You know what? I have a rather active imagination sometimes, and my girlfriend Vul is such an enabler, you know? After she sort of… opened the door to a bit of humiliation and restraint, my imagination went ‘whee’ and started taking me in directions I didn’t know I wanted to go.
This is another in what may or may not become a series of stories about my inevitable, delightful descent into depravity.
Content warning: This story is NSFW. It contains angsty tieflings, consensual violence, restraints, and a few naughty things.
Vul has always been bi leaning gay, but the culmination of all of the things has meant that before me, her only experience with a woman was so bad that I'm STILL offended on her behalf. She can tell you that story if she likes but it was actually that bad. Seriously.
Me? I dunno, it's not like I haven't been with a guy, I like them in theory, it's just the few... okay the one guy I've been with it was like... why did I even get undressed, you know? So we're kind of opposites there.
My girlfriend and I offer each other, well… scenarios to think about sometimes. One of the recent scenarios involved a sort of friend of ours, with me like… unable to resist. For reasons I’m still… exploring… the idea continues to resonate nearly a week later.
The more you know…
Content Warning: This story is NSFW as fuck. It contains explicit sex, restraints, Dio’s potty mouth, and tiny bit of dom.