Contains mentions of spicy handsy tieflings, inappropriate use of an automobile, disappointing sex, and the fear of horror movie cliché deaths. NSFW, obviously.
(Expanded from a short confession I made a little while back.)
If you’ve not figured it out yet, I've not really had a lot of experience with boys. Rarely, though, boredom and curiosity have taken over and I've… dabbled. For example, that one time I was coming back from a road trip…
Story time!
So… once upon a time, I was coming home from a road trip with my “more than friends but not a thing” friend. It was late, we were driving through a pretty rural area, and I had like no bars on my phone. So, no music, no social media, and a few more hours until we got back home.
This didn’t go quite as I expected, but I think it ended up better for it. Look, I’m an awkward person and I would 100% miss those social queues. I’m just uhm. You know. Glad things ended up working out for the best. Now, where is that salve…
Content Warning: Contains sex, consensual tief on tief violence, potentially traumatized bakers, and broken dishes.
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.