Shiver Down My Spine

Hope you folks enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. I made this a couple of years ago. Thought it was pretty good but didn’t get a lot of attention. I’m posting again, just to gauge reaction in a sub with a little more activity.

Part two in the comments…

Based on a semi-real event. I took some liberties with the details.

Feedback is very much encouraged. I hate posting these things and only getting tumbleweeds as a response. I’d like to know if I’m any good at this stuff. Ya know?

Feel free to ask questions etc…

We hadn’t seen each other for years, but our chats on the internet as of late have been getting kind of, well… steamy. Nothing specifically overt, but suggestive and sultry, and just really hot. Oh how I revel in the wonderful age of social media.

So I’m a little nervous. We’ve been talking about seeing each other for a while, but it’s a long distance thing now. She only comes into town once in a while to see family. This visit though she says she has some time. We’re going to meet at the boardwalk on the beach.

The Servant Part 1 [F,M]

The Servant Part 1

Warning: This Story contains Foot Fetish Based Scenes, Female Domination, Nudity, BDSM Play.

Prologue

Well, Well, Well it looks like someone is getting excited from massaging my feet. They are sweaty and ripe but you do not mind, I can see sweat and liquid all over my soles, arches and orange painted toes. Aaron do you enjoy when I talk to you like this. The information from your friend Amelia confirms this and your browser history. You love those foot fetish videos especially the domination based on. Now I want to see all of you in the flesh drop those clothes!!!!! Aaron reluctant at first to drop his clothes, He released being a Servant is far harder than expected, was it worth enrolling at this university. Don’t forget Aaron you are the house’s servant which makes you my servant AKA my male play toy you want to stay in this prestigious establishment than do as I say.

[M] Able to suck my own dick – was good fun

A while ago (a month or two) I learnt that I was able to suck my own dick, with a fair amount of ease reaching it.

It is incredibly uncomfortable for the first x minutes, in fact I can’t remember a time where it wasn’t completely uncomfortable except maybe once or twice (I’ve only done it about 5 times).

I’m circumcised so I have a lot of difficulty getting any pleasure from the glans unless I go extremely rough, which is difficult since it requires a lot of bending and stretching to go further than the glans.

The furthest point I’ve gotten? My dick’s about 5.7 inches, and I’m pretty skinny, so I’ve managed to **just** get the head of my dick in my mouth. I like to swirl my tongue around when I get close.

If my dick isn’t in my mouth, I can stretch my balls and my neck just close enough so that they meet.

I know that there has been an increase in the amount of people who are able to do this, and who publicly speak about it, but god damn if there’s one thing that makes me unique from a lot of people it’s probably this, and I’m pretty fucking proud of it.

I wanted hi[m] to suck [m]e off, naked

This happened in 2007(ish).

I was 25 and I’m 6’5″, average build at the time, 7″ x 6″ uncut. And he was about the same age. He worked out, or claimed he did. He had the body of someone who used to workout. He also claimed to be straight(ish) and not gay at all. But he had a reputation in town for being down for anything.

I remember it was a Wednesday and I was off for some reason, and it was the middle of summer. I came out just a year earlier and I’d only been meeting guys for a few months. I had been edging all morning. This was before Grindr, so we got to talking on the gay.com chatrooms. The guy in this story, he’d often hit me up to fuck. Usually, I’d rebuff his come ons, but this time…I suggested that I’d let him suck me off, if he did it naked. And I was dressed. For someone reason it turned me on. He was totally down. He sent out a few red flags, saying it had to be on the down low, he didn’t want his friends to know he hooked up with men. I hmm-ed and ahh-ed for a bit and finally agreed, but he’d have to come from his place across town to mine in central.

Sex and the Sushi Bar [MF]

We begin with oyster kumamoto

It’s silky washed with rum.

And then the scallop called ho-ca-tay

That quivers on your tongue.

With each fleshy texture

I only think of you

Your legs spread wide upon your chair

And my thumb within your dew.

We taste the fluke-fin muscle

And sea-bream from Japan.

And I can smell your pussy

As I rub harder with my hand.

Hidden beneath the counter

Another sushi chef prevails.

I hear you moan sweet nothings

While I swallow yellowtail.

My fingers clearly glisten

With your wetness and my spit.

And I leave some tamago

Perched upon your clit.

Later, I’ll suck it off precisely

And scream in jubiliee

And wonder if more sak-ay

Can sweeten your u-na-gi.

Come Join me soon in Philly

and make another date.

We’ll eat raw fish and flounder

And lick each other’s plate.

Number 6 in the Top Ten [MF] (long)

Sexy bits are marked ****

Someone was talking about sex in a car, I thought, “Sex in cars is awful.” Then I started remembering.

