Author: DemonEroticist

New Hope Church’s Sunday morning service had been finished for almost an hour, and Levi was the last child waiting to be picked up. Kayla was sitting on the floor, letting him play with letter blocks when a bold voice asserted itself through the open half of the nursery room door. “Hi, I’m here for Levi.”

At the sight of his father, Levi dropped the block he was holding, and tried to crawl toward the door.

Kayla turned to find to a handsome middle-aged man standing behind the doorframe. His hair was gray, with streaks of black, and he was wearing a long-sleeve lavender button-down that conformed to his muscular arms. “Oh, hi! You must be Mr. Carver,” she said.

“That’s right.” He gave a big smirk. “Apologies for being late. I got talking on the way and almost forgot about pickup.” He chuckled with embarrassment.

“Oh—it’s really no problem,” Kayla said as she stood up and lifted Levi into her arms. “It actually happens more than you’d think.”

“Well, that makes me feel a little better.” He scratched the back of his head. “Still, I probably shouldn’t forget my kid.” Read more »

Behind you, your favorite pain-in-the-ass colleague is standing by the printer, waiting for her copies.

Annoyed and wishing that the shared office printer wasn’t located in your corner, you pull your cellphone out and type under the desk. “She’s literally been here for like ten minutes!”

“It’s okay! Relax. Just let me know once she’s gone,” I reply.

You roll your eyes, turn around, and look at your co-worker who is finally collecting her printouts. You give her a fake smile and turn away. *Dumb bitch,* you think to yourself as she walks past your desk to the other side of the wall.

“She’s done. You can come over.” Your nails click against your phone screen.

“Be there in a minute,” I reply.

You place your phone down, check your shirt, and straighten up in preparation for my arrival. You wore my favorite pink top today, and you want to make sure that it sits just right on your chest.

From beyond the wall, clicking and typing can be heard. Some people are on phone calls; others are probably pretending to work. Not that it’s any of your business. What matters to you is that all of those sounds combine to form auditory cover. Read more »

Catarina’s social interactions on campus were frustratingly limited this semester. In both of her courses, none of her classmates seemed interested in forming connections. It was kind of surprising considering the number of unwanted interactions she had to deal with during the spring and fall semesters. But apparently, in the summer, everybody was playing a different game: get in, get out, and enjoy the rest of the day.

The one friend she had made wasn’t actually a student. It was one of the security guards, Jordan, who was an older man in his fifties. He was very upbeat and friendly, sometimes bordering on flirty. The two spent several nights together, talking when Jordan cleared out the student union center. And, even though he was quite a few years older than Catarina, they were always able to find something to discuss, which Catarina suspected was one of the things that drew her to him.

Sitting in the yearbook room, Catarina checked the time on her laptop. It was 9:00pm. Beyond the glass entryway, there was no sign of Jordan. But she knew he wouldn’t be long. She placed her laptop next to her backpack, then hopped to her feet. Her denim shorts fell to the floor, and she pulled off her bra and top. Despite being in the room by herself, she still felt the need to toss her clothes aside in a showy manner. Read more »

I flip you over and spread your legs, leaning my body over yours. My arms rest on either side of your head. My stiff cock lies between your thighs, taunting your exposed pussy.

“Should I put it in?” I whisper teasingly with a bite of my lip.

“Yes please,” you reply.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes, daddy. I’m sure.” Your eyes look up at me with a pleading desire.

Your use of the honorific title brings a smile to my face. It stirs a feeling of pride within me. I smile excitedly at you, thinking about how lucky I am to have someone who looks upon me with such reverence. I grab the base of my cock and line myself up. You can feel my tip graze between your lips.

“You let daddy know when you need to cum, okay? Don’t forget to ask permission.”

You nod your head up and down. Your eyes are sure not to leave the sight of my throbbing penis. You watch as I gently grind against you, allowing my tip to reach across your clit. Then, I bring myself back down to your entryway. You can’t help but get the sense that I am thoroughly enjoying teasing you. Read more »

The office is bustling with workplace commotion as you sit in your cubicle. Behind the wall, people are discussing their daily monotony. Normally, you would be doing the same, pretending to care about your job. But today, you are a bit distracted.

You look down at your phone and reply to my text, “Now’s a good time.”

“I’ll be over in a minute,” I reply in almost an instant.

An anxious excitement builds as you wait. You peer around the left and right of your workstation to see if anyone is making their way towards your desk. You’ve been blessed with a setup that is backed around the corner. It’s rare that anyone makes a trip to your area unless they need to directly speak with you or use the printer behind you.

You check the time on your computer. *Where is he?* You think to yourself. You feel fairly confident that the voices on the other side of the wall won’t venture around to your area, but you can never be too sure—there have been close calls before. Read more »