A Note From The Author
My previous Literotica (Lit) articles have been essentially factual, describing either
actual events
, or
an amalgamation of actual events
.
This piece is also inspired by an actual event, specifically a dream I had. But, given my stereotypically fuzzy recollection of what happened in the actual dream, I have instead used the essentials as a scaffold for more creative writing.
As a result, this work is more fiction inspired by a real event, rather than an attempt to document something with fidelity.
As with my other work to date, the text features actual Lit members. They know who they are, but names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Please also see the notes that appear at the end of this piece. They have been moved there as they refer to plot points.
Curiosity
Recently, I came to the startling realization that I had not fucked a guy in months. I'd had fun a few times with someone I met at a club. Also, my good friend from back home had come down for a long weekend; comforting me after I'd had a rather traumatic experience. But neither of these lovers have penises and I'm rather fond of penises.
Life used to be different. I had no lack of male attention. In fact they were lining up; sometimes literally. And then I got this good job. But it meant moving state. It meant being two and half hours' drive away from home. Two and a half hours' drive away from everyone I was intimate with.
I figured that it would be good for my career. I was proved right when the good job turned into a great one because my first boss left and I was asked to take over his role. I also figured that I would meet new people easily enough. Here my prediction was way off. I worked long hours and was often too tired to do anything but Netflix binge when I got home. With post-pandemic hybrid working, I was only in the office two days a week. This limited my opportunities for social interactions, but equally I also have a no work entanglements rule. It's generally way too complicated.
I tried dating sites, but the people I was interested in weren't so interested in me and vice versa. The other problem was my sexual peccadilloes, which are perhaps not entirely mainstream. These had been perfectly satisfied by a number of people back home, but it seems my appetites are less common in my current locale. Which is why I am now on Literotica of course.
However, post virtual coitus, someone on Lit asked me when I had last been fucked in real life, which led to the epiphany I described at the start. Something flipped in me and the next evening I basically jumped on a male colleague who was working late with me; ripping up my no work entanglements prohibition. We grabbed a drink and then grabbed each other and then he grabbed his clothes off of my bedroom floor before leaving.
A few days ago, my colleague, who is actually a lovely guy, invited me out for the weekend. Friday night, before leaving for his apartment, I was chatting with a regular Lit playmate, let's call him Dylan. Dylan likes sending me videos of him cumming, I like watching them, I particularly like how copiously he cums.
A few days earlier, I had posted a thread on Lit asking about sexual experiences you had never had, but which you would like to. In this I mentioned that I found the idea of being with a she-male very alluring. There is something about the combination of soft femininity and a hard cock that I find beguiling. I confessed to Dylan that my kink had progressed from wanting to be with a she-male, to - probably prompted by Dylan's provocative videos - wondering what it might be like to be one. Wondering what it might be like to have a cock and to cum like Dylan does. I was pretty sure that I still wanted to be me, so the cock would be in addition to, rather than instead of, my existing genitalia; a hermaphrodite scenario. What the Japanese refer to as Futanari.
Dylan found the idea hot, while adding that I always seem to take things to extremes (very true). He wondered out loud what it would be like to be with both Futa Emily and Futa Jenna. Jenna, yes let's call her Jenna, is another Lit member Dylan and I often both play with, one on one, or as a threesome. Jenna is gorgeous and bubbly and flirty and young and open-minded. She is basically a sex goddess who gets off on slumming it with mortals like me and Dylan for some inexplicable reason.
The idea of Futa Jenna got me even more excited and I PMed her, laying out the scenario and desperately hoping that it turned her on too. I shouldn't have worried; Jenna is even more naughty than she is gorgeous. Of course, it turned her on. Another fun game for the three of us to play.
But now I was running late to meet my colleague / friend / I'm not quite sure what yet. I put these thoughts to one side and got in the shower. Between my friend treating me like royalty and fucking me like a common slut (which of course I am), Futanari didn't figure greatly in a rather wonderful weekend. Sunday night, after vegging on the sofa with Little Women (the South Korean version), I went to bed a happy and contented Emily.
Awakening
My Monday morning alarm sounded. Time to get up already? I rolled over to turn off my 'phone and suddenly became much more awake. Turning under the covers had felt so strange. There has been something that caught in the linen and then dragged through it. The something tingled as the cotton cloth rubbed over it. The tingling felt nice, but everything else was strange. I felt an unaccustomed hardness, like something foreign had been attached to me. Something like... a rod?