CFNM Shorts

Essentials of a Good CFNM Story

12 years ago
by Cassie Caine in

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!

My First CFNM Experience

12 years ago
by Cassie Caine in

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.

The Perfect NM

12 years ago
by Cassie Caine in

When it comes to boyfriends, I’m as finicky as any girl. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs. Confident but not arrogant. Funny but not a flake. The list of prerequisites goes on …

But CFNM makes me see men in a completely different light. A guy doesn’t have to be an Adonis for me to find him sexy. He can be middle-aged, or under-endowed, or have love-handles and little wobbly man-tits. I don’t mind if he’s short or going bald. As long as he’s well-scrubbed and not too much of a woolly-back, almost any guy can turn me on.

There’s but one requirement: he has to be really, really, really into CFNM. That means he has to love exposing every inch of himself to any girl who’s interested. He also has to embrace the idea that, while she’ll get to explore his every nook and cranny, he’ll be lucky if he sees past her knees. In addition, just because she deigns, out of the kindness of her heart, to run her lovely eyes over his quivering bare skin, and perhaps weigh his balls with her glossy-nailed fingers, he shouldn’t take this as a come on: his balls are in the hands of a lady, and he should treat her with respect and courtliness.

This power to make almost any guy sexy (at least to me – maybe other girls feel differently) is one of the things I love most about CFNM. It’s part of its relaxed, high-spirited quality. And what works for NMs also works for CFs. Girls, you don’t have to be gorgeous 19-year-old with big boobs and a perfect figure to get men to drop trou. You can be the neighbour’s wife, you can be a grandmother. If you’re female, there will be guys who’ll just adore getting their kit off for you. Including ones with broad shoulders, narrow waists and long legs …

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