[Str8] Ahead of Schedule – An innocent virgin is tricked into ruining himself sexually over the course of a year in increasingly humiliating situations by his beautiful girlfriend. I try to write these with a realistic tone and believable characters/interactions. Would love feedback/requests!

“So Simon, in the email you reached out to me you sounded a little desperate for help with, I believe you called it, social anxieties. Is that right?” Dr. Veneger asked, sitting across from me, notepad and pencil in hand.

When frantically looking for a therapist a couple nights earlier, I neglected to look at any of their pictures or even their gender in my haste. So it was to my surprise that Dr. Veneger was not only a relatively young female, but an incredibly attractive one. I had always pictured myself speaking to a male therapist, but since I was already sitting across from this beautiful brunette doctor, I figured why not.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Okay, and I saw you originally emailed me kind of late, I think it was around 11pm or so. Was there any reason for that? I’ve found that that’s the time where impulse decisions thrive.” She asked while simultaneously scribbling on her notepad.

[Blackmail/Transformation][Humil][LossControl] I try to write fetish erotica with a realistic tone and plot. Here’s my first submission here; “Ahead of Time”

“So Simon, in the email you reached out to me you sounded a little desperate for help with, I believe you called it, social anxieties. Is that right?” Dr. Veneger asked, sitting across from me, notepad and pencil in hand.

When frantically looking for a therapist a couple nights earlier, I neglected to look at any of their pictures or even their gender in my haste. So it was to my surprise that Dr. Veneger was not only a relatively young female, but an incredibly attractive one. I had always pictured myself speaking to a male therapist, but since I was already sitting across from this beautiful brunette doctor, I figured why not.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Okay, and I saw you originally emailed me kind of late, I think it was around 11pm or so. Was there any reason for that? I’ve found that that’s the time where impulse decisions thrive.” She asked while simultaneously scribbling on her notepad.

[F] Masturbation in the Rain

This is a short story, but I had to tell it. There’s a lot of buildup, so sorry if that’s not your thing…

Normally, Summer is when I end up having the most anonymous sex. It’s just easier to get around and the nice weather makes me horny. This Summer however, I haven’t really been feeling up to it. There’s just too much work involved honestly, and even though I have a few friends who’d be down to come over and dick me, I’ve been having a lot more fun just taking care of myself.

If you’ve read much of my stuff, you probably know I enjoy masturbating in public from time to time. I’ve been feeling a little less daring lately, so even that hasn’t happened much. I’ve pretty much just been riding my Hitachi every night before bed to keep my head clear, but that’s about it. No crazy adventures to speak of.

The other day however, I did do something worth writing about…

[MM] My First Time With A Man: The Story Of A Country Boy In The Big City

How excited was I the that first time? A man was coming over and I was going to see his penis! I was breathless with nerves and shaking with horny anticipation. I’d had a quiet evening in, home alone, smoking pot, a few drinks, and looking at porn. I made a profile on an adult dating site and started looking around on there, my head spinning at these new found possibilities. After chatting with a few, I found one who seemed easy going and I was interested in meeting. I chatted with him for a while and the curiosity grew. So, I asked him if he’d like to come over and he said sure! He was about a half hour away. He was going to shower and be right over.

I waited by the entrance of the apartment. It was late at night, with almost no traffic. He didn’t have a cell phone (or perhaps was just being really discreet, I think he was single) so it was dead air after he left his house, with me just left to wonder, fantasize, and wait by the door. Then his car drove by, turning right onto the street behind my apartment building. “That was him” my brain shrieked! Breaths hammering fast and shallow.

[MF] A Birthday Gift from Diane

—begin—

It was winter break during the Junior year of college and a good friend of mine wanted to give me a particularly wild 21st birthday present – a decision she came to at 2 am after a night of studying and drinking.

I had known her for a while – always considered her cute, but I was reticent to cross a line. I knew she was involved with a guy in a long distance manner, but she was always nebulous about that. I’ve always been comfortable with my friends and Diane was no exception. In those hormone filled days I knew far too much about her and she knew far too much about me.

Physically most people noted her height first, a 4’8″ she insisted was 4’9″. She had and has a round friendly face, big wide almond eyes, and beautiful black hair that she had past shoulder length at the time. Her background was Filipino and she wasn’t shy about pointing out her Filipino hips or ass. While I do not know if that meets a specific type, I do have remarkably fond memories of her heart-shaped behind.

