chest and gently sway my dazzling locks. Despite the twigs and leaves, I found that most of my suitors loved to feel a warm embrace, a man who felt so rugged and so mean, but soft as water in the stream. Or so they told me; now, I recount the fun I had and pride I found a lot!

Nothing pleased me more than running fingertips along a girl’s hair, and brush’s thumb across her lips while her eyes all glimmer thought “what if? Why not?” and seeing her against the glares of elders back at home, she’d quickly bare her body for me, clothes on mossy floor. We’d laugh and dance and roll around in pools and grass and leaves, each thrust and gasp and moan and grasp a lovely human tease. It felt all right to serve delight and take each girl’s hand, but never steering from my cause, I stayed within my land. Read more »