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Futanari’s Truth or Dare

The hot California sun hung in the sky so much brighter than the overcast northeast. It’s perfect though. I can finally purchase a home and be free of the frustration of New York rent. Driving around from potential home to potential home with my long lost friend Alina made it even more familiar. She opened the white door of a large home after undoing the keypad. Gesturing me inside, she indicated to the curved stair case, the recent remodel, and the wood paneled floor.

“Now let me tell you, this is one of the few California homes with a basement,” she said. I followed her into the kitchen. Granite counter tops. Nice.

They call it the golden state for the dry grass fields as much as that gold rush a long time ago. I’d flown away from Rancho Cordova and every other sleepy Sacramento suburb over a decade ago. Trading western wine country for northeast ivy leagues and a law degree changed me in more ways than one. Nonetheless, I’m still as ambitious as ever, hornier than normal, and mostly human.

When you get a chance to practice law for a state governor you don’t turn that down.

Alina walked with firmer confidence these days. Her heels clopped on these wood floors and her skirt fit her well. A necklace dangled below her neck, near her breasts, in subtle professional beauty. Her sleek auburn hair was held back in a cute business bun. Damn it had been too long since I’d spent more than a few hours with her. We weren’t raised in the tech bro part of California or the glammy movie start part of California either. We grew up surrounded by flat fields, suburbs, and cattle. It must’ve been a few weeks after high school graduation when we camped up by the rivers. Four of us had been skinny dipping and Alina and I swam off together. Reclining on a boulder near a tree we shared the pain of change together. Alina enrolled at a local community college. I’d gotten my bags packed for the northeast. We’d known each other since the sixth grade and that summer felt like the last we’d ever see one another.

When we a found quiet space down stream, Alina asked me to join a game of truth or dare. I chose dare. She dared me to kiss her, and she dared with a look as if she’d been thinking about it all day. “If we don’t do it now, when will we ever do it?” she teased. I hadn’t ever thought of our friendship that way, and she was right. So I pecked her lips once, and found myself wanting more. We snogged a second time, discovering what our tongues and lips could do. Our connection electrified both our bodies that day, and we made out naked under a hot central valley sun. It was the first of many heedless make outs. Those make outs tempted me. They tempted me to toss away my future and explore more of a life with her. Yet that summer of experimental lust remained only that. I had a life to attain.

I left that August. Alina did two years at the community college, before she married… well we’re not saying his name. Loser.

“I’ll be honest, I absolutely love this house myself,” she smiled. “I might move out of my apartment into here if you don’t buy it, Caitlyn!”

“Is that so? Maybe you should. It would make you-know-who, absolutely jealous,” I said.

Alina waved her hand.

“Oh please, I might want to stab him in the eye sometimes,” she laughed, “but you know what they say? ‘Success is the best revenge.'”

“Especially with alimony,” I added.

“Hmm? Oh Caitlyn I didn’t take as much as you think, you-know-who only just now got a full time job again anyway,” she added. “I sell houses and I’m doing fine.”

Warming inside, I looked to Alina for any hint of lust in her eyes. There’s no hiding mine. As a mostly human, I’ve learned I can have nearly anyone I want, whenever I want. A lot changes in a decade after high school, and me? Oh I had been changed in ways I’d never dreamed. Alina blushed ever so slightly. Glamoring her would have been easier than the time I seduced that sexy track star when I started law school. No way though. I didn’t want Alina like an animate doll dancing to my bidding.

“Shall we check out that basement, Caitlyn?” Alina spoke, cutting the tension.

“Yes.”

We entered the basement. Our shoes touched bare concrete. Alina showed me around the space, describing the possible uses of a nice open basement. She drew my attention to the air ducts above us, noting that this basement could even be air conditioned if I needed it. It was strange though, that a duct apparently dead ended into a wall. Looking even more closely at the dust on the ground, I noticed patterns that didn’t quite make sense.

“What’s beyond this wall?” I said.

“Hmmm?” said Alina. “Solid bedrock. There’s no danger of mold.”

I knocked on the wall. It reverberated like a muted drum.

“You sure?”

Running my hands all over the wall triggered a discovery. Painted over with drywall, a gear’s jagged teeth touched my fingers.

“Look!” I pointed.

