Author: ANew30

Another installment of the The Man I’ll Never Have. [m+f]

I never used to care what I wore to the office. I wasn’t the dress or skirt type of woman, no matter how many compliments or lingering looks I received when wearing one. Dressing up for work meant a sharp pair of black slacks and “Come fuck me” pumps that were at least half hidden beneath them and matching bra and panties. Sophisticated, yet sexy. I started wearing skirts and dresses as a matter of practicality. It gets hot down here and I needed to be up and walking around, impressing potential employees and business partners.

My former boss would openly compliment me on the more sexy numbers. I knew his wife and that his marriage was bliss, so I laughed and blushed and accepted the compliments. He was a wonderful man, and I felt safe around him, even if he was being a bit lecherous. Another boss within this branch of the company told me I needed to use my assets. She took me shopping and bought anything I showed an interest in. I could not believe my luck, as I was used to hunting through clearance racks and turning down a $10 pair of jeans as “too expensive.” Here she was, buying me hundreds of dollars in nice clothing. I felt powerful in these clothes. I knew that wearing them made men, and some women, turn their head. Read more »

Teacher’s pet [m+f](long!)

I call him Simon when he plays “Professor” with me. (!! is where the fantasy takes place, happy reading)

It had been a few years since we met, and I finally worked up some nerve to answer him late one night when he asked if I ever fantasized about him. Of course I had, he was beautiful. We grew up together in a disjointed kind of way and I watched the skinny boy turn into the stout man before me. Bronzed skin, full lips, just a few freckles over his nose to compliment those beautiful blue-green eyes. He had started to wear his hair in dreads and I have to admit I was enamored by him. Having just secured a Teacher’s Assistant position at the University, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking of him.

“Yeah,” I answered. “Yeah, I do fantasize about you. It’s pretty mundane, a fantasy that many women have I’m sure.” He quirked an eyebrow up and started to smirk, “Oh? Please, do tell.” Was that a blush I saw sliding up to his cheeks? Simon never blushes unless I call him gorgeous, which he is, and so I do often. I cleared my throat and tried to keep my own blushing in check. I could feel heat rushing up into my face and down to my collarbone as I realized there would be no avoiding this now. Read more »

The man I’ll never have. [f]

I’ve seen you around a few times. We met eyes at work events, but I was never brave enough to say hello. I heard about you through co-workers and everyone was so impressed by you. You never spoke to me, and I assumed it was just professional boundaries; we were on different teams and we were technically in competition with one another. I had heard you were a former flame of your boss, and I could see why. She was pretty, and bubbly, and successful at our company – a woman to respect. I had always wondered what happened between you two, and how you could still work so closely with her.

Years have passed since I first saw you, and now I find myself being offered a job by your boss. In speaking with her during my interview, I find that you and she are still an item. Moreover, you’re getting married in a month after a 10- year involvement. She had to hint three or four different ways before what she was saying clicked into place. Oh, I thought, getting married. Yes, of course. I’m involved as well, so it’s all for the best. Inside, I felt an odd sense of jealousy. I wrote it off to a crush being brought into reality, and she offered me the job. I was thrilled. Read more »

A Good Girl Goes Bad. [m+f]

(This is my first go at writing a story like this. Of course, there are many more excerpts from Tony and Anya, but here is their origin.)

His name is Tony, mine is Anya. Things first got "interesting" about 12 years ago, when we kissed and touched each other and that was that. I told myself it wouldn't happen again, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. He lives many states away from me and I've since married. We keep up chatting and flirting online as I know I'll never see him again.

Tony is… well… he's beautiful. He's not a gym rat, but he takes care of himself. At about six feet tall, his hair is long, with green eyes, and freckles across his nose. He's also naturally tan, so he fascinated me with his features when I first met him. I'm petite, coming in at 5'4" with pale skin and freckles, blue eyes, and I fall somewhere between blonde and strawberry blonde on the Ginger Scale. Everything about me is small except for my ass, which I think is why he liked me so much. He could lift me into his arms for a hug even when we were still just kids. Read more »