Usually when I start writing somewhere new or join a new social network I introduce myself. I realized today that I haven’t done that here! I don’t know how many people will care enough to read and find out who I am, but I figured a good old introduction post might be due.
So, who is Autumn Seave?
Yes, I use a pen name. But this pen name is no less me than the name I was given at birth. I’ve been using this name for over 20 years now, so Autumn Seave is very much me.
Sometimes I write non-fiction on Medium but mostly it is my dirty, smutty stories that readers love the most. So, I’ve created this handy index for you; categorized and even an index so you can find the kind of smut you love the most!
· Series Guides
∘ NEW and In Progress
∘ Completed Series
· Short Stories
∘ Alphas & Billionaires
∘ Romance & Coupledom
∘ BDSM — Sub Life
∘ Threesomes & Moresomes
∘ Lesbian — Women Loving Women!
∘ Taboo (Gender swap, step-relations, best friend’s dad, best friend’s daughter)
I knew he was too young for me the second I saw him, but I wanted him. Badly. And the way he was looking at me, I was pretty sure he felt the same way.
He approached me with a beer in each hand.
“Hey. I’m Dale.”
“Hi Dale. I’m Shelby.”
“This party is kinda loud. Do you want to get some fresh air?” he asked, nodding towards the patio.
I nodded and followed him outside. There were some people outside on the patio, but I could see that there was a swing towards the back of the yard and…
It is over 20 years ago that my ex suggested that I get my nipples pierced. I looked at him like he was sniffing glue or something.
“Sure, and you come with me and get your dick pierced!” I promptly said.
I put the thought out of my head. Every once in a while, the thought would sneak back in. Then, it started sneaking back into my head more often — once a month or so, then once a week, and pretty soon I was thinking about it every day. I was scared shitless at the idea of…
Do you own a vibrating bullet (sometimes called a vibrating egg)? If not, this is a toy that every couple should have in their Tickle Trunk. Every single gal, too, but let’s focus on couples for today.
What do you do with it? Try these:
1. When you’re going down on your man, take his member as fully into your mouth as you are comfortable with. Then rest the vibrator against your cheek. This will give the concept of “hummer” a whole new meaning!
2. Again, while performing oral sex on your man, stimulate his testicle or perineum with it…
They were best friends first. Then they were lovers. And eventually, they were everything in between.
Shamira and Coco lived together in a tiny little apartment in the Bronx that was still more than they could afford. They pulled whatever jobs they could to get by. But their poverty meant nothing to them because at least here they could be who they were and they could love each other freely. Well, more freely than they could in the small town that they grew up in.
When they were kids, they played in the sandbox, letting their dark skin become coated…
Sometimes I wonder why I do these posts. I really don’t know if anyone reads them or not. They are generally personal and don’t add anything to your life if you read them (and I am grateful if you are reading — please comment so I know you’re there though. And ask questions if there’s something you want me to share in the future). I don’t worry too much about format or grammar in these posts. Does that matter? I don’t think so.
Anyway, I am going to continue doing Autumn’s Allusions because I enjoy it. If someone else is…
Brenna had been working at the Silver Lounge for several weeks and was finally feeling like she would not starve to death. It paid little and she’d used the last of her savings two weeks ago to pay for tuition for the rest of the term.
The minimum wage check she’d gotten for 15 hours of work was enough to put a bit of food in her belly and buy the badly needed shoes she needed for the job. The tips helped, but it was nowhere near what she needed to save for tuition next term.
It wasn’t until some…
I’ve talked about the affect that being a Jehovah’s Witness had on my sexuality before. I experienced a lot of guilt for what I no longer consider wrong. Masturbation, any kind of sex — it was all wrong. It took a toll on me when I tried to deny myself what is a natural human function. I didn’t have the space to figure out right from wrong for myself and I think teenagers need to have the ability to learn these things by living.
But this isn’t about sex.
I feared not having any friends, being by myself, and not…
It was hot, and my clothing stuck to my skin. Even with the breeze that flowed over the boat, I felt like I was in a sauna.
"Babe, it's way too hot out here," I complained.
He passed me another drink and said, "Then take your clothes off. Go for a dip in the lake to cool off and then warm up in the sun."
I looked around. "What if someone comes by?"
He laughed. "No one here cares."
I shrugged. That dip in the lake sounded good. …