My secret life.

I’m sure by now you’ve all heard the news: Tumblr is banning all NSFW content from the 17th of December 2018. I am absolutely devastated by the news - for the past 2 or so months this place has been an amazing outlet for my sexual desires and I’ve had so much fun exploring some new and surprising fetishes.

Unfortunately, this news comes at the worst possible time as I will be travelling for the next month. This means that I will not be super active until the ban on adult content.

I am still trying to figure out the best way forward for myself and I will let you know in the coming days on what I will do. I have thoughts about starting a Discord Server or finding other ways to share my lewd fantasies and desires.

Please let me know your thoughts on the best alternative platforms and if you’d like me to start a Discord Server.

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Part Seven: The Sneak Out

I walk home in a daze, the falling darkness surrounding me. My mind can barely process all that’s happened today - my first kiss… and now my first date! I can hardly believe it.

I take a breath at the door of my house, bracing myself. I’d told my mother that I would be walking my new classmate home, but I’m not sure if she’ll react favourably to me having a friend - and the fact that I want to sleep over at her place.

“Let’s get this over with,” I whisper to myself. I open the door and slip off my shoes. “I’m home!” I call into the house.

“Welcome back!” comes the reply from the kitchen. “Food’s almost ready!”

I go directly into the living room, sitting cross-legged at the low table. I can hear my father rummaging around upstairs as he undresses from work - he’s home early today.

I flick on the TV as I wait for my mother to bring the food to the table.

‘Another escape from the Eastern Sanctuary has caused the Japanese Prime Minister and other South East Asian countries to pour money into the defences around the island complex…’

I flick the channel.

“Oh Jeremy, can you ever love me as a futa?”

'That’s why Jeremy needs Suppressor 5X - the best way to show your futa that you really love her!’

I flick the channel again, rolling my eyes.

'The rally was organised by FREETA - an organisation advocating for the freedom of all futanari in the United States…’

I switch the TV off.

My mom comes into the room, carrying a tray of food and places it on the table. “Help yourself while we wait for your father,” she says. Silence falls over us, allowing me to try figure out a way of asking for permission to go on my first sleepover. I glance at my mother. Other than her straight black hair, she is the complete opposite of me. She is tall and perfectly curvy, with a huge chest that often makes me jealous. Her eyes are slightly wider than mine and her lips are fuller. She holds herself with exceptional confidence, but a confidence that differs from Michelle’s bubbly personality.

I dish up my food into my bowl and wait for my dad. Soon he comes tumbling down the stairs - he’s got two left feet and he’s always falling over. I smile as he stumbles into the room - I’ve always gotten along better with him compared to my mom.

“If you’re not careful, you’ll fall face first into your food, dad!” I giggle as he finally takes a seat. My father is short and skinny like me, but with a mop of shortish wild hair.

“Oh no, I won’t want to make a mess of your mother’s food!” he chuckles. My mother glares at him.

Once we’re all dished up and said grace, we immediately tuck in - the sound of slurping and chopsticks clanging filling the room.

Halfway through my meal, I stop eating and look up at my mom, watching her. Maybe if I ask her now, she’ll be too infatuated with her food to say no.

“Listen, mom,” I say softly into the din of my parents eating. “That girl who came over to return my notebook… thank you for letting me walk her home…” I manage to keep my voice calm.

“It’s a pleasure, sweety,” comes the reply. Phew, she seems to be in a good mood.

“Well…” I start, my stomach doing flips as I work up the courage, “she’s asked me to sleepover at her house tonight…” I tail off.

A flash of anger crosses my mother’s face as she looks up from her dinner. “Absolutely not,” she says bluntly. “You know the rules. We cannot risk your secret getting out. Have you forgotten what will happen to you if it does?”

“But mom, it’s just that Michelle-,”

“No. No buts. You are not to be making any close friends. You can see this foreign girl at school and that’s it. Understand?” my mom says sternly, closing the matter completely with her tone.

I sit there, staring down at my half-eaten meal, unable to argue with the woman who has completely run my life since I was born.

“I asked you a question. Do you understand?” she asks again, placing emphasis on each individual word.

I nod my head.

“Good, now go and get ready for bed.” She grabs my bowl, not caring that I haven’t finished my meal, and begins clearing up. I glance at my father, but all he can do is give me a shrug and a look of defeat.

“Fine,” I say in a small voice again, despite the fact that all I want to do is yell and scream.

