Mismatched Ch. 01 - A Portentous Grin

The following is a work of erotic fiction and is in no way meant to represent real people or events. It is completely written and owned by me, OfStarsAndDreams. Contents: F, M/m, fetish, BDSM, blackmail, nonconsensual, degradation, verbal/situational humiliation, insults, raw/emotional, name calling, forced bi, bisexual, infidelity, clothed female nude male, ex-girlfriend, submission, psuedo-cuckold, oral (M/m, nonconsensual), non-consent, documentation without consent, threats, emotional abuse, emotional manipulation, psychological abuse, emotional sadism, gloves, lube, heels Let's begin! ********** "So I'm here, what do you want?" I wrapped my arms a little around myself, in part from nervousness and in part from the cold - this concrete block of a room, some sort of an abandoned warehouse or working facility, probably never had any sort of heating installed to begin with and sure as hell wasn't feeling super cozy now. "No need to be so curt with me, you

She sighed as she leaned on the counter, her mind drifting as she absent-mindedly mixed her favorite drink. It had been a stressful week and all she wanted now was to relax, enjoy her weekend and her man. She'd been pushing hard to finish the project at work, and her constant worries about completing it to her exacting standards has been weighing her down. She knew she was a perfectionist, but that's the way she'd always been, and it has served her well so far, 2 promotions within 2 years and she was climbing the ladder fast. She had been pushing so hard, she did worry that he was feeling neglected, and that brought a frown to her delicate features. But that small frown disappeared as she realized he'd be walking in the door soon. The sound of his diesel truck pulling in the driveway a welcome respite from the weariness weighing on her. Catching a whiff of his scent, the sweat, aftershave and musk of a hard day's work pouring off of him stirs a longing in her as h

Part 1 of this story was the beginning of my day at the health club. It started with a conventional swim and ended up with me being spit-roasted, well used, and put away wet in the sauna. From the sauna I managed to stumble my used, cum soaked body to the showers. The shower stalls are large, equipped with a bench, multiple shower heads, and a shower wand. They are also private. I make my way in, adjust the water to a hot, soothing spray, close my eyes and begin to enjoy a good, long soak. I begin soaping my body getting every last nook and crevice clean. I fill my hands with the liquid soap, bend over and give my ass a full cleaning including probing my opening with my fingers. I adjust the shower wand for maximum flow into a single pulsing stream and bend over. This is amazing. It feels like I'm fucking my ass with a stream of water. My cock starts to stir. My hands find their way between my legs as I soap and stroke by balls and cock. It's now as hard as it has been at any

The dream always began with distant music, a pennywhistle or pipe playing a rhythmic, insistent tune. Her heart beat faster and she hurried into the woods, dodging between bushes and branches as she strained to hear and follow the music. There it was, off to the left. She slipped down a bank to the edge of a brook and grasped a branch to get her balance. Then she saw him, in a clearing across the water. He was a small man, perched next to a clay jug on a fallen log, sunlight streaming into the glade and lighting up his face and bare chest. He had a small pointed beard and powerful shoulders and he played his pipe with rapid clever fingers. She stopped and stared, catching her breath. His legs were hairy and naked and ended in hooves. On his head were the nubs of two tiny horns. He noticed her and looked up, catching her gaze but not slackening his song. He stared at her appraisingly, then the corners of his eyes and mouth lifted. He had the face of a joker from a deck of cards, only

Chapter 1 ( The evolution of a sissy ) It is funny how life can often change unexpectedly and make you wonder how that happened. For instance, take this sissy named Kelly. In his mid-twenties and to the outside world, just a typical man going to work each day, football matches, going out drinking with friends and attempting to date women, even if 99% of the time failing at that. Like many today, he has a secret, that being when getting over horny, his weak-will takes over his brain and will often end up in a night of sexual lust by himself. I know, nothing out of the ordinary. Still, this lad usually ends up wearing the pair of very well worn customized "By the previous owners" panties he bought from an online Dominatrix. Within seconds of sliding the female scented and stained pink satin up his legs, he is rock hard and making a small tent out of the panties. So begins the regular ritual like so many other Fridays nights before. Endless hours scrolling through Femdom and c