Alina examined it, brushed away the dust and then her breath exhaled in excitement. She opened a dusty cabinet on the other side of the basement and pulled out a huge metal wheel. Its hub fit perfectly on the gear, and we turned it together. Something clunked, startling us both.

“That was loud!” Alina said.

“Are you scared?”

“No way!” she said. She sounded not as a real estate professional, but as my excited school friend two weeks after graduation. We cranked the wheel with all our combined strength, and a recessed bookshelf swung open. There was another room.

I took Alina’s hand and we walked through. Darkness greeted us, and I fumbled for a switch. Scones glowed on the walls and illuminated a room decorated like an old world wine cellar. Though this room? It had too be at least the size of the basement itself. A metal framed canopy bed invited us further in. It had metal loops and holes for all the wonderful things I could imagine. Wooden beams in that all too familiar tall x-shape leaned to the side, complete with cuffs. Inspecting them, I found the old furred leather in surprisingly good shape. There was a cabinet, more fetish furniture, and a treasure chest in the room.

“Oh.. Umm… wow!” said Alina. Her face. I could see the excitement on her face before she forced herself back into the manner of a sales professional. “Caitlyn, I had no idea. I’m sure we can get all this cleared out.”

“Why would we do that?” I said smirking.

“It’s naughty and not expected,” she said.

“It’s part of the house Alina,” I said raising my chin. “Though how can I know this works without a proper appraisal?”

“What do you mean?” said Alina. Her gaze already glinted with excitement. She couldn’t hide that from me. I stepped over to her, and touched her shoulder, her necklace, and let my finger wander down towards her breasts. She didn’t stop me.

“I think we need to inspect this room more fully,” I teased. “You want to help me out? Maybe lean against that cross there.”

Alina’s smile was coy, and her eyes glimmered in the soft sensual light of the secret play room. She nodded.

“On my back or my chest?” she demurred.

“You choose,” I said.

Alina took off her jacket. She turned, letting me look at the shape of her chest and waist under the tight button top she wore. She leaned chest first onto that cross. After inspecting the collection of toys in the treasure chest, I picked out a paddle and flogger to begin.

“Been ages, Alina,” I said. I swatted her with my palm and she liked it. Spanking her brought out the other side of me. The not quite human side. “Do you remember that time we went camping?”

“Yes!” she sighed. She gripped the edges

“Do you remember truth or dare?”

I swatted her again for good measure.

“Uh-huh,” she sighed.

“Okay truth or dare?” I asked.

“Dare!”

I hoped she’d say that.

“Get out of the rest of your clothes,” I said. Alina nodded. She unbuttoned her top, kicked off her shoes, and removed her skirt. All that was left was the lace of lingerie that made my own pelvis throb with heat. Fuck, I didn’t expect to tell her how much I’d changed, but it would happen today. I knew it. Alina had a tempting body. The tone of her stomach rolled with each breath. Touching her, I found her skin smooth and tight.

“Pretty sexy bra just for work,” I said with a knowing smirk. I unclasped it at the front and let it fall to the floor. Her nipples pointed out hard. “I’m guessing its pretty, functional too, yes?”

Alina leaned back to the cross.

“It’s my turn to ask?” she said.

“Naturally. Dare,” I said.

“Hit me with those toys,” she said.

I strapped Alina in at her ankles and wrists. Her long back and the cheeks of her ass faced me. Something though, didn’t quite work. I undid her bun and brushed her hair to the side of her face. My friend, beautiful in her exposure, trusted me so. It took effort to keep my secret from showing itself, and I took out my own tension with a paddle first. Each impact on her cheeks made Alina cry in pleasure. Moaning drove me even more wild and more wet within. That’s when I went at her back with a flogger. My lashing began with a light touch, then a strike. Each whap I made harder than the previous strikes. Alina yelped out and the echoes excited me more.

 

“Are you okay?” I said. I pressed my breasts to her back, and held my head over her shoulders. “I could beat you harder, or softer all night.”

“I like it. I like at that strong,” she confessed.

“Okay, truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

“How many clients have you fucked to close a deal?”

“At least six.”

“At least? You mean you don’t know for sure?”

“Some were just for fun,” sighed Alina.

“Naughty!” I chided her. “When did you become such a slut?” I delivered further beatings to Alina. The pressure within my pelvis grew even more unbearable. Still, I controlled my excitement, and took a break. Hanging there, with pants of pleasure, Alina relaxed. Perspiration and faint marks from the toys shown on her back side.

