Author Archives: Cal Uncmfrtblynmb

An Englishman living in New England, Cal (he/him) attempts to maintain a sense of the old world in an increasingly fast-paced technosphere. Nature inspires him, humans bewilder him. He has done a lot of soul-searching over why he chooses to write, concluding that he does so for pleasure, catharsis, relief, and most importantly to preserve his fragile sanity. Cal's work can currently be found on his Medium blog 'Uncomfortably Numb', where he posts erratically. He also quips equally inconsistently on sexuality and the general human condition on his Twitter account @uncmfrtblynmb

Sun n sand – oral fantasies on the beach

This fabulous story about oral fantasies on the beach was written by Cal (@uncmfrtblynmb) and originally appeared on his Medium blog. It is read here by Girl on the Net.

Between the deserted dunes I lay, looking out into the sunset. My skin had taken on new bronze tones after a whole day out at the beach. The bright golden light danced on the shimmering water, so I closed my eyes for some respite.

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Love rain o’er me – Outdoor orgasms

This gorgeous femdom story featuring outdoor orgasms and whipping, was written by Cal (@uncmfrtblynmb) and originally appeared on his Medium blog. It is read here by rmp792. 

She took her time positioning me just right in the little hollow. With springtime making an earlier than usual appearance, we’d had some balmy weather recently, and celebrated it like we usually did by spending some time up in the mountains.

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For the glory: Glory hole audio porn

This gorgeous glory hole audio porn was written by Cal (@uncmfrtblynmb) and originally appeared on his Medium blog. It is read here by rmp792. 

Moans filled the video booths, in time with the EDM pulsing behind. Nervously, he shut the stall door behind him and pulled the latch.

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Anticipation – BDSM/cuckqueaning erotica

This BDSM/cuckqueaning erotica was written by Cal (@uncmfrtblynmb) and originally appeared on his Medium blog. It is read here by Girl on the Net. 

Allison tasted the raw leather of the whip held between her dry lips. She felt the perspiration breaking out at her hairline, it was warm in her seat in the corner, with the dappled late afternoon sun shining on her naked back, but more from the stress position she was in. The wraparound chair was comfortable in its own right, but with her back hunched over and wrists cuffed to her ankles, which were in turn bound to the front legs of the chair, she was struggling.

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