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Noticing the Unusual [MF, maledom, exhibition/exposed, public] (2,190 words)

**Noticing the Unusual**
by All These Roadworks (2020).

“The thing is,” said Jake, “that people don’t really notice things that are unusual. They see what they’re expecting to see, more often than they should.”

“What do you mean?” asked Nicole, walking beside him. She had a mad crush on Jake – one of those crushes girls get sometimes on boys who are assholes, who they *know* are assholes, unable to help themselves from fantasising about winning the affections of a boy who is nothing but poison.

And today was like a date. Here they were, walking through the centre of town, just the two of them, window shopping, people watching. It was almost romantic.

“I mean, people are stupid,” said Jake. “Do you want me to show you?”

She nodded eagerly. She wanted to hear anything that Jake had to say.

But he didn’t have anything to say – just something to do. With one lightning-quick motion, he reached out and ripped off her skirt.

Her eyes widened. She was in public – in daylight – in the crowded city centre – and her panties were showing. Her pretty pink panties, that she’d worn because she would be hanging out with Jake, even though she had known – had assumed – that he would never see them. Read more »

Fire and Ice

I just found this sub. I’ve been posting my stories elsewhere. I hope this one is received here we’ll.

You must have had the midnight munchies because I walked into the dark kitchen to see the refrigerator door propped open from what can only be described as a 5’11 goddess, slightly bent over with your ass poking out from the flannel shirt. The curves of your legs start at your calves and travel in perfect sync of each other through your thighs to an ass that all women get jealous of. The little purple shear triangle of your panties leaving very little for me to imagine what’s beneath.

I muster up the power to overcome my trance and say “You are so damn hot!” I thought it would startle you but you simply stood up shut the door and turned around as your green eyes pierced me to my core. You smirk just about the same time your eyelids half close in a sexual challenge.

I walk over and all I can stare at is your nipple peking out from behind the unbuttoned flannel. “Baby, you can’t handle this heat” flows off of your lips poising your modelesque fingers on your hip over the bottom edge of the flannel. Read more »

Emma Stone’s Free-use Feet for Public Funding [MF] [Dub-con][Foot-fetish][Humiliation][Voyeurism]

(This is an intro to a scene that I’m planning to add to in the near future. This is fairly heavily focused on niche fetish stuff so definitely not for everybody, but I’m always open to suggestions and criticism.)

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**News Article Extract: “Foot-Fetish for Public Funding?”**

Our government has long been struggling to raise the funds necessary to uphold a minimum standard of public infrastructure… and with [recent blows to the economy] that’s only getting worse… In a bold, historic move, the US government has today declared a national lottery in which the prize is… 1 month unrestricted access to actress Emma Stone’s feet…

…Miss Stone, one of the nation’s top rated focus for foot-fetish fans all over the globe, has declined to comment. Her lawyers maintain that this is a gross violation of her human rights for one lucky winner…

…Despite the controversy – the lottery has so far raised an unprecedented amount of money and the government are looking at plans to extend the scheme in other ways…

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“*Psst!*”, Roger kneels beside the bed, his face illuminated by the soft green glow of the digital alarm clock on the bedside table. It reads 03:58AM. Read more »

Man, You’ve Gotta Love Yourself [TM] [Solo] [Exhibitionist] [First Person] [Fiction]

I never really the way I looked. I thought that it was just a phase. Everybody had to get used to their grown-up bodies, right? The years went on, but I still felt weird in my own skin. Eventually, I figured out that this weirdness is formally known as “dysphoria”, and that I was a trans man.

That made me feel worse. Now, instead of feeling that my hips were weirdly shaped, I compared my hips to the hips of every man I ever saw. I could never measure up. I would just be this strange, short, deformed guy.

After ranting to one of my friends about how my shoulders were too girly, she suggested, “Try taking naked selfies.”

“Why would I want to do that?” It was such a strange suggestion.

“It helps you get into a headspace of liking your body.”

“But… what if I get hacked?” I’d heard so many warnings about people getting blackmailed.

“Just delete the photos.” She grinned. “They can’t steal photos that don’t exist anymore. Promise me you’ll just take one.”

The Ti[m]e I Banged A [F}rom CL

I met Abby online, she had stunning brown eyes that captivated me from the start. You know those eyes, the kind that come at you with life and mischief, the kind that jump out of a picture and just bore a hole into your heart. The fact that she was half naked didn’t even catch me at first, it was her eyes.

