The light was still very dim, only poking lightly through the half-open shutters of our ground floor flat. The window next to the headboard was slightly ajar and let in a still chilly morning breeze in June. Not quite awake yet, I shivered lightly, pulling my blanket a bit higher and slipping my arms below. Had he gone to work yet? I had no idea what time it was and I didn’t care. Today I was going to sleep in and I didn’t roll over to find out if he had already left. A few moments later I heard him breath lightly, moving closer to me. I fell back asleep as his familiar body wrapped around mine like a blanket. I could feel his fingers caressing my belly and his mouth moving closer to the back of my neck. He planted a soft kiss below my ear and I still couldn’t quite manage to open my eyes. All I did was push my hips towards his warm body, making his embrace tighter. I could feel the bulge in his boxers and a light chuckle escaped my mouth.
Author: Asrael_79
You like what you see? [F/M, office, stranger]
Never in my life had I felt so burned-out, so tired, old. I didn’t like what I saw in the mirror – I looked wrinkly and my eyes seemed to have lost their brightness and glow. And I really couldn’t stand my body anymore. I felt caged in a body deserted of youth and beauty. There I was – older than I wanted to feel and uglier than I wanted to be. But no matter that, life continued and my office job was waiting for me. So I did my best, put on some decent clothes and a nice, fake smile and headed for the shiny high-rise building that was going to be my place of work for the next eight hours.
Nothing spectacular happened and the working hours were crawling towards six o’clock in a sadistically sloth-like manner. Right before I wanted to pack my stuff and go back to my place, Sue showed up and informed me that an IT specialist was going to show up in half an hour and that I had the honor of staying here longer and showing him to the server room. Everybody left the office and there I was sitting on my desk waiting for that stupid guy. I was then pacing around and found myself staring at the mirror in the conference room. It was a sore sight and I felt sorry for myself. And I hate people who indulge in self-pity. And I hated myself for having become one of these.
Why would one want to lose control? [MF] [stranger]
She didn’t drink. Alcohol was suspicious to her. Why would one want to lose control? What is the appeal of feeling dizzy and less rational? Even at the age of 35 she still didn’t understand that and she was by now used to feeling a bit outside, even a bit anti-social when spending time at a bar or a club. Usually, she was the one standing or sitting there simply observing the bustling crowd, the laughter and cheering. The only reason why she went out from time to time was that she wanted to spend time with her friends or simply wanted to dance. Bass-pregnant house music was blaring out of invisible speakers and she moved to the dance floor. Most people she knew would never dare to dance in front of others if they hadn’t drunk enough. She, however, loved to dance. Even stone-cold sober. Moving to the bass – usually with closed eyes – and letting the rhythm of the music enter her body felt good, even exhilarating. She hadn’t gone out for a very long time and enjoyed moving to the music even more than usually. Her body aligned to the beat and she was basking in the rhythm, feeling a bit like a tiny boat in a sea of moving, faceless people.
[MF] “Maybe we should…” [workplace]
We had been exchanging smiles across the room for quite some time now. And every time there was some sort of social gathering at the office or after work, we had a wonderfully funny time together. We shared the same sense of humour and we both simply seemed to enjoy each other’s company. I liked him a lot and I particularly appreciated his wit and the fact that we never ran out of topics and laughs.
Once, it was during a Thursday after-work meet-up in the bar around the corner, things changed. It was literally in the middle of a sentence, when he interrupted me by looking at me and casually saying “Wow… maybe we should…I don’t know… But somehow we really click, don’t we?”. I was taken quite by surprise and didn’t know whether this was supposed to be serious or not. My confused look must have given me away, because he added “Sorry. Forget it! I was just thinking out loud. So… what were you saying?”. I finished what I wanted to say, but couldn’t ignore that he looked at me differently. He was observing me in a way that he hadn’t done before. It felt as if his unfinished thought was still hanging mid-air between us. About half an hour and one glass of wine later we both decided that we’d call it a day, leaving the bar together. Usually we simply smiled and kind-of-waved at each other when saying goodbye, but today he moved one step closer, looked at me and kissed me on my cheek. When I lay in bed a good 40 minutes later, I still felt a light tingling where his lips had touched my skin.
Mina and Dave [mF] [workplace] [intern]
Mina’s life lay in shatters and she didn’t even know why. It simply felt this way for her. All in all, she felt overemotional and yet empty. Everything touched her heart, made her feel vulnerable and weak, flooded with feelings. She had been carrying around this undefinable feeling for quite a long time now, not knowing its roots. And there was this strange humming deep down in the middle of her body. A vibration, a fluttering, deep down in her guts that constantly reminded her of her loneliness, her emptiness. Nobody seemed to click with her, seemed to really see her. Desperately Mina tried to remember when she had been touched the last time by somebody – anybody.
But one day, Dave entered her life. He was an intern. Young, fresh, a new face in the team. His energy and his youthfulness radiated out of his every pores. And he became the highlight of Mina’s days at work. His smile, his naivety, everything he did and said made her feel better. For the first time in a long period she felt seen, no longer walking the workplace like an invisible, empty shell. When Dave talked to her, he always showed authentic interest, meaning every word he said and listening carefully to everything she said. For Mina this felt as if the world had shifted a bit. Around him she didn’t only feel seen, but also *touched*. When he looked at her, his eyes seemed to see inside of her, touching her from the inside.
