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MidReal Story
Siren
Scenario:Fu*a world men have CU**s and women have Di*ks
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Arthur
He is a man who challenges traditional gender roles and explores unconventional relationships. He is curious, bold, and introspective. Arthur discovers an online community where people have nontraditional relationships, such as being dominant or submissive. He is intrigued by these concepts and decides to explore them further. Arthur meets Olivia online and forms a connection with her, eventually meeting in person for a date. During their time together, he learns about various aspects of alternative relationships and finds himself drawn to Olivia's intelligence and confidence.
Arthur's Mother
She is a character who represents traditional societal expectations and norms. She is judgmental, conservative, and critical. Upon learning about Arthur’s interest in alternative relationships, she reacts with disbelief and disapproval. Her stern reaction highlights the tension between Arthur's desires and the expectations of those around him. Her dismissal of his choices underscores her inability to comprehend or accept anything beyond mainstream culture.
Ben
He is Tom's boyfriend who participates in an alternative relationship style. He is confident, straightforward, and comfortable in his role. Ben engages in a dominant role in his relationship with Tom, which he openly discusses with Arthur. His demeanor reveals his assurance about his choices and his bond with Tom. His presence helps Arthur gain a clearer understanding of alternative relationship dynamics and what it means to embrace such roles.
I never knew that there were people out there who had CUs or Diks, instead of the usual… I mean, in this modern world, it’s not uncommon to see men who have Vaginas and women who have Diks.
I only found out recently when I saw an online community where people shared their thoughts and experiences about being dominant or submissive, having a Cu or a Dik, and other alternative relationship styles.
Out of curiosity, I messaged one of the users who shared a post about being a woman with a Dik, and we started talking.
Her name is Olivia, and she’s definitely not your average woman.
She’s smart, confident, and bold, which are traits that I find really attractive.
We talked for a while, exchanging thoughts and opinions about various things, and I found myself getting more and more interested in her.
I asked her if she’d like to meet up sometime, and she agreed.
We set up a date and exchanged numbers.
I waited for the day we were supposed to meet up with bated breath.
When the day finally came, I was so excited that I couldn’t contain myself.
I arrived at the restaurant half an hour early, hoping that I could get a good seat and be able to watch Olivia arrive from my vantage point.
Through the restaurant’s front window, I could see a tall figure approaching.
My heart started racing as I realized that it must be her.
She had long, dark hair that fell in loose waves down her back, and she was wearing a fitted black blazer that accentuated her curves.
As she walked towards the door, I couldn’t help but notice the way that all of the other diners turned to look at her.
It wasn’t hard to understand why – she was absolutely stunning.
Her eyes were a deep brown that seemed to bore into my very soul, and her full lips were painted a bright red.
When she stepped inside, she scanned the room until our eyes met, and I felt myself stand up awkwardly, knocking my knee against the table in the process.
She smiled, revealing perfectly white teeth, and made her way over to me.
I watched as she moved with a confident stride, her hips swaying slightly with each step. As she got closer, I could see that her eyes were framed by long lashes and that her skin was smooth and flawless.
She had high cheekbones and a small nose that gave her an elegant look.
When she reached my table, she extended her hand for me to shake.
I noticed that her nails were long and manicured, with a subtle shine to them.
"Hi," she said in a smooth voice.
"It’s nice to meet you."
I took her hand and shook it firmly.
Her grip was strong, but not too tight.
"It’s great to meet you too," I said, trying to sound confident despite my nervousness.
She smiled again and took a seat across from me at the table.
"I hope you don’t mind if I order something," she said as she perused the menu. "Not at all," I replied quickly, feeling my mouth go dry as I watched her lips move over the words on the menu.
As she looked up from the menu, her eyes met mine with an intensity that promised this was only the beginning.
I fidget with my napkin, nervously glancing around the restaurant.
Olivia seems completely at ease, perusing the menu with an air of confidence that draws admiring glances from nearby tables.
The leather-bound menu trembles slightly in my hands as I try to focus on the entrée options, but my eyes keep darting back to her.
The way she holds her head, the strength of her jawline, and the subtle curve of her smile all captivate me.
When the waitress approaches with her notepad poised, I instinctively look to Olivia for guidance.
She notices my hesitation and meets my gaze with a knowing smile.
Her fingers drum deliberately on the edge of the table as she surveys the menu once more.
I stare at my menu, the words blurring together as my anxiety spikes.
The waitress stands expectantly with her notepad, but I can’t focus enough to make a decision.
Olivia notices my hesitation and sets her menu down deliberately.
Her brown eyes meet mine, and she asks if I’d like her to order for both of us.
I nod gratefully, relieved by her offer.
She turns to the waitress and orders two house specials with a side of grilled vegetables, her voice carrying a natural authority that makes the waitress straighten up slightly.
As the waitress walks away, Olivia leans forward slightly, her eyes locking onto mine.
"You know," she begins, her voice low and inviting, "I wasn't sure if you'd actually show up today."
I blink in surprise, my curiosity piqued. "Why's that?"
She shrugs, a small smile playing on her lips.
"I guess I just didn't know what to expect."
I nod slowly, still fidgeting with my napkin as I try to steady my nerves.
The candle on our table flickers, casting a warm glow over the silverware and making it gleam in the soft light.
I find myself mesmerized by the way the light dances across the metal, a distraction from the tension building between us.
"Thank you for ordering," I say softly, my voice coming out quieter than I intended.
Olivia raises an eyebrow, her expression unreadable.
I shift slightly in my seat, my foot brushing against hers under the table.
The contact sends a jolt through me, but I don’t pull away.
Instead, I let my foot rest against hers, maintaining a gentle pressure that seems to hold her attention.
The waitress clears our empty plates, and I reach for my wallet to settle the bill.
Olivia protests playfully, but I insist on paying.
As I stand up, I notice how her blazer accentuates her height, making her tower over me.
She gestures toward the door, and I follow her lead, my heart pounding in my chest.
The moment her hand brushes against my lower back, sending a shiver down my spine.
Outside, the evening air is cool against my flushed skin.
The street lamps cast long shadows as we walk side by side, our shoulders occasionally touching.
We turn down a quiet corner, away from the bustling main street, and Olivia stops abruptly.
She leans in, her voice barely above a whisper, "Let's see where this goes."
My fingers tremble as I reach for her outstretched hand.
Her palm feels warm and strong against mine, her grip firm and reassuring.
We walk in silence down the empty street, our footsteps echoing off the brick buildings.
The yellow glow of the street lamps casts long shadows ahead of us.
Each step brings us closer together until our arms touch.
My breath catches when she squeezes my hand and pulls me slightly closer.
The leather of her blazer brushes against my arm.
Standing under the dim street lamp, I gather my courage and turn toward her.
My arms wrap around her waist, pulling her close.
The leather of her blazer is cool against my cheek as I press against her chest.
Her height advantage means I have to look up to meet her eyes.
She smells like vanilla and something darker.
My voice comes out shakier than intended when I ask about her place.
Her arms tighten around me in response, and her fingers trace small circles on my back.
Olivia leans down slightly, her breath warm against my ear.
"I've never brought anyone home before," she admits, her voice tinged with vulnerability.
I pull back just enough to see her face, searching her eyes for any hint of doubt.
