Living with a futa - Male/Futa

Story by Klartnok

Hey all

A Christmas story for everyone! I've wanted to write again for a long time but had a hard time getting...time actually. But better late than never. So here's a start on a new series I hope to continue for a good while yet.

I'm aiming for a more romantic approach on this one too. So expect feelings and stuff! But I hope you would like it. There never can be enough male on futa. :12:

Content: No sex - pure intro.

Dating a futa

I might be inclined to believe in Santa after all. Because I do believe that my wish has been granted and with more than wished for. It never was a spoken wish I carried. It has been sleeping beside my heart in a lustful little cocoon. Teasing me in my dreams.

I never expected it to be fulfilled because such things were just not possible. Or so I believed. And the world too. It will be my little secret. The names I write here are fictional. I just have to write about it because I know I’m not the only one with such a wish. It’s a wish of lust - but filled with love. Or the other way around.

It was a cold December night - sorry about that cliché. But it really was. I wasn’t able to spend Christmas with the family because they had traveled to Australia for their winter vacation, and I had suddenly run into temporarily economic trouble that prevented me to come with them. So, I had a lonely Christmas Eve to look forward to. They had left the night before and with only 3 more days to the big day of Family fun, I was feeling a tad sad about not being able to celebrate it with the ones I love.

And I had no girlfriend of my own. She left me for a travelling organic food consultant.

”I need to find myself again. And Dave is so close to nature and Earth that I must do this. I’m sorry, but I have to.” Bah!

I left my apartment and took a stroll in the park nearby to cool of my head. The snow had fallen heavy and covered the trees in white fluffy drapes and the ground with a crunchy cold carpet. The little oddly shaped lake was completely frozen solid and I thought it would be fun to go out on it. I had no other thought than it would be fun to relive childhood memories of standing on an ice-lake. So out I went. Shuffling my feet very carefully out on the first steps. Thankfully the park was almost empty of people so my awkward little venture out on the ice was not noticed. When I finally made a few feet out on the lake I reveled in the reminiscence of childhood. Here I was, in my twenties (late twenties to be correct), and enjoying the simple pleasure of standing on a lake. A body of water frozen solid. And it was great. The cold air sucked up in my nose and the biting frost nipping at my clothes. I slid a few feet one way and back towards shore, skating on my shoes. And I couldn’t help but smile at the simplicity of it all. With all the gadgets, all the money and all the material things in the world - a quick trip on a frozen lake filled my heart with joy so immensely that I forgot the world around me.

It didn’t last unfortunately. Because I got carried away and fell on my arse.

”Oh! Are you okay?” A female voice asked from the small pier.

Looking up after grimacing over the fall I saw a small, eskimo-clothed person I only could assume was female from the voice looking over the railing from the pier.

”Yeah. I’m fine. Only hurt my pride.” I repli

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