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Confess (meta): Turning private fantasies into public porn
I’ve just finished publishing a trilogy of stories based off a wank fantasy I have about confession. When I’m masturbating to the idea of it, I don’t tend to fill in all the details – I get a feeling for most of the back story without ever needing to flesh it out. What’s more, there are elements of the story that exist in my head which won’t make it to the page for various reasons, both practical and ethical. Because this particular fantasy required a fair amount of adaptation and thought, I thought it’d be a good opportunity to write about the process of turning a grubby wank fantasy into public porn.
The door: “We’re going to take you.”
This CNC audio porn is written and read by NymphoStimToy. Note that it contains degradation, role-played coercion, and consensual non-consent.
The three of them corner me, the boys I’d been leading on all evening. They approach one at a time, as if carefully executing a long-planned scheme. Perhaps that’s exactly what it is.
Fill me with cum: Not quite asleep, very clearly consenting
It’s late, and I’m tired. So tired, in fact, that I’ve just slept through the last twenty minutes of the film we were meant to be watching. You can’t blame me: it’s not often I get to snuggle up on a sofabed with my head in somebody’s lap, sinking into the duvet and enjoying the gentle, rhythmic stroke of their hand on my bottom and thighs. It is blissful. Beautiful. Like stepping into a shower that’s set to the perfect temperature, or hugging a loved one when you meet them off the train. I am safe, cosy, happy. This scene is tranquil as fuck, so you can’t blame me for falling asleep. I am also a horny bitch, though, so I hope you can also understand what happens next.
Playing with fantasy: I need you to fuck me in the ass
I roll on top of him first thing in the morning. He’s awake, but pretending not to be. As I grip his dick and squeeze gently just below the coronal ridge, it pulses hotter and harder in the palm of my hand. When I start to stroke it, a smile flickers briefly at the corner of his lips. He suppresses it, then feigns a still-sleepy half-stretch to make the angles easier for me to straddle him and hop aboard.
This post is not consensual non-consent. Everything that happens is extremely consensual. However, the fantasy I tell this guy while we’re in bed does have notes of CNC, coercion and fucking-as-punishment. I maintain that it is not a CNC story, rather it is a consensual story about two people who enjoy playing in this fantasy space. It’s a hill my career will probably die upon at some point, but for what it’s worth I think it’s more than possible to present these fantasies in an ethical way, and part of doing that means warning you that you’re about to read something in this vein.
Anal as punishment
I love receiving sexy threats – we’ve discussed this before. “If you don’t hold that position and I can’t come, I’m gonna beat you so hard.” But there’s one sexy threat that I enjoy above all others: anal as punishment.
Note: I actually don’t think this counts as ‘consensual non-consent’. I think there’s enough thirst from me as the receiver of this to move it out of any hinted ‘non-consent’ territory. However, I appreciate that the tone of it does play into a number of those tropes, so it would probably be irresponsible of me not to label it ‘CNC’ in some way – if that isn’t your thing, you might not want to read this one.