We met through CL when it was still a thing and not full of stalkers and borderline felons. She had posted about connecting in the F4M section and somehow lightning struck and we made a connection and started chatting. Over the course of a few days we chatted a lot and things gradually got more flirtatious. We exchanged a few mundane pics and then during one chat that was heavy on the sexual innuendo she said she had a new pic for me. When it popped up I opened it and saw her stunning figure, almost naked, two fingers placed over each bare nipple, small panties barely covering her pussy and her wild, brilliant brown eyes.

“Holy shit,” I replied quickly. “Your eyes, I never noticed them like this, they are so intense! They are mesmerizing!” Read more »

Orchestrations [oral][art][mf][mm]

As he entered the concert hall behind Katerina, his arousal was already thudding red and molten.

The interview had been surprising and mind-blowing, frankly. Katerina was a Ph.D. candidate in music theory and working hard on her dissertation. That was the essence of the ad he responded to—participation in an academic project. The music she intended to create, however, broke new ground of human expression. He was walking to toward the stage to become a part it.

The curious arousal swam now through every pulsing blood vessel in his body. Katerina did not disclose what the capsule contained that she handed him. He just complied, swallowing it down with the pre-placed bottle of water.

The chairs on the stage were circled from the last orchestral performance. Only one chair was occupied. Another student, a guy, watched them approach.

“This is Nate,” she said. “He will be assisting me.”

Where the conductor would otherwise stand, a table was placed. Spotlights glared down on cushions that had been arranged on the top of it. Lastly, a large pillow was fluffed at the head.

“Are you ready to be naked?” she asked. Read more »

Anal with my ex [MF]

She was insistent on us meeting up. Haven’t seen her in almost a year and some change up to that point. I had moved past her and her little games, but I couldn’t deny her sex appeal.

The chemistry we had definitely produced some of the nastiest and hottest sex I’ve ever had in my life.

She was crazy but in regular life fashion, the sex made me consider it. But if I was gonna engulf myself into this madness, there had to be rules to this.

She was gonna listen, she was gonna obey, she was gonna get everything she desired in that light. If we were gonna do it, we had to do it all the way right. No cutting any corners.

I got her on the phone and explained myself. I thought she was gonna becoming defiant once hearing my requests. But she was actually agreeing with me by the end of my statement.

I was elated. Once I realized that she was down to hangout, I began trying to figure something out as quickly as possible. Read more »

Fucking across the political aisle [MF]

When you live in the DC, politics seeps into just about everything. Who you vote for, who you work for, and who you date. Liberals mostly date liberals, conservatives date conservatives, exactly as you’d expect. Dating apps like tinder usually have in the bio phrases like “swipe the way you vote” or “if you voted red don’t even bother” or something alone those lines.

Anyway, it was this environment where I matched with a girl (let’s call her Becca, why not, as good of a fake name as any). She had thick blonde hair that messily tumbled down her shoulders in her pictures and one of those mega watt smiles that has light bursting at the seams. But perhaps most importantly to this story (and probably what you all are most curious about) it was very apparent that she had the most beautiful, plump pair of boobs. One of her pictures was a bikini picture and that top was struggling to contain her ivory flesh. We matched and started talking, and it became obvious fairly quickly she was a conservative. So as we got near arranging meeting up, I made sure to slip in “just so you know, I’m a liberal snowflake” Read more »

Eyes on the train [MF]

It was the usual morning routine. I get up on time, catch the bus to the train and make my way to work.

Usually, I’m on the train reading my book or trying to put something together on my phone. I don’t really pay much attention to the traffic that goes in and out of the train, mostly because it’s too early to care.

This day was a little different. As I turn the page to my book, I catch a glimpse of you glaring at me.

I don’t acknowledge you at first. It could be random and meaningless. I could’ve been someone you thought you knew or something of the sorts.

I look up; three stops before I get off, your still staring. But you don’t even try to hide it at this point. I love the bravery, it makes me want you right then and there however I’m a gentleman, I need to know how you’re mind works before I can use your body.

It’s the stop right before I get off. Time is not on my side, I gotta make something happen. I offered my seat to an elder woman that just got onto the train, hoping you notice my kind nature. Read more »