Some of you might know that I’m quite partial to a bit of little dick. Why? Well, for starters, if a male only has a tiny little bobbin to show, it ramps up the humiliation, the smiles and laughter, the transfer of power from guy to girl, taking the whole principle of CFNM to its logical conclusion. I also happen to be fond of anything miniature. Plus you have to admire the “I haven’t got it but I’m going to flaunt it anyway” attitude.
Needless to say, those handsome studs at ExtremeCFNM offer only the biggest, chunkiest, hardest dicks. And no hetero lady in her right mind is going to turn up her nose at a pair of strong thighs, a set of rippling abs and, somewhere in the middle, a length of prime flesh soaring in defiance of gravity. But my point is, a dick doesn’t necessarily have to be big and hard to give pleasure to a girl. A small dick can be cute and funny. And a detumescent dick can also be very sensuous in its own right.
Picture a guy sprawled naked on a bed, relaxed, asleep. Reclining next to him, a girl in lingerie. She’s awake, her eyes drawn to the soft penis slumbering on the man’s thigh. Snuggling next to him, she rests her cheek on his lap. Nuzzling closer, she brushes her pretty nose and lips against his cock, enjoying its warmth, its silkiness, its subtle tremors of life. She kisses it, then pokes out her tongue, and finally it stirs playfully, waking, poking her back. A floppy, flaccid dick is a playmate, something to cuddle up to and joke around with, and it’s full of the promise of future excitements.
Not all dicks are equal. Some are big and flashy, the celebs of the dick world. Some are quirky comedy dicks. Others are shy and in danger of being overlooked. But whether hard or soft, big or small, any dick is worth at least a second look.
Well, folks, I’m just about to sit down and write a brand new CFNM tale. It’s been a few months. After CFNM SUGAR DADDY, I decided I needed a break, so I penned a few – hopefully hot – spanking stories. But now I’m all refreshed and I can’t wait to start.
Which makes it an ideal opportunity to take a step back and consider just what makes a good piece of CFNM erotica.
Let’s look at the heroine first of all. Young? Mature? Statuesque? Slender? I must admit, my instinct is for a heroine on the youthful and elfin side. Partly, this is because I enjoy creating characters of that sort. But it’s also because, the more fresh and delicate the heroine is, the more it throws into relief the power she has over her male victims. That said, I can also see the appeal of a mature female lead – I’d love to know what you think.
And what about her personality? Is she a novice, or experienced? On a voyage of discovery, or does she know exactly what she wants from her male prey? Is she basically an ordinary girl, or is she perhaps a budding sadist? This is something that can be quite tricky. On the one hand, you want the heroine to be demanding, pushing her male submissives to extremes of suffering and humiliation. On the other hand, from the reader’s point of view, it’s important for her to be an attractive and approachable figure.
Now for the guy. Here, there are two main options. A hunk – young, muscles, big swinging dick under a rippling six-pack. Or you can go the other route – an older guy or nerdy-type, with an average or poor body, perhaps much less well endowed. I must confess, I have a great fondness for the second option. There’s something so exhilarating about an older average guy baring all for a young hot girl with a perfect body. That said, a young, studly guy can bring much-needed romance and glamour. Luckily, there’s no reason why a story shouldn’t have both.
Lastly, there is the dramatic set-up, the reason the guy gets naked. Well, it’s not brain-surgery – the guy should be forced into stripping against his will, ideally in a situation that leads to public exposure and humiliation. Right? Well, yes, except that, from my point of view as a writer, the sexiest thing is consent – the guy has to learn to love his humiliation and embrace it.
These, at any rate, are my thoughts as they stand right now, as I’m poised to open up a new file and write those exciting but challenging words, “Chapter One.” Do you agree? Please let me know what you think, folks. And will the story I’m about to write fit the bill as I’ve just described it? Probably not!
How did you first get into CFNM? Was there a single incident that hooked you for life? I’m asked these questions a lot. The answer to the second one is a resounding yes. The answer to the first one is … well, read on.
It happened one rainy summer when I was in my teens. That holiday, I spent most of my time idling around the shops with my best friend Jessica, but every now and then we’d run into a boy called Steve. (All names changed, of course.)
Steve was one of those cocky, precocious types. I’m not sure how far his experience extended, but he always pretended to know more about sex than anyone else. His chatter was full of obscure references to outré sexual positions and fetishes. Depending on his mood, he could be annoying or charming, but he was always provocative.
On that particular afternoon, Steve was with a friend called George. They were about to rent a movie and watch it at George’s house, on his parents’ gigantic TV. As it was yet another wet afternoon in what was turning out to be a real washout of a summer, we agreed to tag along. It proved to be a painless way of killing a few hours. The movie wasn’t that great, but the wraparound sofa in George’s parents’ sweeping lounge was super comfortable, and we had soft drinks and popcorn to sweeten things still further.
Once the movie ended, Steve suggested a quiz. I immediately smelt a rat. Steve was always trying to lure girls into playing strip poker, or other games that might result in the shedding of clothes. But surely he knew how little chance he stood with me? I had the rep of being exceedingly prim and proper. Did he seriously think he could break through my reserve with a movie and a can of Diet Coke? As for Jessica, no way would she fall for anything like that – even loaded up on sugar, she was a bit of an ice queen.
But no, Steve had a slightly different plan. He proposed that we split into boy-girl groups, me and him, George and Jessica. The girls would answer questions and, if they got them wrong, the boys would have to remove an item of clothing.
How or why he came up with the idea I’ll never know. Maybe he’d been reading about CFNM in his nightly trawls of Internet porn sites, and liked the sound of it. Maybe he thought (mistakenly) that if the boys got naked, there was every chance we would follow. Maybe he was bored and he just wanted someone, anyone to get naked.
Whatever his motives, I fell in love with the idea the minute it escaped his lips, although I was careful not to show it. I turned to Jessica with a doubtful shrug, while my insides churned at this proposal which seemed to chime with secret fantasies I’d been having for years. Jessica wasn’t too sure, being very distrusting of boys, but in the end we gave our permission for the game to begin.
So George dug out some stupid quiz book, and we played, making sure we got all the answers wrong, and the boys did indeed get naked. Sorry to leave you hanging, but I’m not going to describe this in any detail, because, hey, we were underage. But that was it. My First Time. Jessica laughed hysterically throughout the whole thing and then seemed to forget about it instantly, while the same experience stayed with me until this very day.