“My turn?” she whispered.

“Certainly. I’ll take a dare.”

“You get naked now too.”

I unbound my submissive friend, and turned her around. I yanked off her panties, letting the glistening mounds of her pussy free before me at last. Then I strapped her to the beams once more. Looking to me with a hazed stupor, she whispered, “strip, Caitlyn.”

“Here’s a bonus truth for you,” I said as I pulled off my top, and got rid of my bra. “Things changed quite a bit back east. I changed.”

I undid my skirt. Every single slip of cloth tingled against my skin and my soaked panties tickled when I removed them. Alina, still confined, looked to me with craving. I dove to her, held her cheeks, and pushed my tongue into her. So tense. I was so damn tense. I couldn’t hold it back any more. Covering my pussy, I took a step back.

“Ready?” I said.

“For?” Alina said bewildered. All it took was one wiggle at my own clit. My lady dick emerged in a violent upward thrust from on top of my own pussy. Oh it felt so good for it to finally come out. Alina’s eyes looked to it in shock, and her mouth hung upon as if hungry. Saliva dripped from her lip. She gazed back at me, and bucked her pussy forward.

“You’re not scared?” I said.

She shook her head.

“Then get fucked,” I replied.

I pressed my breasts to Alina’s. I sleeved myself inside of her sopping tight wetness, making her gasp in shock. He dripping within marinated my stiff lady cock and I slipped in and out slowly. We ceased to be lawyer and realtor now. We had become as we should have been so long ago: vigorous, reckless, lovers.

“Fuck me, Caitlyn,” she stammered.

“Yes,” I said. My arms curled around the beams. I locked lips with Alina once more and she pushed her tongue to mine in a lustful struggle. Then I banged my hips in and out so hard that the cross began to shake. My Alina, my long lost friend, moaned for me and I for her. Each of us exhaled harder. Her milky breath brushed against my hair and she pulled at her cuffs.

“I’m going to come,” she whispered. Her pussy constricted around my girl cock.

I hammered her harder. Gushing, that unmistakable hot gushing, of her fluids splashed. She shook her restraints which each spasm and she grunted as the pleasure overwhelmed her body. Though I could not, and I would not relent. My cock smashed into her aching smooth softness until spittles of cum released with the spasms of my own orgasm. Kissing Alina manically again, I slid out. She hung there, worn out and I stumbled to stand myself.

“Truth or Dare, Alina,” I said while unbuckling her wrist restraints.

“Truth.”

“Did you know this room was here? This whole time?”

“I knew the previous owner had left something,” she said. “I knew what she had been into.”

“Curious though she left so much to play with,” I chided. Alina’s arms fell around my shoulders, and I held her for a short moment.

“So are you going to make an offer or are you passing on this house?”

I laughed with her. The released her completely from her the cross.

“Oh I’m definitely buying this,” I declared. “I think this will be the first of many delightful nights in the basement.”

We got back into our clothes and then groomed ourselves in a closet mirror.

“Hey Caitlyn, truth or dare,” Alina said in a crisp business tone.

“Truth, and you want to know how I got the lady dick don’t you?”

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Quarantine in Los Angeles: Where Would You Be Right now?

In the years before the lonely apocalypse, I expressed my love of leather in the form of corsets, boots, chokers and everything I would wear to the Southern California Ren Faire. As you surely know, coming weekends are canceled. For we have all sworn oaths of solitude until this plague passes over us. We are left to only listen to the prophets in our podcasts denounce our rulers like the prophets of Israel decried their kings.

Sigh.

Were I at the Ren Faire, I’d probably spend all my money on pewter things again. Yes, I have problem. It’s pretty much the only material I love as much as leather. Now, don’t tell me it has lead in it because it bloody well doesn’t. The Pewter-smiths of Fellowship Foundry swear it. I have at least a dozen articles of pewter jewelry but my biggest manic splurge ever was this:

Fellowship Foundry

In my defense, I didn’t spend all the money for these. My primary and I split the cost, naturally. We came upon this pair shortly after we realized we’d been together for a year and half. Day jobs, Los Angeles housing, and honestly our preferences have kept us in living separately. Nonetheless our fun glasses have never failed to entertain when we share nights together.

