Sunday, 25 November 2018

The date

Another attempted dabble at non-heterosexual erotica. Was Alyssa fair to treat her date this way? Is this a healthy way to discover your sexuality? Appropriate way to treat an extrovert? Read on and enjoy!


"Oh please, I'm absolutely not homophobic,"
"But you just admitted to lying about being bi to tempt me on this date!"
"Yes, I did and I'm sorry. But that doesn't make me homophobic,"
"Just an idiot,"
"Right. Just a massive idiot."

Nose and tongue piercing, bright blue hair, long dangling earrings. Alyssa looked as though she had just graduated from art college. This would be an incorrect observation; she'd graduated seven years ago, she just had good skin.

Cortina's father had named him after his favourite car. It was a ridiculous name and so everyone called him Cort - a suitably exotic-sounding name for an underwear model. Cort's average work day consisted of 5 hours at the gym, 1 hour of hair removal or tanning, 10 minutes of nibbling at a salad and 1 hour of being photographed by Alyssa.

In his endearingly gruff Sheffield accent he'd asked her out on a date, using his sexuality as a hook. In her plain Home Counties accent she'd agreed, curious about getting to know a model whose sexuality matched her own.

After Cort admitted he wasn't actually bi-sexual, he then further admitted that he hadn't ever fully explored the idea of it. Once A,USA had made it clear that he was an idiot she decided to take him to her favourite place; a gay club owned by her friend Tom. The club boasted acts which were sufficiently x-rated to whip the mainly male audience into a frenzy of arousal. 

At the club Cort watched in uncomfortable fascination as one muscular and oiled beefcake fellated another. Desperate to get his reaction Alyssa allowed herself another ten minutes of this tantalising performance before grabbing her date's hand and whisking him out and into a nearby diner.

"So?" She asked after they'd slid into a secluded booth.
", all good," he replied, not sure how to respond.
"You enjoyed it?"
"Well, kinda,"
"You seem uncertain,"
"I am, that was pretty intense."

Alyssa couldn't disagree and felt a twinge of guilt that maybe she'd taken things a little too far and fast for the model. She then realised that he wasn't reacting with disgust, but rather curiosity. An idea began to form in her mind.

"What did you think of those two guys sucking cock?" She asked, rather crudely.
"I'm not sure, although it was interesting to get a close-up view,"
"Would you like to go on another date there? Tim could arrange a special performance,"
"Maybe, but not tonight."

Before they departed Alyssa accepted a quick kiss on the lips. When this evening had begun a few hours ago she wouldn't have contemplated such intimacy, but her date had pleasantly surprised her. When confronted with such an overt challenge to his sexuality he had responded with open-minded contemplation, rather than hostility.


Several dates into this relationship, Alyssa's idea which had been seeded on that first evening together was now ready to bear fruit. It was turning out to be an unusual coupling; occasional fumbling in the evenings where they both exulted at the touch of the other. And then the normal working day where Alyssa had to photograph her lover wearing a vast array of underwear, each shutter click a marker of her increasing arousal and desperation to fuck him. Patience.

This, now, was the point at which she should open her heart a little and allow herself to start falling in love. An incident with a cheating previous partner had, however, kept her feelings at bay. The idea which had been conceived in that gay club had grown into a rather convoluted plan - a plan that would hopefully allow her to start trusting again.

Is everything ready for tonight? she'd texted Tim.
Yes, Cort will be in excellent hands, the club owner replied.

Cort arrived promptly at Alyssa's apartment wearing jeans and a white t-shirt (both tight). They'd earlier talked about how adventurous they both were and she had subtly reminded him of his claim to be bi-sexual. The conversation had made him trepidatious about this evening.

Alyssa wondered if she were being unfair to Cort, or even acting unethically. She'd wanted to make this evening's proceedings a surprise but, her conscience getting the better of her, she decided to unveil the outline of her plans in the taxi to Tim's club.

"So, you've now told me that you're bisexual, adventurous and also enjoyed at least a level of curiosity at the gay club the other night," she began.
"And you're an underwear model so I know you're an exhibitionist,"
"Um, I guess,"
"Well, I've arranged a little something for you at the club,"
"Oh. A test?"
"Yes...well, no. Kind of, but if you're not comfortable with it that's fine, we can go from there,"
"OK. Hmmm," Cort paused and there was silence whilst Alyssa anxiously let him think things through. He continued; "I know you were previously treated like shit and understandably have trust issues. If I can help you through those tonight I will certainly try."

Stop it, not yet, Alyssa told herself whilst looking into his grey eyes and trying not to fall in love. 