I stomp up the stairs, using my movements to express my anger. I storm into the bathroom, strip naked and run the bath. I turn on the shower nozzle and get my body wet, running my hands through my dark hair, over my tiny breasts, across my smooth stomach and my skinny hips. My soft futa cock is tiny between my legs, with my shrunken balls tucked neatly underneath.

I grab the soap and roughly wash every inch of my body - paying particular attention to my flaccid member. I then slide into the filled bath, thinking about how I can sneak out of the house - just to spite my mother. After soaking in the bath for a few minutes, I have a plan formulated in my mind.

I climb out of the bath, drying myself off and wrapping a towel around me, grabbing my clothes. On my way to my bedroom, I bump into my mother.

“I’m sorry for being so harsh, dear, but you know why I can’t let you go…” she starts, but I just push right past her, running to my bedroom and slamming the door shut. I burst out into sobs - not real sobs, mind you, but loud fake sobs, in order to keep my mom off my trail.

I get dressed into the clothes I was wearing before - stretchy jeans, a black tank top and a plaid shirt - and pull my big fluffy pajamas over them. I then dry my hair and climb into my futon, still letting out an occasional sob. 'With any luck,’ I think to myself as I switch off my light, 'my mother will think that I’ve turned in early.’

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After half an hour, I hear my parents settle downstairs, watching their nightly movie. I glance at my alarm clock and see it’s just before 8pm.

'It’s now or never,’ I think to myself as I crawl out of bed, taking off my pajamas and stuffing them into my backpack - along with some other supplies. I puff up my duvet with some pillows and quietly creep out onto the narrow balcony outside my bedroom window.

I hop over the railing and hang my body down, grunting as I strain my arms. I look down below me and see that the roof of the car port is not so far away. I hold my breath as I let go, thankfully landing lightly on all fours. I then crawl over to the edge of the roof and shimmy down one of the poles, landing on the concrete below.

Light pours from the living room window as I spin around and head off into the night - on my way to my first ever date.

[To be continued in Part Eight: The Sleepover]

And that’s the end of Part Seven! I hope that you enjoyed this instalment of Diary of a Secret Futanari and if you have any comments, questions or suggestions, please feel free to let me know! So far I’ve had great support for the series and some wonderful advice - thank you all so much 😘😘😘

I’m also looking in to getting a commission for my characters - so if you know any great hentai artists, let me know ☺️

I have just reached 4,000 followers on Tumblr! Thank you all for the fantastic support - even though Tumblr is cracking down on NSFW content, I am pleasantly surprised to have found even more followers 😘

I have also been getting some great feedback on my story and hopefully I can publish more chapters more regularly - so keep an eye out 😉

In the meantime, submissions are open! The first follower to send me a picture, I will write a story for them based on that picture… so… go!

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Part Five: The Mirror

I don’t stop running until I get home, my rock hard erection throbbing the whole way. I quickly unlock the front door, hoping that no one saw my bulge under my skirt while I was running home. As I get into the entryway, I kick off my shoes and bound past the kitchen and up the stairs, almost slipping on the smooth wooden floors.

“Is that you, Ayaka?” my mom calls from the kitchen.

“Yeah, it’s me!” I yell back, going into my room, throwing my bag on my futon, and slamming the door shut.

I stand there with my hands pressed against the doorframe, my heart pounding and sweat pouring over my brow from having run home so fast. My erection causes my skirt to stick up as I feel the tightness of my underwear. I move one hand down and slip my cock sideways out of my white panties. It bounces free and continues growing - all the way to its full size of 10 inches. It throbs gently as it stops swaying side to side. I turn and put my back against the door - something that I’ve become very familiar with doing during the course of the day. I let out a short puff of air that flips up my fringe before coming back down to rest on my sweaty brow.

“Why do I have this awful thing?!” I demand quietly of my member and grip it firmly in my hand. My eyes roll back at the sensation of pleasure from just the slightest touch. “Well, I guess it’s not all bad,” I whisper, my hand running slowly up my thick shaft and then back down. “And now that I’m alone…”

My panic and fear from mere moments ago seems to have suddenly dissipated as the idea of playing with myself at my own leisure fills me with joy. I excitedly undo the bow around my neck and slip it off, moving my fingers nimbly to undo the buttons of my white blouse. Suddenly, I catch sight of myself in the mirror and stop.

