“‘I’m having a few friends over,’ I said. ‘Can I stick around,’ he pleaded. ‘On one condition,’ I replied.”
CFNM
CFNM (clothed female, nude male) stories, pictures or anything else
“CFNM? I Virtually Invented It”
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“I didn’t know there was a name for it. I’d never heard of CFNM. I felt like I’d invented this marvellous new experience, but also that it was the most natural thing in the world. Soon, it was just understood: that was how we were together.”
Not What He Planned
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“Our fantasies matched perfectly, up to a point. It was just the ending that we disagreed upon, but we’d already won that argument.”
What She Says Chapter 04: Sightseeing
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Chapter 4 of my CFNM story “What She Says” is up on Literotica.
I hold your jeans apart so nothing touches your cock. It bobs in the cool air, trying to find something to press against. Your mind is elsewhere, and mine almost is too as I watch it. I glance down at the path: no-one is paying any more attention to us than if we were sitting having a picnic.
What She Says Chapter 3: Hotel Room
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The third part of “What She Says”, called “Hotel Room”, is up on Literotica. It’s more CFNM fun, with our couple meeting up in London. Here’s an excerpt:
“Well, I guess you can’t do anything while you’re tied up…”
Your eyes widen. You’ve barely seen a bare arm, and now you’re going to see me naked? The pressure in your briefs increases again.
I look at you questioningly. “Would you really like me to?” I say, teasingly holding the edges of my robe.
You smile and your eyes glaze over: of course you would.
You can read the next chapter in this CFNM story over on Literotica.
Your Dick Looks Great in Those Heels
StandardIf ever there was a blog that I didn’t expect to exist, this compilation of penises in high heeled shoes must be it.
Here’s a sample:
See more on their website.
Addicted To Pinterest
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The second part of “What She Says” is up on Literotica. The CFNM action continues, and this time with video:
“If that’s true, then if I asked, say, that you take your jeans off, you wouldn’t be able to resist? No?” I can’t believe I managed to form that sentence. You can’t believe I was brave enough to ask.
Your mouth drops open. “Well… I….”
“Would it help if I said please?” I ask and then cover my mouth as I giggle.
The laugh really does cast a spell over you. A smirk grows on my face. Will you really go through with this? My smirk breaks into a broad grin.
For a reason that you’ll never really understand, you start to unbuckle your belt. I lean forward again, transfixed by the movement of your hands.
If you missed it, you can read the first part here and
the second chapter is here.
A CFNM Photo I Like
StandardAfter lamenting that CFNM photos aren’t really for me, I’ve been keeping my eye out for some that are more of a turn-on. I think they need to be one-on-one, with the woman (i.e. me) in complete control.
CFNM vs ENF
StandardHaving written a couple of ENF stories and started a CFNM story, I’ve been wondering which I like best, both as a reader and a writer. The answer, it seems, is both.
After coming to that startling conclusion, and not being entirely sure why, I started thinking about erotic photography, and which of those I prefer. It seems that CFNM pictures do almost nothing for me. I think that’s because I can’t identify with the man in the picture, and the situations are often groups of women humiliating a man and I wouldn’t want to be part of that.
On the other hand, professionally shot ENF pictures are often beautiful to look at because, let’s face it, the female body is usually more beautiful (from a non-sexual perspective) than the male’s, but also because I can often put myself into the picture – albeit I may not be quite as beautiful or skinny enough to pull it off, I’m sad to say. My love of ENF falls completely if the picture portrays force or anything non-consensual, though. At that point it becomes a complete turn-off.
Enough of the words, however, as I think it’s time to post a picture:
Oh, to be blessed with that body and the mask of anonymity… what a fantasy.
Kara Bryn 