Cravingthesunburst, Author at NSFW story

[MF] No Lunch Break is too Short to Meet You

I glance down at my watch as I step up to the front door, 12:15, my lunch hour is already a quarter over because of the time it took to drive here. Pulling the key out of my pocket I can’t help but smirk, no matter how much or how little time I have… spending my lunch hour with you was always worth it. Pushing the door open I set my keys down on the hall table, quickly kicking my shoes off before I turn left and head towards the bedroom. You had mentioned that you were going to take a nap the last time I spoke with you, and I hoped I would be able to wake you from your nap in one of the handful of delicious ways that sped through my head.

Pushing the door open I was greeted not with the site of you wrapped in the comforter, or of it pushed partway off of you exposing your body to the mid-day sun, but instead my eyes moved over and empty bed. The comforter and sheets pushed back and the spot you slept now empty. I took a moment and inhaled deeply, your scent filling my nose, my being. Once it hit me I could feel the electricity flowing through my body, my cock, which was already half hard, twitched and began to grow more. I needed to have you, I thought as I turned and made my way back down the hallway towards the kitchen. Read more »

When you need help relaxing at work before a big presentation [MF] [Cheating]

I had spent the entirety of last night practicing over and over until I felt I had it down. It wasn’t going to win any awards but the content was good, of that I was sure. It told a compelling story, got the point across, and I was finally starting to believe I’d deliver it well. Saying that my career hung on this pitch might have been a bit dramatic… but I knew I wouldn’t be doing myself any favors by screwing it up.

It was 5am when I pushed open the door to the boardroom. Yes it was earlier than I usually showed up, earlier than anyone showed up as was evidenced by the fact that the office was empty apart from me. I wanted to test the setup, make sure the Powerpoint was working correctly, the last thing I wanted was hiccups during the presentation.

I hadn’t heard from you yet today, but that didn’t surprise me. After all, it was early, and even though you were usually one of the first ones in the office that was still easily 2 hours away. The boss, and yourself always arrived at the same time, 7 am on the dot. Makes sense, him being your husband and all, why take separate cars when you are coming from the same place. Read more »

Deciding to Enjoy Our Lunch Break [MF]

I didn’t notice it, not at first at least. I was at your desk with a question for what seemed like the 15th time already today as you turned from your computer to look up at me.

You were wearing a teal dress, **the** teal dress that I had seen you wear more than a few times over the last couple of months. You looked good in it, and from the way you carried yourself you knew you looked good. I knew some people thought it was a bit risque for the office, but it was a Friday and I had seen more than a few of the other women dressed in a similar way. Besides, I wasn’t going to be the one to complain.

The dress showed quite a bit of cleavage, that was for certain. As you leaned forward to point to something on the spreadsheet that glowed on my laptop screen the elaborate necklace you wore swung outward before tapping back against your skin. I couldn’t help but let my eyes follow it, even if only for a moment, as it seemed to point down to the valley between your breasts as though it was inscribed with the phrase “Look at these!”. Standing next to you as you spoke the temptation, the desire to just let my eyes fixate on your body was strong. I have to admit, it took every ounce of willpower to try to keep myself from looking like a sleeze. Though I admit my eyes glance at them from time to time. Read more »

Does a Shower Still Count if You’re Getting Dirty? [MF]

Closing the front door behind me I tilt my head back and empty the last of my water bottle into my mouth. My breathing beginning to come down from my run I still managed to miss my mouth with some of the water as it cascades down my shirt and onto my running shorts. I can feel my heart slowing as my body comes down, making my way up the stairs to the bedroom so I can shower and that’s when I hear the water in the bathroom already running. I follow the sound and find you standing in the shower. The room filled with steam. The air is thick with moisture. We made our shower a special request when we built our house. Two shower heads, 6 feet long and 3 feet wide, with a complete glass set of doors. We could probably fit 6 or 7 people comfortably inside of it if we felt spicy. Looking beside the door I see your dirty clothes piled up in the corner, the mirror fogged over, my compression shorts and running shorts doing absolutely nothing to hide my growing hardness as I take a moment to watch you through the half fogged glass. Read more »

The Dishes Aren’t the Only Thing That Needs to be Done [MF]

As I close the patio door behind me, grill finally put away, I turn and see you standing in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes from dinner, your movement slow as you stare out the window deep in thought. So lost in thought it seems that a plate dropped from your hand and splashed in the sink full of water in front of you, splashing water down the front of your tank top.

“Shit! This is why I need a dishwasher!” I hear you groan as you reach down to pick it up, elbow shooting out to the side and accidentally knocking over a glass half full of water onto the counter next to the sink.

“Mother–!” You catch yourself but I hear an almost defeated sound in your voice.

“What’s with all this noise? So much yelling for dishwashing.” I say as I walk up behind you, my hands gripping your shoulders firmly, holding you in place with your arms in the soapy water up to your elbows. My 6 foot frame towering over you as my chest presses tightly against your back.