I walk over and look into my own face - the same face that stared back at me in the bathroom earlier today. But something seems different this time… ‘She called me cute,’ I think to myself, one hand resting on my cheek, 'Michelle has called me cute!’ A smile creeps across my face as my pale cheeks begin to become rosy. 'That’s it! I’m happy! That’s what must be different with my face - I’m actually happy!’

For the first time in my life, my eyes want to explore every inch of my body in the mirror - in order to figure out what the beautiful Michelle thinks is cute about me. I let out a little giggle at the prospect of checking myself out.

I then start my visual exploration with my face, going over every inch of smooth skin - from my slightly chubby cheeks to my tiny nose to my narrow black eyes and pink lips. I run my fingers through my shoulder-length black hair, flipping it up slightly with a giggle.

My eyes then roam down my slender neck to my unbuttoned blouse. Slowly, I take the blouse off each shoulder, running a finger over the smooth skin. I straighten my arms and let the shirt fall to the floor with a slight 'puff’.

I look in wonder at my body - as though I’m seeing it for the first time through new eyes. My fingertips run up my tight stomach and over the small white bra. I reach around my back with one hand and unhook it, letting it fall to the floor along with my blouse. My perky nipples stand on end as my fingers explore my small breasts, running circles around them slowly, savouring the sensation.

My mind wanders as I try to imagine Michelle’s breasts. 'I wonder what her nipples look like… and how they must feel between my lips…’ this thought alone causes my throbbing penis to twitch, drawing my attention to it. “Don’t worry, I’ll be getting to you soon,” I tease my cock aloud as both my hands run down the side on my naked torso, down to my waist, hooking my fingers in my skirt, bending over as I pull it down over my member, letting it fall to the floor.

I turn around and look back over my shoulder, glancing over my bare back and down to my cute butt in my tight panties. I reach around and grasp my ass cheeks - my favourite part of my body - and give them a deep squeeze. I bite my lower lip as I glance up into my own lust-filled eyes.

Turning sideways, I now give my member my full attention, gripping it firmly in both hands. I gasp at just how big it looks compared to my tiny frame, a naughty smile creeping over my face as I keep my eyes trained on my futa cock in the mirror. Ever so slowly, I start stroking myself up and down, up and down, using both hands and I make my grip tighter. “Oh goddess!” I moan aloud, closing my eyes for a moment.

I open them up again quickly, wanting to watch myself as I masturbate. I keep my eyes glued to the mirror, picking up the pace of each stroke - my tiny hands barely wrapping around my own girth. A drop of precum leaks out and drips onto the tatami mat floor. 'I do have a beautiful cock, I must admit,’ I think to myself, looking at my foreskin bunched up below the head, 'I wonder if Michelle would like it too…’

My thoughts tail off as I give out a soft moan, my member sending out waves of pleasure as I think about Michelle’s hands wrapped around mine. My hands want to speed up, but my brain somehow manages to keep control, making sure that I don’t orgasm too quickly.

Thick veins start visibly pulsating as I keep stroking, thinking back to Michelle’s soft lips on mine, remembering the heat of her face as she kissed me. “Oh, Michelle,” I moan, my voice thick with her name. I turn back to face the mirror, the underside of my cock visible as I stroke faster, my left hand catching some leaking precum and rubbing it over my head, licking my fingers as I taste myself - only adding fuel to the fire as it makes me ten times hornier.

My right hand keeps jerking myself, harder and faster. I let out a moan, not caring if anyone hears me. My eyes open and close as I’m filled with intense pleasure each time I see myself masturbating in the mirror. My breathing becomes short. My heart starts beating. My face feels hot. My balls start to swell. I keep stroking. Harder. Faster.

Suddenly, hot sticky cum erupts from my member as intense pleasure rocks my body. My thighs shake as an inaudible high-pitches squeal escapes my lips. I grip the base of my cock as jets of semen splash hard against the glass of the mirror. I moan and start stroking slowly again, encouraging every last drop to shoot out of me. My cum runs down the smooth surface of the glass and lands on the floor. My huge huge member finally starts to calm down, twitching gently in my hand and rapidly shrinking in size.

A loud bang on the door jerks me out of my post-cum daze, causing me to gasp loudly and turn my head.

“Ayaka! Are you in there? It’s Michelle.”

[To be continued in Part Six]

And that’s it for Part Five! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it 😘

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