Tag: Straight

I came on my friends mom as a young male. The memory made me associate shame with arousal. This is the story of my recovery.

This is based on a true story that I recently submitted to Reddit. HERE is the original story that led to this, and it may make more sense if you read that first. I made an AMA about it, and people suggested reconnecting with the mother, which I did. In an AMA about reconnecting, someone suggested this story. Somehow, I decided to write it. Not sure if I'm glad I did, I'm kind of a mess now. But, here it is:

(The first half of this story is essentialyl 100% true. I marked in bold where it became fiction)

BigD stood in front of the door with trembling knees. If his girlfriend had not been besides him, he doubted he could go through with it. She took his hand in hers and whispered “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to babe”. Somehow, knowing he had her full support gave him the courage to reach out, and, with a shaking hand, ring the doorbell. Read more »

Substitute handjob

all characters depicted are fictional

"Noemi, since you're done with your assignment can you organize these overhead slides for me?"

"Yes Mr. Stoddle," I smiled. I'd do anything for you, Mr. Stoddle. Not only are you a total babe but you're a substitute teacher, and an easy one too. Nothing brightens up my day like seeing you instead of one of the bespeckled lifers. I plop down in the teacher's chair and start organizing the slides, glancing at him occasionally.

He's a skinny white guy and had a nicely trimmed beard. He can't be older than twenty-seven. Once he had his shirt sleeves rolled up, and as I was checking out his meaty forearms I noticed the hint of a half-sleeve tattoo. Ever since then I've been crushing on him harder than any teacher at the school. His smile made lines in his face stand out and came slow, so I could see his lips expand and jaw tighten. Read more »

[mf] [noncon] A Hunter’s Touch: Chapter 1

Thanks for reading! If there's interest, I'll continue posting the chapters.

.Please note that this story contains noncon elements, including attempted centaur rape…fair warning!

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I've lost count of the days.

I woke up in the dark. All I could feel was the moist, squishy dirt against my face. After a few moments, I became aware of a dancing fire in the distance. I lifted my head, hair plastered to my cheeks and forehead, and scanned the horizon. ¬ Twenty-odd centaurs sat on their fat haunches around a campfire, roasting an unidentified animal on a spit. A rather large unidentified animal. I gulped and lowered my head back into the mud. I realized I was quite naked, gagged, and pitifully hog-tied to a small flowering bush.

I began a quiet struggle against my bonds, vicious ropes that cut into the tender skin of my wrists. I rubbed one wrist so raw that I cried out into my gag, a cloth jammed into my mouth secured by another wrapped round my head. Although my cry was muffled, it was loud enough to alert one of the centaurs that I was conscious. Read more »

Good Girl – F/F

She said she loved getting home before I was done with my shower because that was the only time she got to hear me sing. Said my voice filled the bathroom, overflowed into our bedroom, where she could feel the air vibrating with my sorrow or happiness.

When she first told me this, I imagined her solid body resting on my side of the bed, blue buttoned-down work shirt exposing her white undershirt, feet crossed at the ankles, fingers laced behind her head as she stared at the ceiling. I came out and found her like that for real once; eyes closed, face blissful. When she said she loved my singing and began waiting for me on our bed, I began coming out in my towel instead of dressed, getting a rise out of how her beautiful green eyes would follow me through the room.

“What are you looking at?” I’d throw over my shoulder as I re-pinned the loose strands of hair that managed to get away.

“Something awful pretty.” She’d grin at my back from her position on the bed. Read more »

The Toast. [MF][oral][cum/squirt fetish]

Candles light the dining room where Lily and Daniel sit across from each other. The table holds traces of a simple but elegant meal. They are celebrating the sixth anniversary of their marriage, and with the dinner finished, all that is left is a toast – their own special tradition.

“Ready?” he asked her. She only smiled back, her eyes glittering in the candlelight. Daniel got up and slowly began to clear the table, his movements clear and deliberate. She sat there watching him. She knew he was taking his time to build anticipation, as he always does, and it was working. She could feel the warmth starting to build between her legs, and spread her legs slightly under the table. She shivered as the cool air touched the warm flesh of her pussy. She longed to reach down and touch it, she longed to rush across the room and to bury her mouth in his, to tear at his clothes and to rub her flesh against his, bus she just bit her lip and continued sitting, watching her husband now heading casually back from the cupboard with two glasses – one large wineglass and one tall shot glass. He placed them in front of Lily, and pushed the candles to the edges of the table. Read more »

The Master of Castle Oscarshall – Intro & Part 1 [mf] [bdsm]