It was already busy in the club, but Tim had reserved Alyssa a seat near the stage. He then took Cort away. She was surrounded by hot and horny men plus a scattering of over-excited women.

A stripper - entirely naked - was coming to the end of his act and Alyssa's nerves were temporarily replaced with arousal. Then the curtains came down and her nerves returned and doubled.


Anders had carefully explained the act and tried to put him at ease. With one last check that Cort was happy to proceed - and making it clear that it's perfectly fine to stop at any time - he left the model with his costume as well as a bottle of lube.

"I'm a driller and you're the well," Anders had summarised before disappearing to get changed.

Five minutes later Cort was led onto the stage. Behind the curtains his ankles were shackled to the ground and his wrists handcuffed behind his back. He could just about make out the narrow hole beneath him.

In the few moments he was left alone, a surge of doubt coursed through him. But then the curtains began to rise and, standing in darkness, he looked out on over a hundred people. He noticed Alyssa on the front row and decided to focus on a spot at the back of the room. All he had to do was stand there.

Gradually the lights rose - garish red and blue. Anders glided onto the stage. He was born to be a dancer with his slight but strong frame. He wore tight-fitting blue overalls which were smeared with oil, as well as a yellow hard hat. Neither restricted his entrancing fluid movement. The hat was discarded almost immediately to reveal his long blonde hair. The overalls followed shortly after leaving him wearing only black calf-length worker boots and a black leather thong.

Cort's costume was not entirely dissimilar to the clothes he'd been wearing at the start of the evening, but with one key difference; it was a patched together with Velcro. This allowed Anderson to tear it off piece-by-piece which he did as he leapt and danced around the shackled man. Unlike the dancer, Cort was wearing nothing beneath and so when the final scrap of costume was torn off he was left standing entirely naked. The audience's whoops and screams were deafening.

Anders produced a bottle of baby oil which he suggestively squirted over the hapless Cort. His hands went everywhere and the model experienced his first test of his sexuality. So far so good.

The dramatic, thumping music quietened and the audience did too. Anders got to his knees and pretended to pull something from the floor. The stage began to very slowly spin. Out of that narrow hole emerged a silver metal cylinder, rounded and bulbous at the top. It slowly rose in time with Anders's movements and was soon pushing between Cort's perfect buttocks, just as his rear was facing the audience.

Riveted, the men and women watched as the cylinder gradually penetrated the bound hunk. When the stage started spinning again Anders's recommenced his dance and the cylinder slowly thrust in and out of Cort's ass. Another test for him, and this one he enjoyed - the cool metal filling him and teasing his prostate.

The audience was now in raptures. Alyssa was soaking wet and wanted nothing more than to leap on stage and get her hands on her exquisite date. But she remained seated and still, entranced by this wonderfully erotic act.

Cort's final test. Anders occasionally paused in his dance to take the other man in his mouth. Cort had never felt anything like it before - Anders's tongue licked him repeatedly on the most sensitive spot on his frenulum. His mouth knew exactly when to plunge down to take him all in or to travel down to suckle on those heavy dangling orbs.

All the while Cort's ass continued to be steadily fucked. Anders's danced then sucked, danced then sucked. He was a master of timing and, sensing the right moment, positioned himself behind the model and grasped his stretched, hard cock.

The music stopped, replaced by a rumbling soundtrack. The rhythm of the ass fucking doubled, matching Anders's hand stroke. Cort threw his head backwards - thrusting out his pecs and surrendering his cock to the dancer's expert touch. A surge of cum spurted from the quivering model, splashing on the stage and even hitting some of those on the front row. Alyssa watched in jealousy as the man next to her yelped in delight as a drop of semen landed on him.

Lights off, curtains down. Cort trembled as he listened to the ecstatic crowd. The cylinder had retreated back under the stage and a stagehand released him from bondage. Anders helped him off stage.

"Fucking spectacular," the dancer said to him before squeezing his butt and disappearing into a changing room.

Someone handed Cort some wet wipes and he spent several minutes cleaning up. He quickly dressed then found his phone.

I'm waiting outside. A x

Alyssa couldn't stay in the club. She couldn't wait to get her man home and fuck him all night long. Having now seen him entirely naked it only seemed fair to return the favour. 

Cort stepped into the street, lube still dripping from inside him. He saw Alyssa and smiled, happy to see her and relieved to have passed the test in a most enjoyable way. In her own weird way Alyssa knew now that she could allow herself to fall in love.