The Cable Guy Adventures 2

I should start by saying that this sort of thing doesn’t happen too often. I’ve just been in the business that long I’ve managed to accumulate some stories.
It started the usual way, I got a work order to fix an ongoing connection problem. I rang the doorbell of a nice, but not out of the ordinary house. A lady answered and I was immediately attracted to her. She was dressed like she stepped out of the 1940s, dark hair and a floral dress. Her makeup was pale and her look was demure. The dress buttoned down the front and showed her porcelain like cleavage. Her waist and hips were perfectly proportioned and the dress highlighted those features. She asked me to follow her and I got to take in her hips and stockings from the perfect angle, her low heels accentuating stockinged calves which glided her access the room.
The job was pretty simple in the end. It only took half an hour to do. I asked her to turn on whatever device she used to access the net. She picked up an iPad, which looked a bit out of place among all the retro decor. A couple taps on the screen and she’d bought up a porn site. Nothing graphic, just fetish stuff, stockings and the like. It was a little awkward, but after 20 seconds or so she asked if I liked that sort of thing. I nodded and smiled. She then told me that she made videos like the one she’d just played. It was pretty clear to her that my interest has been piqued. She then suggested a private show. I nodded again like a bashful schoolboy and she told me to come with her.
The bedroom decor was like the rest of the house. It had a big old bed with slatted wooden ends. It was covered in a satin bedspread which set off the 40s theme. She told me she loved the era and asked if I could dress up. She handed me a crisp, white, collarless shirt – the ones that had the button for a starched collar, and gestured to the ensuite. I headed in as quick as I could.
I picked up that she wanted me to clean up, so I jumped in the shower and scrubbed up. I dried myself off and put on the shirt and headed back into the bedroom. She gave me a sweet little smile as she looked at my cock, which was starting to get very interested.
I lay on the bed and she held up some satin ribbon. I took that she intended tie me up so I gave her a nod. She tied my wrists and ankles to the bed, spreading my legs slightly.
When I was sufficiently secured she stepped back from the bed where I could get a clear view. She gave me a nice smile and began to slowly hitch up her dress. She put a leg on a chair and I could see her stocking tops which were attached with ribbon. The stockings were held up by a garter belt, the big old fashioned kind. I could see her thighs, which were smooth and white. Just the sight of her running her fingers up her leg and holding up her dress nearly tipped me over the edge.

[MF] My Morning With Cinnamon [Cuckold] [Massive Tits]

A few months ago I had an old partner resurface in my life, and the brief time we spent together was remarkably, satisfyingly hot, so I thought I’d commit to to story form. I’m not going to bother getting into my history of this individual, but if folks truly crave the rich backstory and have way too much time on their hands, I spent something like an hour rambling about it nearly a year ago for GoneWildAudio, another sub I frequent. You can review my younger self’s sexual escapades with the woman in question [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildaudio/comments/3vf2eh/m4a_cinnamon_story_rambling_interracial/) should you so choose.

I’ll also preface this with another tidbit – the woman in this story, who I have dubbed “Cinnamon” to protect the innocent, spent a lot of time praising the size of my dick. I have a love/hate relationship with recounting stories that in some way revolve around cock size – they are obviously hot and fun to read, but I’m not an idiot so I’m well aware that most folks who read a story written by an author who spends time talking about his monster dong are going to presume that dude is a self-congratulatory liar. So here’s the straight dope: I don’t have a godzilla cock. I don’t, in my opinion, even have a porn cock – at least, not the porn most people want to watch. If you saw my dick in a porn you’d go, “Eh.” You would think to yourself, “Well, this is porn, and that is a cock, but this is not a porn cock. This is a slightly above average, okay cock.”

I had my [F]irst entirely handsfree orgasm!

This happened this morning – I had been playing with someone I met on reddit over messages for a few days, and we had the rule that while I was playing with him I was absolutely not allowed to come (being denied is one of my fetishes). It had already *very* been a long time since my last orgasm, so I was understandably very desperate.

After he was done with me last night, I went to sleep – and when I woke up I was hit with a hornines unlike anything I have felt before – the only thing I could think about was the absolute pulsing need that was between my legs and I could feel the unmistakable sensation of my wetness dripping down out of me.

I knew I still wasn’t allowed to come, and I knew if I started touching I would *absolutely* not be able to stop until I gave myself release, so instead I let out a frustrated moan, turned my head to the side and spread my legs open wide and kind of just… humped the air.

Kerri and Me Pt. 2 [FF],[FF]

Part 2.

[Synopsis, from Part 1: Kerri’s marriage was collapsing and she thought it was because she was a lesbian. I have been friends with her for years, and for some reason, she chose to come out to me. But I am a slut and she certainly picked the right person to tell. It was serious fun, then it became a whole lot of other things.]

The next few weeks went on, Kerri and I shared each other’s house, bodies, it was a delirious time. We nearly got caught when we weren’t paying attention to the time one day. Luckily we heard the girls banging through the garage before they came into the house. Something held them up, Kerri and I ran to the guest room where whipped her clothes on and went out to meet them. I was dressed in very quick time and when I came out, I saw Kerri at the coffee machine and the girls sitting at the breakfast bar. A close call, our carelessness. Later, the relief of getting away with it hit and we were giggling like the girls.

Human Fleshlight [MF]

I was laying in bed with Daddy and he started watching porn so like a good little girl, I started rubbing his dick for him over his sweatpants. After a few seconds he took out his cock and pushed my head down to start facefucking me.

Usually, when I give him head he praises me during it and pets my hair but this time he just gripped the back of my head and ignored me otherwise. He also usually lets me go at my own pace for the most part but the whole time he was just jamming his cock into the back of my throat, I had to keep trying so hard not to vomit. He doesn’t mind when I do but his rule is that if I do I have to lick it back up and the thought is too gross.