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CFNM Xmas
13 years ago
by Cassie Caine
in CFNM Shorts
This time of year, I always find myself daydreaming about the perfect Christmas – the perfect CFNM Christmas, of course.
In reality, I’ll be spending it with the folks, so there won’t be much time for indulging beloved fetishes. All the same, I can’t help picturing the sorts of things a devoted CFNM couple might get up to.
For a start, they could send out CFNM-themed Christmas cards to all their pals. Images could include a guys versus girls snowball fight, with the girls in cute bobble hats and mittens and the guys naked, ice crystals clinging to their bare skin. Or CFNM Santa, naked apart from his fur-trimmed hat and curly white beard. Or CFNM carol-singers.
And in the run-up to Christmas they could have fun sourcing CFNM-themed presents for each other.
If you’re a guy looking for a kinky festive gift for your girlfriend or spouse, why not get her a selection of body paints so she can decorate your naked flesh with festive motifs? Or a cute little nurse outfit so she can give you a seasonal check-up? Or, if you’re ready to take that next step into submissive maledom, why not treat her to a strap-on? Few things put a smile on a girl’s face like 9 inches of realistically moulded silicone rubber – unless it’s 12 inches. They’re cheaper than jewellery, perfume, handbags or shoes, but, if you opt for a vibrating one, remember to lay in extra batteries.
Girls, you might get your guy some bronzer to lend a healthy golden glow to his unclothed bod. Or why not look into buying him some cock and ball bling? If you’re after a present of timeless simplicity, there’s the traditional Prince Albert cock ring, but far more complicated arrangements are available too – for example, if the man in your life tends to get over-excited at Christmas, you might consider keeping him in check with a stainless steel urethral plug.
Yes, I can just picture the ideal CFNM couple, playing with their presents beside a roaring fire. And if the girl doesn’t like what the guy got her, she can also roast some chestnuts instead.
Top Down, or Bottom Up?
13 years ago
by Cassie Caine
in CFNM Shorts
When it comes to high-energy stripping in public, those naughty boys at ExtremeCFNM are the undoubted experts, and I raise my vodka and lime to them. But I do love a bit of stripping in the home as well. Telling your man to get ’em off can serve as a wonderful forfeit for a lost bet, or a penalty for failing to tidy up, or it can just be a spontaneous bit of fun when there’s nothing on the telly. It’s also a great chance to experiment with different approaches to getting naked.
Don’t get me wrong, when I’m out with the girls, there’s nothing I like more than a polished striptease with the traditional reveals – those oiled pecs bursting out of a policeman’s tunic, the moment when the trousers with Velcro sides come flying off. But when it’s just me and my boyfriend (or some other willing amateur) I like to do things my own way.
I like the guy to strip from the bottom up.
There I am, curled up in a corner of the sofa, looking as cute as a kitten in a calendar in my slim-cut jeans and snug jersey top. I’m nursing a glass of Pinot Noir and a wicked grin and my eyes are sparkling greedily. Some R&B pop is tinkling away in the background, and the guy’s standing there in front of me with an eager but nervous smile. He doffs his jacket or sweater, his trembling fingers drift to the buttons of his shirt, and that’s when I shake my head and point casually to his trousers.
His brows shoot up, as though to ask, “Already?” I say nothing, but my lovely grey eyes darken just enough to put the fear of God into him.
Hands quivering, he pops the waistband. I savour the moment of awkwardness as he fumbles the trousers down his brawny legs and over his feet. When he straightens up, his face is flushed and his shirt is dangling down over the tops of his bare thighs, almost covering his briefs.
And that’s where I point next.
I do it with a slight pout, as though I’m already growing bored and he better hurry up and impress me. That’s usually all the motivation he needs to send his undies plunging to his ankles.
And now comes my favourite part. Technically, the guy is still half-clothed, but the shirt on top only makes the bottom half seem even more naked. I love the way the guy’s swelling dick pokes out from under the fabric, waving hello. I encourage him to move around and I’m just as entranced by the view from the rear, the shirt-tail hugging the contours of his tight little bum.
Finally, I tell him to pull the shirt over his head, so I can take in the whole sweep of his body, and now he doesn’t have a stitch on him.
The naked male. Just as nature intended.
And that, of course, is when the fun really begins …