Friday, 23 November 2018

Craving cunnilingus

My thoughts can turn to licking her at any time. When I see that soft triangle of her bare cunt, when I'm staring thoughtfully out of the bus window, when I'm doing something as mundane as loading the dishwasher. 

At such times I crave putting my mouth between her legs, parting her labia and placing my lips on that silky soft pinkness. I indulge in taking a moment to enjoy the feel of her beneath my tongue before seeking out the tiny ridge line atop which is nestled her hooded clit.

I circle it with my tongue, move further out - all the way to her thighs which I kiss before licking back to the heat of her pussy. Finally my tongue flicks her emerging clit, swishing patterns until it is swollen and suckable.

If I'm doing my job right I'm rewarded by the taste of her salty juices mingling with my saliva. Her hips rise then fall and I feel her pushing my head away. I hold her wrists and continue, drawing out the orgasm until she can truly take no more.

Both she and I are sated, for now.

Saturday, 17 November 2018

The other guy

"M really wants to meet you"

Being told by a new partner that their other partner would like to meet was a new experience for me. On reflection it made me like them before we'd even met; they wanted to check - in a non-possessive way (new partner would be there too) - that I was a trustworthy person (as much as they could over a one-hour lunch).

It was a surprisingly comfortable experience. She had been late and so me and he began conversing before she arrived and discovered we got on rather well. When she did arrive the conversation remained on course but included her. We didn't talk about sex, BDSM, or non-monogamy. Just three people chatting about normal, every day things.

Later my partner told me that her other had enjoyed meeting me. You know what? I felt the same way. I don't feel the need to meet again though, although it seems perfectly fine for her to talk about him with me or for me to bring him up in conversation. There are no feelings of jealousy here. In fact, I feel a sense of gratitude that he's there for her whilst I'm away.

Slowly, year-by-year, I'm beginning to get a handle on this ethical non-monogamy thing. I know that there will be more pain ahead, but I'm going to enjoy what I have today and continue to be pleasantly surprised at how my feelings develop.

Friday, 16 November 2018

Yvette makes a porn

Here's a little story about falling into the wonderful rabbit hole of porn performance.


"Do you like being naked in front of these men? Being filmed so that many more men will see you? Just think of those thousands and thousands of dicks that will be getting hard looking at your body."

She did like the thought of that, it made her feel liberated and slutty. One of the men instructed her to kneel on the desk with her breasts pushed against its cold glass surface. Another man spread her buttocks so that yet another could easily access her cunt and asshole with his wet tongue.

An hour ago Yvette had been going about a day she had lived many, many times over. Put the washing on, tidy the house, go to the supermarket. It was during her walk to the latter that her routine life had been interrupted by a phone call. The disruption, however, had been seeded weeks before when she'd met a guy at a bar. They'd hit it off and he eventually told her what he did for a living.

That same guy was now standing naked by the desk, smiling encouragingly at her. Yvette trusted him, a lot. The days they'd spent together after meeting at that bar had been very happy days for them both, a happiness that resulted from finding someone who you get along with better than anyone else you've ever met.

It helped that he had a magnificently smooth and thick cock, which she was now being instructed to take into her mouth. Just as she enveloped him in her mouth she felt a tongue pressing against her clit. She let out an involuntary moan and surrendered herself to whichever expert was attending to her.

Oh god, another tongue, this one poking down into her asshole. Tongue-fucked by two men, the cock of another in her mouth. Heaven. She could hear the director instructing the men what to do with her. She was only expected to be naked, spread and willing to be manipulated into whichever position they could enjoy her most in.

She knew that mainstream porn was problematic, that it went against her ideals as a feminist. But she was thoroughly enjoying herself and earning a small fortune too. Her man, Rhys, stood back and slipped on a condom. Only he was allowed to fuck her. She looked back into his lusty brown eyes. One of the other men replaced him at her mouth and she tasted herself on this new cock. 

Rhys turned her over, with her butt on the edge of the desk so that he could gently ease in. With her asshole no longer available to him, the third man joined his colleague and she now had two hard, eager cocks to satisfy with her lips and tongue. She'd never had so much hot man flesh in her mouth.

In addition to the director, a soundman and two cameramen stood close by. Normal, innocent Yvette naked in a room of seven men, three of whom were taking it in turns to fuck her. The other four were visibly enjoying their jobs.

"OK, 69 her Rhys," the producer ordered, "one of you rim her, the other can share her mouth."

Yvette groaned in delight - both at being objectified in this way and at how one of the tongues on her continued to plunge deep into her ass. Her thoughts briefly flickered over how this all may affect her career, but then she remembered how empowered and enriched she felt right now and mentally changed the course of her life.

