![]() ![]() It wasn’t just the school locker room where I heard homophobic remarks. At my school, the very place that I first observed queer curiosity, I was scared to come out, fearing my own physical and emotional safety. I wondered if I could share my desires with some of them, but the fear of being called a “faggot” stopped me. ![]() I would see guys touch each other’s private parts and call them “faggots.” I was alone and horribly confused. In actuality, the same boy that touched the boy in the locker room, later called him a “faggot” in the hallway. In the corner of the locker room, and still in the closet, I felt a moment of joy: What if I wasn’t alone? What if there were other boys that felt the same way I did? Off to the side or in the background, I often overheard boys say things like “nice dick” and “you got a hairy ass.” At one point, I saw a boy playfully touch a classmate. And I can tell you I was not the only one looking. Curious, I couldn’t help but glance at some of them while they changed. My high school locker room completely bewildered me-a small space full of sweaty boys, constantly fighting, and pulling each other’s pants down. I was quiet and observant, and I didn’t yet know if I should, or could, act on those emotions. "synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.I was 14, just starting high school at an all-boys public school in the Bronx, when I began to feel a strong physical attraction to other boys. “You wouldn’t dare!” An evil glint came into his eyes, and a very satisfied male grin graced his lips. I couldn’t stop the words before they were out. He had a hungry, desperate look in his eyes. Right now I want to spank you until you can’t sit down for a week.” His eyes were glued to my breasts. Then you wouldn’t act like a slut for every boy who asked to go into your pants. Maybe I should have spanked you more when you were younger. “Do I need to remind you, that you live under my roof? I pay for your food, and those slutty clothes you aren’t wearing right now. My head jerked up and my mouth opened in shock. He wrapped his fingers around my wrists and roughly pulled me to him. We’re not blood and you can’t tell me what to do.” I tried to grab my shirt but he stopped me. “As your father-” Oh I wasn’t about to let him use that line on me. It would also please me to have sex with my Dad, but he didn't need to know that he was about to give me exactly what I wanted. Excerpt: “I am eighteen, and I can have sex with anyone I please.” I huffed. All characters are over 18 and none of the characters are related by blood. For Adults only! This 6000~ word short story contains graphic language and depictions of sex including taboo daddy/daughter themes, rough sex, spankings, multiple partners, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, fisting, breeding, forced sex, and a girl who gets more than she bargained for in the back of a barn. She gets more than she bargained for with Daddy’s rough discipline and her unprotected pussy is filled with his cum. ![]() Alyssa tempted and teased her Daddy for the last time. At the back of the barn her stepfather finally gives her the consequences of her slutty behavior. It’s time to use a discipline on her that will make a lasting impression. Punished by Daddy Blurb Alyssa is a bad girl acting out because of her forbidden attraction to her stepfather, but Daddy is not letting her get away with this kind of slutty behavior for long.
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