[M4f] [Futa4F] [TF4F] Betrayal: If It Wasn't Wrong, It Wouldn't Feel So Right

You shouldn’t be here. 

You know that. I know that. Everyone in the world knows you shouldn’t be here. 

Knowing that makes you burn bright red as clothes fall from your body, showing off the forbidden fruit I was soon to taste. Your cheeks bright red as I lean back, let my eyes roam every inch of you. Humiliation and desire and pride all warring in your mind, and a victor crowned as you push your chest forwards flaunt your tits. You want me to look. To see the prize I would be taking. 

This is a betrayal. A line that can’t be crossed. Your mind is so fuzzy with need, though, that you can barely remember why. A partner who you’re cheating on. A friend who you’d made a promise to. Ideals you’re abandoning for a taste of cock. The only thing that matters right now is the fact that you are burning a bridge, burning the things that matter to submit to a cock you want, need, to ruin you completely. Embracing a corruption because it feels so fucking good. 

The idea of the consequences makes your cunt practically gush, and when my cock slips out of my pants, lazily stroking it while I let my eyes roam your body, it’s all you can do not to fall to your knees. “You know there’s no going back after this, right?” I say idly, casually, as though we’re talking about the weather. As though your ruination were simple matter-of-fact, an inevitability. Your eyes are fixated on my hand, tracking each slow stroke, unable to think much about it. The slow motion seems to have you practically hypnotized, and you take a second to realize I’d said something to you. 

Words are hard right now. Saying it aloud is impossible. If you do, that small gap of time between admitting your corruption and the point of no return is enough to stop yourself. To walk this back. 

So you don’t. 

Instead you drop to your knees, and look up into my eyes as you push my hand away. You don’t look away for even a second as the lips wrap around the head of my sock, barely blinking as your tongue flicks across the shaft, slowly taking me inch by inch until your nose is against my pelvis, my cock buried in your throat, and your thoughts obliterated by how fucking good it feels, knowing you’re a whore would sold out your ideals for pleasure. A hand slides between your legs, and you moan around my shaft, and I moan with you. And then you pull back. My cock rests across your face as you pant softly, and your hand doesn’t stop between your legs for a second. “I know,” you say. “So fucking break me.” There’s no going back now, and that alone is enough to almost make you cum. 

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Hey there! This is less of a singular starting point, and more a general theme I’d like to explore. Who our characters are, what our characters are doing, what their relationship is, all of it is up in the air. What is certainly true, though, is that your character (and potentially mine) is committing some degree of betrayal. Willingly crossing that line, embracing corruption and the pleasure it brings, burning your morals for the right to cum. 

Who are we to each other? What betrayal are you committing? Mauve I’m your brother or son’s bully. Or your boyfriend’s best friend. Your best friend’s ex-boyfriend. A rival for some sport or extracurricular team? Or maybe you’re a lesbian- betraying a girlfriend and dedicating yourself to cock, betraying your partner and yourself, your identity all at once. Or maybe I’m a political rival, or a professional one, one who’s going to use you as you submit to them, and you know that and do so anyway. Tell me what you’re thinking! Let me know what sort of betrayal you’re looking to commit. 

My kinks are broad, and I’m interested in a whole host of things. Some that seems especially applicable here would include things like dirty talk, name-calling, body writing, humiliation and degradation, teasing, cumplay, creampies and facials, rough sex, domination and submission, orientation or race play, breeding, public sex, risky sex, facefucking, collars and leashes, and more. My limits for this are pretty basic- no kids, no animals, no gore, no vore, no bathroom play, no rape. Beyond that, I’m willing to talk about including most things. 

I’m generally a multi-paragraph writer, with 3-4 as a general baseline and writing more or less depending on my partner. First or third person, past or present, any of these work just fine for me. 

If you’re interested, I’d love to talk and set something up. Have a good one!