Three stories, each of them is exactly 200 words... because why not?
1- Girl Friends (F/F)
There’s nothing inherently sexual about nudity. Especially among girls, you know. Especially Emily.
We’re practically sisters. Grew up together. We were neighbors our whole lives. We went to school together. We vacationed together.
We shower together too. It’s a girl thing, you wouldn’t understand.
We kiss each other on the mouth, occasionally. Not a full kiss, just a little peck on the lips. In some culture, this is the go-to greeting between family members and close friends.
We share everything. If you keep secrets from your best friend, you’re a guy. And we are definitely not guys.
That’s how I know she likes to be dominated in bed… and in general. It’s not purely sexual the way she describes it. It’s almost… spiritual, you know. An intimate connection between two souls.
She even tried it with me, but don’t get the wrong idea.
I was intrigued. She had a long dry spell.
She got naked. I had her over my knee. I spanked her until her bottom was red and hot. She went into a trance-like state towards the end.
Kept thanking me and saying that this was exactly what she needed.
It’s just what good friends do, you know.
2- Begrudgingly (F/M)
The sky was dark above, matching the gloomy mood of my parents. They don’t fight. That’s for the novices. Instead, they play a pro game of passive aggressiveness. My dad keener to play than my mom, contrary to the stereotype.
As I understand it, the goal of the game is to make the other party snap under pressure. It’s a covert dance of wills, and the first to resort to overt measures, loses.
I’m yet to see Mom lose. There’ a poetic justice in that. Dad seems to be the instigator more often. Whoever enters the battlefield first, should leave it in defeat.
Then, they take their make-up business to the bedroom. Not sex. Though sex is only natural between spouses, but I wouldn’t know, nor need to know, about that. I’m only privy to what occurs between them in their bedroom because of the loud noise.
Again, not sex.
Or maybe it is. They emerge from that noisy activity with the kind of glow normally associated with love-making.
But the sounds are unmistakable. Heavy leather meeting bare skin.
The suppression of responses is near perfect. But not completely so. Dad does wail like a little girl, to be honest.
3- Finish Last! (M/FM)
She’s perfect. Way above my league. Way above any man’s league. She’d be better off as a lesbian. Only other girls can be as perfect.
But she wasn’t a lesbian.
She was married to my dad.
Twice her age. Big belly. Receding hair. I wouldn’t marry my dad and I’m his only son!
And he’s not that appreciative of the goddess he married. I’d give her all my money if I were her husband. And my action figures.
He didn’t exactly neglect her either.
Or so I thought until the eventful day when I returned home minutes after leaving to my cashier job. I had forgotten my cellphone, if you must know.
There she was. On the same sofa upon which I usually sit. The goddess. Naked. Over the fat guy’s lap. Getting a spanking. Not the fun kind of spanking; a good, hard spanking!
I lost it, man. Told him exactly what I was thinking. He should be worshiping the ground she walked on.
Turned out his methods were exactly why this goddess chose him. She told me so herself; he’s the only man who kept her in line. Madness.
Then with an unbearable smug, he spanked me next!
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And some unrelated art by roscoe (left) and Endart (right).
It's obviously not Endart's intent to hint that his soon-to-be spanked young women are spying on a coach spanking his players... that's just my own pervy interpretation, obviously! 😇
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