I can’t help but look down the front of your tank top. My eyes are greeted with that hint of cleavage and a tank top that is almost half soaked in water. Read more »

Stood Up Again [MF]

Your eyes risk another glance at your watch and your shoulders drop a bit more as you realize another 15 minutes have passed. Following the pattern you’ve already established, checking the time while dialing his number… which once again went straight to voicemail… again. You can’t help it as the fear and mortification simmer, rising like bile in the back of your throat.

You were stood up.

You are fairly certain that a full hour late means he isn’t going to come, though now all you were left with was your almost empty glass and the decision on what to do with this particular revelation. Your eyes shut, the sting of rejection bringing heat to the back of your eyelids, tears threatening to build and spill over. But you would not cry, not here, not tonight, not over this.

Opening your eyes you find my gaze pinned on you, brow furrowed, arms crossed over my chest as I leanagasint the doorway to the kitchen. I seem to be working the bar every time you’ve come in over the last 6 months. Sometimes he would be with you, but more and more often you’d be sitting here waiting for him only to begin this particular dance yet again. Saying he’d meet you after work, then never show, only offering a lame excuse as to why he couldn’t. Read more »

This Tuesday. Every Tuesday [MF] [Cheating]

I stand at the door as she ran off into the dance studio, her pink tutu bouncing as she found her friends and the giggling and twirling that always preceded her class began in full effect. I see other parents, or other moms if I’m telling the truth, I always seem to be the only dad who brings their daughter to ballet but my wife always has work, or spin class, or bible study… or something. So for the past year I’ve brought her here. The moms sit and begin gossiping, I’ve hear the expression clicking hens and it wasn’t until I came here that I fully understood the reference. I had attempted to sit near them, to try to be social and they more than welcomed me. But it only took one session of their talking for me to realize that this wasn’t for me, wasn’t what I could handle. So I began to walk during the class, 45 uninterrupted minutes of time to sit in my head, to think, to breath and just be. It’s been like this every Tuesday since we started coming Read more »

[MF] A Late Night Visit to Your Room (cont.)

*Well, a thank you to everyone who enjoyed the last part of this. Since it seems like my 2nd person perspective writing isn’t total garbage here is the second part.*

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In the dark of the room, legs still spread open as he kneels in between them, your eyelids lazily flit open. You can feel his unseen eyes roaming over your body as you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm. The light sneaking in under the door frame only casts the smallest amount of light, but it’s enough for you to look down and see every curve of your torso in perfect view for him. You can hear a deep, satisfied groan coming from him, a sound that you can tell is both satisfied and yet still animalistically hungry.

Though it is only seconds it feels like an eternity as he looks you over, the silhouette of his body showing that he is ready to pounce at any moment. But you still feel the need in your core, that emptiness ever since his finger slipped out of you, that need to be filled, to be complete… to feel him. Your hips begin to move again, acting on their own, your body calling to his silently. You let out a low whimper as you feel him move slightly, until that whimper turns into a gasp as you finally feel it. Read more »

[MF] A Late Night Visit to Your Room

It wasn’t the sound of the door opening or closing that woke you in the middle of the night, nor was it the soft padding of my feet on the carpet. What caused you to swim up from the depths of sleep was the way the mattress dipped as he climbed into it. As the cool air from the room moved across your skin, given an opening by the lifting of the blanket as he slid in next to you your skin began to flush and your heart quickened. Taking all the self control you possess, you will yourself to stay calm, to take measured and deep breaths.

Then you feel it, a hand on your naked thigh, exposed as your oversized t-shirt sits wrinkled and collected at your waist. The palm squeezes your leg gently as it begins to run down towards your knee, before doubling back and climbing up your hip knowing he could tell that the shirt was the only thing you were wearing. As the fingers slowly, almost lazily, move back and forth over your skin you feel a static buzz ignite between your thighs at his touch, to feel his hands on your bare flesh. Read more »

[MF] After Talking for Months We are Finally Able to Meet

Your flight landed in the early afternoonand I can’t contain my excitement, standing at the airport buzzing with the energy of a child waiting to open their presents on Christmas morning.. Not only to meet you, but at the idea of all the things we will do with each other, to each other, all the things wehave been talking about online for months.

As you walk out of the doors of the airport to my waiting care we can’t help but grin at each other like idiots. My arms wrapping around you, lifting you into an almost cartoonish spin causing your dress to flair out slightly, touching you for the first time, being in your presence for the first time. “God you smell better than I imagined.” I couldn’t help but let out as I set you down, almost rolling my own eyes knowing that I might not have picked the most romantic thing to open with. I quickly put your suitcase in the trunk and steal a kiss while the trunk’s up, giving us a little privacy. What was supposed to be a peck as our lips touched, turned out to be much longer as they parted and allowed our tongues to dance together for the first time. Read more »