Eager to please, she used one hand to spread her butt as her fellow actor continued his oral fucking. Rhys was working his usual magic on her clit and she felt an oncoming orgasm begin to squeeze itself through her body.

Such a glorious cock, such a beautiful man, Yvette thought as she sucked on her muscular lover. She then became aware that the cameras were focused entirely between her legs and buttocks. A shame that they don't make the most of these delicious men.

Resolving to make her own porn for the female gaze (when she'd made enough to fund it), Yvette concentrated on the task at hand. Fortunately, as before, that task involved being nothing more than an object for the men to manipulate into whichever position pleased them most.

Now came the predictable finale. She was on her knees, one man fondling her ass, the other groping her tits whilst the third unburdened himself of cum all over her face. Then another; cum mingling with cum. Finally came Rhys, in vast creamy quantities. The sticky liquid oozed down her cheeks and chin.

"Lick your lips and smile," she was instructed.

The camera lingered on her bukkake'd visage whilst she ran her tongue over her dripping lips. And then it was over. Rhys brought her a towel and she wiped herself clean whilst the other actors dressed.

"Excellent work," the producer said. He slapped her butt then went to watch a replay in the corner of the room.

Rhys absent-mindedly stroked the cleft of her slapped cheeks then leaned in for a deep kiss. She remained naked; art to be admired by the men in the room and beyond the camera lens. Happy with her place as a sex toy for now, in the back of her mind her porno plans developed.

Sunday, 4 November 2018


A story based on true events. I hope to one day experience something similar again.


This is not the sort of environment in which I feel comfortable; a dark, hot club with music so loud you can feel it through the floor. The walls seem shiny and I imagine that even they are sweating. People shout and jostle, all familiar with one another. I don't know them and would feel intimidated were it not for you.

I instruct you to lead through the crowd. They part when they see you and turn to watch as you pass. And who can blame them? You look spectacular in your black corset, skimpy thong and shiny high heels. Even though others are similarly attired, it is you who has all the attention. But maybe I'm biased.

Tugging gently on your leash I indicate that you should sit on a bench. I join you and we survey the scene on the dance floor below. Men gradually sit beside us I converse with someone dressed in black leather. We talk about you and how incredible you look. I respond to a question about your availability; "Only I get to play with her, but feel free to look." 

Feeling bad about this selfishness I toss the men some morsels; what your kinks are, how submissive you can be, what it feels like to be inside you. All eyes are on your pale fleshy rear as I lead you away. Later you tell me how aroused you were by being discussed in this way. You're a strong, successful woman but having a man talk for you and objectify you is, in the right circumstances, a massive turn-on.

I follow you up some steps, my eyes fixated on your mesmerising bare bottom as it wiggles away. Delicious. "Here," I order and you assume a kneeling position, your legs now blackened by the dirty floor. I make a mental note to help you clean up later. Acceding to the pitifully hungry look in your eyes, I unfasten my trousers and allow you my cock.

Heat passes from your hands to my thighs. They rest there and support your weight as you stand, bent at the waist with your head down and your ass up. The men with whom I spoke earlier gather behind you. Distracted only momentarily by these other aroused cocks, you quickly resume your focus on mine.

I'm grateful that it's warm in here and that I don't have to worry about you being cold. So very proud of you, so unashamedly smug that you're all mine, I remove your underwear to expose you to our audience. We had discussed limits before we came to this club and, whilst you didn't want to be touched by anyone other than me, you were happy to show your naked form off to anyone who cared to look. Right now there appeared to be many who cared to look.

Just behind me another couple are engaging in the very same act; a dominant man reclining on a bench, his hard flesh revealed for his naked sub to suck on. I notice you looking at her and wonder if you're thinking about the fact you're as exposed as she. This thought encourages me to ease my fingers into your cunt, then seek out that other nearby orifice. I exult at its tightness and how it clamps on my digits when my touch results in your heightened pleasure.

It isn't just men who are now watching us, but it is only men who are bold enough to play with themselves as they do so. The crowd begins to close in. Whilst the exhibitionist in me enjoys the attention on my saliva-slick cock, I sense your discomfort. Pushing myself back into my trousers, I pull your underwear back on, spank you a few times and then lead you out of the club.

Fully dressed we hurry into a taxi and away to our hotel. Glancing across at you I feel as though I couldn't be more proud and my heart swells with unbridled adulation. In the privacy of our room I strip you naked so that I may demonstrate my endless appreciation and blossoming authoritative love.