Abby had a lush build. Long brunette hair, lots of curves, smart, attractive, she raised my eyebrows the day I met her.

We were in a street theater company, small, unfunded but we’d occasionally galvanized our little city when one of our plays/events was a hit. The company was full of mostly young characters, some with families and a few serious actors. All of us knew how to have fun. Abby and her boyfriend were part of the crowd and both became close friends.

When you are a group of young, tight friends on the edge of the arts, every topic is open for discussion. We all knew that Abby loved sex. Hell, for one of her birthdays we all pitched in and bought her a set of Ben Wa balls (smooth steel balls a woman can put into her pussy for all day fun). Abby complained they wouldn’t stay in place. I always wondered if there was a story behind when she found out they wouldn’t stay where they belonged.

I Brush Her Teeth For Her [MF][ORAL]

She stands in front of the sink with her back against my chest. She laughs when I first tell her to get her toothbrush. I laugh too, although I try to keep a lid on it. We are grinning at one another in the water-speckled mirror. The toothbrushes stand like breadsticks in a Hello Kitty mug on the shelf at its base. She reaches out and takes hers – white and mint green plastic, the bristles a little frayed and flared. Hands it to me over her shoulder.

“Toothpaste?” I say.

She fetches it. An almost-empty tube, compressed into a tight roll at one end. We are making eye contact in the mirror, she and I. She is, quite reasonably, trying not to grin. When I told her I was going to brush her teeth for her she burst out laughing. “You’re not serious?” she said, which of course lead to my insistence that I *was* serious, which of course lead to here.

I turn the tap on to a trickle, reaching around her body to do so. She is in pyjamas, I in my underwear. We were getting ready for bed a few minutes ago. I squeeze a pea-sized quantity of paste onto the brush, wet it, and raise it to her mouth. I don’t need to tell her to open wide.

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Adventures with the Beastie, Plus Two [FFMM]

Everything contained within is true, though names and places have been changed. My stories are for you pleasure and I hope you can live vicariously through me. This is part 2 of “Vacation with the Bestie, Plus One.” Please feel free to leave a comment and the final chapter will be here soon.

 

The temperature in the plane never felt perfect no matter the type or amount of clothes worn. Currently, the air blowing on my face felt sticky from the humidity and slightly above standard room temperature. Legs and knees bent awkwardly to accommodate the tight configuration of seats. Staring out the window, glimpses of the sex fueled vacation ran chaotically through my head as the heat from Karen radiated from beside me. The first night had only fueled the desire to have Mark and her at every waking moment and every conscious thought that appeared. Snapping back to reality gave way to a new thought. “What now?” Karen and I had never been intimate until now and with the experience in our past, does that lead to the normal life of what we had before as a great friendship or something more. Dreading the conversation that would be on the horizon, I slouched back in my seat and put my earbuds in ignoring the flight stewardess’s speech on safety vest and emergency exits. The flight ran an estimated six hours and left to my own mind’s demise, I wanted nothing more than to sit back and fall asleep. Sleep that came pleasantly fast and comforting.

[F/M] How I started my own porn company

My family was never the usual average family. We weren’t rich, but we could afford a nice lifestyle in our own house. We never had been really close to each other. We always had our own lives going on. From time to time one of the family members just left for some weeks, even sometimes for a few months. Then it was dad’s turn. He just went out to buy himself some cigarettes and disappeared into the nowhere for the better part of a year.

We three, my mom, my sis and me, back at home were used to it. We had found several creative ways to keep on paying the bills and put some food on the table. Without getting drawn into one of these nasty boring nine to five jobs. We just worked day labor. Sold our blood. Or did something a little bit more creative, like putting mom, my little sister and some of their female friends into a bikini to wash dirty cars. We liked that lifestyle. We were used to it since forever. It always had been this way in our family.

[FM] How I started my own porn company

My family was never the usual average family. We weren’t rich, but we could afford a nice lifestyle in our own house. We never had been really close to each other. We always had our own lives going on. From time to time one of the family members just left for some weeks, even sometimes for a few months. Then it was dad’s turn. He just went out to buy himself some cigarettes and disappeared into the nowhere for the better part of a year.

We three, my mom, my sis and me, back at home were used to it. We had found several creative ways to keep on paying the bills and put some food on the table. Without getting drawn into one of these nasty boring nine to five jobs. We just worked day labor. Sold our blood. Or did something a little bit more creative, like putting mom, my little sister and some of their female friends into a bikini to wash dirty cars. We liked that lifestyle. We were used to it since forever. It always had been this way in our family.