Hired Help (looking for feedback, unfinished, long) [MFF] [threesome] [anal] [depravity] [squirting]

I got to know someone and wanted to write a story for her. While this is unfinished I was wanting to end it with the couple doing anal while the hired help was getting them both of, but overall wanting a critique of this. It seems a bit long compared to some of the stories here, but I feel a backstory adds to the tension. What do you like, and what wouldyou have written differently?

HIRED HELP

Michelle was a survivor. Going from home to home, hardly having friends to rely on, much less being in a stable relationship; she wanted to be a part of something, to be wanted, to know her purpose in life. It certainly didn’t come from the attention of policemen, nor the repeated warnings from store managers when she got caught stealing things, but somehow the attention came from her gorgeous neighbor Jack and his wife Erin. Sure the couple had a busy lifestyle but they could always use more help, especially when it came to cleanup duty. Michelle had her moments of OCD, but her wanting to feel a part of something, and Jack and Erin always needing an extra hand; Michelle found a niche she could fulfill.

Fantasy sent to my crush [MF, Cheating-caught, true]

I found this sub and wanted to submit a second story. This was recently sent to a female friend i met on Facebook as we started to grow closer and stronger together, sharing much more than how our day went. She’s married and unhappy, so I thought this might have made her more excited. Enjoy…

So we finally sneak away to the 3rd floor away from the guests downstairs, the both of us walking upstairs with you leading me by the hand. My heart aches for this moment, and by the time we get to the floor, looking into your eyes I can nearly feel it too. Smiling devilishly, we embrace slowly. I’m nervous, heart racing, but eager to do anything and everything as the first contact of your parted lips make contact with mine. The comforting sensation of your warm, moist mouth is quickly pushed aside by the sudden sensation of your eager tongue reaching out for my own, aggressively starting to wrestle in our mouths. I can feel the fabric of your snug, little black dress, my arms embracing you; and take in the scent of your special perfume you’ve reserve for this occasion.

Fantasy I sent to the one that got away [MF, true, fantasy]

I reconnected with a coworker from years ago. We knew years before this we had a crush on each other but circumstances sent us different ways. We reconnected and admitted we had fantasies about each other. This was a Facebook text I sent to her, so what you’ll be reading is a true, heartfelt feeling. While she and others have told me i should be a writer, this is my first public story and I’m sure i could use criticism and feedback for any future works. And now the following…

I believe when we hung out you had semi-curly hair. Oh how to run my fingers through it and hold you close. Just being in bed with you, on top, moving downwards licking your tummy, eagerly pulling both your shorts and panties off at the same time, taking in the beauty of your thighs, your curves, your womanhood. I never thought if it would be entirely shaved, partially shaved, or just trimmed. I only imagined running my face over it, taking in your scent, feeling any heat it may generate; but not ignoring your thighs and their softness, their sensitivity. I run my tongue quickly downwards sneakingly tasting you, gliding between your legs, and being rewarded with the texture of your calves, the same calves I remember checking out in your skirt when we first met. Just the mind-blowing realization that I’ve often wanted to feel those same calves resting on my shoulders as we would be fucking, and finally feeling them know, two people with a crush on each other indulging in released passion.