The first weekend we had them we watched a train wreck in slow motion. Neither of us had seen any episodes of Game of Thrones season eight yet. Our pirate glasses remained ever full as we mourned and drank to the wake of our favorite show. Another time, we brought our glasses to a our first Dungeons and Dragons table top night (again, in the before time), and sipped red wine as if it was the blood of the enemies in which we trampled upon (I played a Barbarian. Deal with it).

Now? Well thanks to quarantine we still raise glasses to another, toasting through digital screens as we play remote games or simply catch up on our new hermit reality. We hope for our beloved Ren Faire next year.

As always small business vendors suffer the worst right now. So please, raise glass, take a shot, drink some ale for Fellowship Foundry.

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Quarantine in Los Angeles: Wear Whatever You Want

Before the lonely apocalypse, I worked in an office. There, I developed a mild case of C.R.O.W. disorder (that’s “Corned Rabid Office Worker” see this book for more details), which in hindsight wasn’t so terrible. I didn’t worry that I might die by groceries or if Donnie the Neckbeard sneezed in my face again.

Yet at said C.R.O.W. disorder inducing offices -including some education related ones- I must obey a dress decorum. As kinky as I am, as outgoing as I am, I won’t stride into work in a pleather mini skirt and my Demonias. Now working at home I can wear pretty much whatever I want, but how do I telegraph that I’m kinky if there’s no one to send a stealthy signal too?

One cloudy November before the lonely apocalypse, I attended an art convention and met Kevin of Geeky and Kinky. Kevin loves what he does and these pins are his only job. Sadly, he’s had to cancel events because of the Corona Virus. Online sales though? They’re still going strong.

Subtle, small, yet completely unambiguous, his enamel pins like the one above signal your kink to a vanilla social environment . Looking to get to the “what are you into?” icebreaker question in a hurry? I’m into a submissive ranger today. What are you into?

Now when in those offices, one still needs to practice discretion. Something too blatantly kinky might get you sent to HR. Maybe your plan to scare that one guy away backfires and instead encourages Donnie the Neckbeard. One must strike a happy medium.

The Mistress D pin fit well with my otherwise vanilla work outfits. It’s crystal clear about who I am, yet tame enough that I never had a meeting with HR Mommy.

It attracted the right kind of people. In the office, one of the graphic designers noticed it, and she asked me about it. We hadn’t really talked too much before since we worked on different floors. Yet that week we had a candid, honest, and kinky conversation during an off site lunch.

She always said she’d play sometime, because she’d never played too much with anyone. We texted a few times and our schedules never matched.

Maybe now, in our mutually lonely apocalypse, it will finally be the time for her meet Mistress D.

Happy quarantine, Los Angeles.

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Quarantine in Los Angeles: This is Our Life Now

Less than ten minutes ago, my phone buzzed like it was an amber alert. “A kidnapped child?” I thought to myself wondering what monster would do such a thing in a time like this. An anxious part of me screamed to turn on the news, or perhaps don my gas mask, hazmat suit, and dare to go outside scouring license plates like a obsessive suburban mother doing her neighborhood watch.

That buzz was announcement from the city: stay at home. COVID-19 is terrible. Listen to the mayor of Los Angeles. Listen to the CDC. Subtext: ignore the mad resident of the White House.

This is my life now. I’m safe. I’m drawing a paycheck. I’m even working from home, and still like everyone else I am absolutely sad.

We’ve all been cancelling trips. Avoiding nights out. Missing friends. Missing family. I personally haven’t seen a soul other than my primary in the last week and half. Oh wait no, I did see the mail man. He waved at me through the window of my apartment yesterday. How’s that for a boring dystopia?

Yet through it all the one thing I worry the most is not my own job, but the communities and people that have made Los Angeles my home over the last decade. Every small business that I’ve supported, and independent artist I’ve know is having their lives up fucked up here.

So what should I do? I think I’ll support them.

This blog is all about erotic content, but you’ll posts about communities that are adjacent to a kinky life. Think of them as product reviews. If you got some change to spare during this insanity, support some some business.

Coming up, Geeky and Kinky pins.

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Hello world!

Hello World,

This is my first post on a soon to be literary porn site.

 That’s what happens when Corona Virus shuts down our life. You return to all those projects that you couldn’t do before. So… with that said, let’s get to some real stuff soon.
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