[MF] Butterfly [stranger]
Butterfly
How could I have known that I would hit me like this? There were only few things that would have given him away. Sure, his youthful energy, his light-heartedness and his contagious, kinky smile. But quite some people have that. What really caught me off guard was that he also would touch my very soul. A part inside of me that usually is very difficult to find. This darker spot inside of me started to tingle without warning. It blew me away. His every word moved their way inside of me. Into my brain, my guts and even between my legs. It felt as if he were playing me like an instrument. I started vibrating deep down – soul and body.
Suddenly I felt this need to analyse his every movement, every tiny little move of his lips and his eyes. God. He looked good. So fresh, so young and so mature at the same time. But everything was so fleeting, so minute, as if I were observing a butterfly. I wanted to hug him. Kiss him. Where did that urge come from? Has this always been inside of me or was he doing that to me?
[MF] His hair is much too perfect… [workplace]
His hair is much too perfect and the way he spoke drives me crazy. He is so utterly confident. Annoyingly confident about everything he does and says. Even about the way he holds his hands when simply standing there. It’s seems there’s nothing that can possibly shake him or make him feel insecure or awkward. And his hair – really! Does it have to be so perfectly tousled, slightly too long, but still framing his face in such an immaculate way? Anyway. His looks and his behaviour make me feel self-conscious and I hate that.
And yet, I constantly dream about him. Almost every night he’s present, looking at me. Touching me. The more this happens, the less I want to be around him. I’ve even started thinking that he might know about my dreams, about my wet panties in the morning. And now there’s this project that we must work on together. Every day sitting in the same office, at the same desk, staring into the same screen. His physical presence is enough to make me feel like a moron.
[MF] Back then it seemed rather strange to me… [stranger]
Back then it seemed rather strange to me. My nipples were constantly hard and whatever I was doing, my brain seemed to be circling around sex. Where the hell did that come from? At the office, when shopping groceries, the smallest hint was enough to make me think about making love. Rough, passionate and real.
After days basically walking around like this, I gave in and let these feelings, this constant tingling between my legs, simply happening without thinking or worrying about it anymore. One afternoon I was sitting in a café, scrolling through timelines on social media apps, bored and relaxed at the same time, when I saw him sitting over there. He looked gorgeous in his grey shirt and jeans. His hair was dark, wavy and a bit longer than he actually wanted it to be. His eyes met mine and I blushed immediately. He was hot. Really hot. And I almost fell of my chair when I realized that he was taking the seat opposite me. He simply said “Hi” and I answered with the same awkward expression. “Hi”. We started chatting a bit. Small talk. Standard small talk without any depth whatsoever. But he knew and I knew. It was so clear that I almost panicked thinking other people might even be sure what was going on here. We paid the bill and left the café, heading towards the exit. He turned around, looked at me again and walked into the men’s room. I hesitated for what felt like an eternity. Then I followed him.
[MF] FF
Slowly but surely my thesis was beginning to be less of a stressful thing. I was moving towards the end of this phase of my life. Everything started to be a bit less tense. Less serious. And I was beginning to enjoy my evenings in the huge library. The lighting in those huge, old-fashioned rooms was beautiful, now that the sun set much earlier, autumn announcing itself clearly.
Mostly I was almost alone after 8pm and very few students were working on their various projects. Today was no different. I’ve only spotted four other students, all of them ten years younger than I was. I was just thinking about leaving earlier, when suddenly someone entered the room through this huge wooden door at the end of the hall. I could hear the loud echo of her brown leather boots. She was wearing a short black skirt and a paisley blouse. Her hair was the most attractive mess I’d ever seen. The dark bouncy curls circled her beautiful face. She looked very pleased with herself and her silhouette seemed to glow in this autumn light. She placed herself at the desk next to mine, opened her laptop and started turning pages in a leathery-looking thick book.
[MF] I simply gave in
I simply gave in. The feelings were too strong. Closing my eyes, I felt his face moving closer and his lips touching my neck. First it was a rather shy kiss on my delicate skin. He looked at me again, I could feel it without opening my eyes. Then he kissed my lips. I felt his soft warm tongue inside. Oh God. I started to shake deep inside of me. Our kiss grew more passionate, more demanding. His hands first touched my cheeks, moving down to my shoulders, my hips, but butt. I drew him closer. I wanted to feel his warmth, his need of me. Even though it was clear that this was a mistake, it felt so right. So perfect.
His hands moved underneath my shirt. I was amazed how fast he opened my bra and how swift his warm fingers started caressing my breasts. My nipples were tingling, eager to feel his touch. His fingertips on my hard nipples, his tongue licking my lips felt like heaven. I knew we’ve reached a point where there was no turning back. Feeling almost dizzy I slid down my jeans and my panty, not caring how stupid I probably looked in this kind of half-dressed manner. He smiled at me when I lifted my head again and our eyes met for the first time since he had started kissing me barely a minute ago. His eyes, his smile looked different. He seemed even younger than he was, radiating with youth and playfulness. I loved his slightly crooked smile which seemed to provoke me even further into doing unreasonable things. I felt 17 again. How weird.