*I’ve written and rewritten this so many times. It’s hard because I’m afraid of assumptions that will be made and what it might trigger. After a lot of thought, I am posting because I also think it’s important to understand what CNC looks like in reality.*
*The person in this story remained my best and dearest friend for years. He was at my wedding, damn it. I even texted him this before posting.*
*All the damn TWs. This shits gets dark.*
So someone asked for my CNC stories. I wrote one a couple days ago about “experimenting.” It was very important to me that I wrote that one first and I went through the process of communicating through CNC. Also the first time I engaged in this kind of sex, it was actually my partner who really struggled with it and needed a lot of aftercare.
*Just read it if you haven’t- it’s not hard to find on my profile.*
Anyway, this one gets a little darker. I almost didn’t post it because it gets so dark I’m legit afraid of it being upsetting.