Bending for Amy

By Will Richards

Young man falls for a very attractive girl who is a super hot tease, and she uses her sexual power over him to make him submit to her...he goes to visit her and is discovered wearing panties, and is made to sexually serve a man. He then tries to prove he is straight, but he can't deny his love of male domination.

• Language: English
• Publisher: FHQ Books
• Release date: Jul 30, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310586873

Will Richards

Will Richards has been writing erotica for many years. He is especially excited about moments that remind him of his own time learning about his sexuality, when he discovered that being straight was not the only way to be. In particular, he loves to tell tales of that sweet moment when you realise that it is okay to give into something that's naughty when you are so turned on, even if it means loving another man.

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Bending for Amy

By Will Richards

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This is a work of fiction. All characters are consenting adults and are over the age of 18. This work is intended for adults and contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts. See endnotes for full legal disclaimer.

Bending for Amy

I have often wondered about the seeds in my life that made the following story, based loosely on real events, actually happen. There may have been the threads in my life plain enough to see, though I hadn’t connected the dots.

My sexual predilections were normal enough for a teenager. I was into girls, seriously, but unsuccessfully. I hadn’t really ever gotten beyond a few innocent and exploratory kisses in the bushes. That didn’t dampen my enthusiasm for greater success, or my intense longing for the prettiest girls in my class…or any pretty girl.

But something also nagged at me, as though not all was right. Even though my other guy friends talked about girls and other guy things, I never felt quite with them in the conversation, but rather felt I was going through the motions, because I figured that was the way guys were. But I also knew that as much as I wanted these girls, I didn’t actually know what it was that I wanted.

So I chased them, and when I didn’t get them, I realized that I just liked being with them. In fact, I liked everything about them, and I wanted to be with them all the time, and hear them talk to each other, and be with each other, and just be girls. And that was it, in a nutshell, deep down, though I hadn’t rationalized it, was that I wanted to be a girl.

That said, there was nothing really overt in my demeanor that would have showed this to anyone, except that my taste in clothing occasionally lent itself towards the more fashionable. And perhaps sometimes I failed to distinguish between what was naturally an item of girls clothes and a one of boys…like a shirt with the buttons going the other way, or a pair of slim low-cut jeans. I just thought they looked good, so I wore them.

I also had the physique for these things, being very lithe and skinny. I obviously got away with it since no guy friend or anyone else at school ever called me on anything out in the ordinary.

Okay, there was something else. Not only did I like to look at pictures of girls in panties, like the Victoria’s Secret catalog, but I also had a secret of my own. Earlier in the school year, we had put on a play about the 1920’s. The girls' outfits who played the dancers were totally hot, sexy panties, garters, stockings, and really short skirts. Being in a play with them, and seeing them dressed that way got me really turned on.

One day, when I was leaving rehearsal, I found one of the girls had left part of her costume in a bag…maybe to take it home to wash. I stole it, quickly stuffing it into my bag and bee-lining out of the auditorium, hoping that no one would spot me. It produced a strange sensation of fear, and then excitement when I realized I hadn’t been spotted.

When I got home, I looked to see what I had taken, and was thrilled to see I had a pair of panties, a garter belt, and some silky stockings. I knew my mother washed her own frillies with care, so I hand-washed the panties and stockings, and then hid them in my closet to dry (I wanted them to last).

I slipped