This is my first attempt at writing stories like this for an audience. I’ve always been a massive fan of the format and good stories are a favorite turn on. Depending on the reception, I’ll keep relaying the various sexploits of my life in the future! I warn readers in advance that this will take a few paragraphs to become explicitly sexual.
I’ll get the demographics out of the way. I’m a twenty-something, olive skinned, broad dude of mixed race. Five-foot-ten and muscular but with what nice observers might say approaches a dad bod. I’ve got short curly hair and extremely dark brown eyes. Very outgoing and flirtatious, which is basically the theme of most of my stories. I’m currently a graduate student, so most people I interact with every day are nerdy scientists. One of my coworkers destroys that stereotype, though. We’ll call her Anya, and she’s also of mixed race. The only ways way to describe her is ‘unique’. Half Indian, slightly wider-than-average-set deep brown eyes, just scraping by five feet tall. Her skin was lightly tanned and she sported this athletic, dancer’s body. It’s clear that she goes on runs and hits the gym. Lab coats and dress clothes never hid her round ass or curvaceous, perky breasts, and despite her relatively prim and proper presentation, there was always a hint of sexuality in her outfits.