Introduction: The wheels of the cab rolled along the dusty roads winding through the trees. The evergreen forests of the Norwegian were fullest and brightest in the Summer time, and June first had just arrived. Sabrina should have felt more excited – after all, she has just been awarded a fellowship to do her Master's thesis research abroad in Norway – and yet something was amiss. She couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe it was because Jean's grandparents were Norwegian immigrants to the United States. But, shit, why should she care to think about Jean, anyway. When she decided to go to the University of Warwick in the U.K., Jean just couldn't handle it. She couldn't totally blame him for wanting to take his offer at Cal Poly, but Sabrina hadn't wanted their relationship to fall to pieces over it. And yet, that's just what their careers had done. Almost two years ago, Jean told Sabrina if he had to bear the pain of being apart from her for years, he'd rather not be reminded by phone and video day in and day out. What an asshole. Read more »

[mf] A Gift a Girl Can Give (Fantasy-Themed BJ story)

Arden awoke to the sound of creaking wood. Someone’s at the door. The cobwebs were purged from his thoughts in an instant as hard-learned lessons about what happened to those caught sleeping flashed through his head. He sat up straight upon the divan he’d fallen asleep on and made sure his dagger was still at his side where he’d left it. An agonizing moment passed as the rusty doorknob on the front door grated in the silence.

Lyara stepped smiling into the shop-turned flat they shared with their accomplices, Anya and Lendin. “He’s nearly well and coming home tomorrow,” The dark-haired half-elf said, nearly skipping as she came to plop down next to him on the couch.

“We’ll have to throw him a party,” Arden said, the tense moment evaporated by the good news and the return of his beautiful companion.

“We can even afford to get wine that comes with a label!” Lyara said, her eyes going to the safe hidden behind a false panel in the wall.

“Many a thief has been caught by flashing the rewards of their labor.”

“The job was three weeks ago,” Lyara protested as she leaned against him with her eyes pleading. Read more »

At The Office [mf], pt. 2

Your breath is coming in ragged starts and stops. I put my lips close to yours and ask… "Should I continue?" You silently nod yes.

My teeth sink into your neck, grabbing at your flesh, biting your hungrily. My hands begin to knead your breasts now, a little more roughly. I'm enjoying how pliant and supple your body is. How willing you are. My hands are strong on your breasts, squeezing them and plucking gently at your hardening nipples. I growl into your neck. You can feel my desire. How much I need you, want you, must have you.

Right now.

Still behind you, I press my hips into you, and you can feel the hardness against your behind. I slide a hand down your belly, tracing the curve of your waistband, sliding a finger just underneath your pants, feeling your bare skin. I stop a moment from devouring your neck to kiss you again…deeply, desperately. I move against you and you begin a gently seductive sway of your hips. It is irresistable and I have no intention of resisting. Read more »

The Coin [Werewolf TF M/F] – Part 1

The mid-day rush of people frantically making their way to or from lunch swarmed around Kelly as she dodged along the wide, hot sidewalk. Her muted apologies (Sorry!, Excuse me!, I'm so sorry!) were smothered by the buzzing of conversations, traffic and the sound of the world around her. At a little over five feet tall and a tiny bit under 110 pounds, she felt like a (Duck? Water bug? Hamster in a hamster ball thing?) fighting the raging current of a monstrous river. She grinned at the thought of a hamster furiously scrambling in a floating ball before apologizing to a faceless stranger that accidentally elbowed her.

The crowd thinned a few blocks later as she neared her favorite little diner. As was her habit, she glanced at herself in the large windows of the Macy storefront to see if anything was out-of-place. Skirt still where it should be? Check. No under-the-boob sweat spots on my blouse? Check. No toilet paper trailing on my flats- Kelly stopped and turned to look across the street. Read more »

Vacation – Part 8 of 8 ( mF mFF Inc Mother/Son Aunt/Nephew Coercion)

When I woke up, I was flat on my back, with Aunt Karen laying beside me; she had one leg draped across both of mine and her hand was under the sheet, which was pulled up to our waists, holding my dick. I couldn't see her face, just the top of her head, which was sort of laying on my chest.

Deciding I could get used to waking up to a naked woman stroking my stiffening dick, I stroked Aunt Karen's bare back. She responded by squeezing my dick and bending so that her head moved a few inches down my torso and closer. She was going to suck me, again! At least, that what it seemed like. I moved my hand from her back to the top of her head and, sure enough, she turned and rolled, pulling her knees under her to sort of kneel, curled forward, at my side, with her head just above my cock, which she had pushed the sheet off of. Read more »