Author: volantethrowaway

[M]y MSN log of my college [f]uckbuddy

Apologize for the slightly odd formatting (pulling this from MSN logs means that the name comes after the message for some reason, and I don’t want to bother dicking around with editing the whole damn thing). It raw, so there is more than just pure smut in there. The context here is that she had accused me of only wanting her for sex, and I responded by saying that we wouldn’t talk dirty or cyber or cam or anything for a few days. She apparently took this as a challenge. :P (Names have all been changed, I had to go back to my previous post and remember what the fuck fake names I used. :) )

My sex life with him is not satisfying!
Monica

and I don’t know what to do about it
Monica

I’m not sure what to tell you, really. :/
Brian

I’ve talked to him about it. He’s not willing to do many things.
Monica

example?
Brian

He wouldn’t even really try anal :P He doesn’t want to be rough. He says it’s just not like him!
Monica

He wont!
Monica

He -cant-!
Monica

he’s nervous.
Brian Read more »

[M]y Old College [F]uckbuddy

So this happened last week.

So back in my college days, I had a side girl. Not to put too fine a point on it, but she was dating a guy I knew, but banging me on the regular whenever I’d visit (they were long distance as well). Complete freak, gorgeous body, etc. This went on for 6-7 years, until he moved down there, and she cut contact with me. (so it goes).

It’s been 4-5 years since then, and I’d more or less stopped thinking about her. I got a new job, and got sent down to her city for training. Never changed my number, and apparently she found out via mutual friends on FB. Texts me out of the blue (last I understood, she had blocked me entirely).

She wanted to meet up. Catch up, and whatnot. I was remembering how much she pissed me off at the end(she didn’t do me the courtesy of telling me to fuck off/goodbye, but ghosted me after six years). I tell her that I used to care for her a lot, but I don’t care anymore. Kind of made me angry, to be honest. I told her that my only interest in her was physical now. And that if she wanted that, she could come by my hotel room after work. I figured that she’d tell me to fuck off, etc. Read more »

[M]y one crazy college foursome. [MFMF]

So this is a while back. For context on this, the prelude was a big group of my college peoples going out to see the JJ Abrams Star Trek reboot at the dollar theater.

It was a large group, and afterwards we went over to somebody’s place to have drinks and hang out. Ended up being a group of four left after a bit. Myself, the couple that lived there (Ashley and Her Dude, whose name escapes me at the time), and Dee.

Ashley was somebody who quite enjoyed playing outside her relationship (she had propositioned one of my exes and myself a few months before this for a foursome, which I had deferred to said ex.) But she was well known in our friends circle for sexual shennanigans.

We end up playing some card game. One of those drinking games where you tell secrets, or that sort of thing. Ashley keeps adjusting the rules to make it dirtier and dirtier, and partway through this, I realize that I, through no real work of my own, am about to be the single guy in a foursome. Dunno how I got that lucky, but I remember taking a drink and thinking to myself “Ok, you’re lucky, don’t fuck this up” Read more »

Lure of the Old Gods

It was a little odd that my girlfriend’s dorm floor was this quiet. Normally, it was controlled chaos, girls giggling and going from room to room socializing. It was a Friday night for God’s sake.

But it was far quieter than normal, with only a few muffled noises behind a couple doors as I passed. It almost sounded like… no. And even if it was what I thought of, my girlfriend would murder me if she thought I was trying to listen to one of her dorm-mates doing… that.

I walked down the hallway, passing door after closed door. Was there some event that they were all at, that Helen didn’t tell me about?

There was an open door up ahead, it was Ashley’s room, one of Helen’s friends. I looked around the door jam, and my mouth opened in shock. Ashley was on her bed, utterly and gloriously naked, her fingers rhythmically working inside herself. She was the classic pretty blonde, with the kind of body that was luscious now, but she always worried that she’d put on weight like her older sister. But for now… She didn’t see me… and it looked like she was barely aware of anything as she furiously shoved three fingers inside her little shaved kitty. I tore my eyes away, and moved down the hall, taking a breath. Read more »

The Serpent Pt 2

I managed to make it home without any more disturbing events, but every time I thought back to that incident in the study room, a cold sweat broke out over me. It felt *good*, but also terrifying. Things happened, but it felt like somebody was pulling my strings. He was. Or it was. Whatever. If he was there, he wasn’t being obvious about it, he wasn’t speaking to me. But I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened with Kay. It was like she was under a spell. She couldn’t resist my commands, and what was more, she was barely trying to resist. Part of me, the part of me that liked to fantasize about power, really enjoyed that part.

I managed to avoid my parents after they came home, absolutely terrified that they might see what I was becoming, (leaking through or something), and completely freak out. “Yeah mom, I’m sharing my body with some unholy serpent demon who talks about tempting Eve back in the day. Normal teenager stuff, don’t worry”. Read more »

The Serpent [MF, minor trans, mc]

I’ve had this idea rattling around in my head for a while, so please forgive me as this is effectively un-revised. Any feedback would be very much appreciated.

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I had found the old leather-bound book in a run-down secondhand bookstore. Honestly, my memories of it are blurry, probably deliberately so. He’s always there, and I get the distinct feeling that while he can’t control me completely, making sure I don’t think too hard about how this happened is well within his means.

It doesn’t matter. The long story short is that I’m not alone in my mind. It feels both alien and familiar at the same time.

So far he’s done nothing but.. whisper at me. Promises. Not even using words, it’s not like it’s a conversation in my head with somebody else. Impressions, implications… slightly otherworldly urges. I mean, I’m a guy, so I’m horny all the time, but I’m not used to feeling this… hunger. I mean, I’ve never done more than kiss a girl at this point, but my mind is filled with things right out of porno films… Read more »