Author: ForwardTime5541

PLAYING AT THE OFFICE CH2 [FM]

His attention had shifted to my hand between my legs, but I kept mine fixed on his face. I enjoyed watching his face contort in pleasure and misery, how his gaze darkened with the hazy want that my motions were creating to arise within him.

Heat rushed through me, reaching my legs and belly. As I slipped a finger under the lace, feeling my clit without the barrier, my cheeks burned.

I lifted one leg, setting the heeled foot on one of the chair’s arms, and his attention didn’t miss it, traveling down the length of my leg so close to him and back up to where I now work for a second hand in, one finger slipping in and out of me.

At some time, my mind began to wander, and I closed my eyes, leaned my head backward, and allowed myself to drift in the warm sea of bliss. I gasped, biting my lip as the most powerful wave approached, and I was ready to meet it with glee.

“Stop,” he said, his voice harsh and hard. It was a command, and I couldn’t defy it. Read more »

PLAYING AT THE OFFICE [FM]

I told myself as I lifted a hand to knock on the door of my husband’s office that it was time to show him the side of me that had been concealed for years. I’ve been denying myself for far too long.

“Come in,” he said from behind the closed door, and I found him at his desk, lying back in a leather chair, nose buried in a book. He looked at me through the top of his spectacles, and the astonishment in those bright blue eyes sent shivers down my spine. “Harper? Were we supposed to have lunch together and I forgot? ”

I licked my lips and marched forward, my hands reaching for and untying the belt of my coat. I couldn’t keep them from shaking, and I hoped he didn’t notice.

“I came here to talk about the deadline I missed, professor,” I whispered softly as I approached his desk. His brows were still furrowed, and he blinked at me slowly.

My coat parted, showing the sly little dress I was wearing beneath. If you can call it an outfit at all. It was a little pleated skirt with a back that barely covered my ass. He’d get an excellent look at the area where my thighs meet my cheeks if I turned around right now. Read more »

[FM] FOODE DELIVERY

The Friday night drinks party at work had come to an end. I’d been standing for hours in my new three-inch heels, which were killing me. I simply wanted to go home, have a nightcap and something to eat, and put on one of the old T-shirts my ex had left behind when he ran off with his lab assistant three months ago.

The cretin!

I unlocked my front door and turned on the lamp in the living room before walking through to the bedroom, leaving a trail of my dress, bra, and underwear behind me. I hurled my shoes across the dimly lighted room, my feet sliding into the carpet.

Did I mention he had a male lab assistant?

Most likely not. I was still reeling from the shock and didn’t want to bring it up again, not even to myself.

What was evident to me, however, was that Greg was not returning.

He was, ironically, one of the most macho-looking individuals you might encounter. That didn’t seem to matter; as I’d discovered on Google, gay men were frequently stunningly attractive and sexually sophisticated. I must have missed something in the six months we had been married and the two months before that of our whirlwind relationship. Read more »

[F] THE ATTEMPT

I used to be youthful. I’m too scared to give in to my desires. Looking back, I’m not sure how I resisted, but I’m not sure how I’m so free to be face down, ass exposed in the air, ready to take submissive orders today.

We went somewhere far enough away from home to have complete independence. It started with a text I always laughed off, “I still want you,” to which I responded, “I’m starting to believe you.” For a long time, I’d pretended it didn’t mean anything so we could move on to casual talk and not have to wake up to our unfinished business.

“I had a secure box in which I hid all these feelings, and you’ve just unpacked it, and now I’m just… I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure, what box?”

“Never mind, I just remember you and how you feel.”

When we arrived, I was struck with guilt and felt I shouldn’t have come. He stripped off my clothing and stroked every part of me, kissing me all over. He ate me up, and when I arrived, my legs wouldn’t stop shaking. I was being childish, and he was gentle, passionate, and only willing to give and take as far as I was willing to go. Read more »

[F] FOR THE LAST TIME

When I paid for my train ticket to London with the same twenty-pound note my parents had given me for food, I felt guilty. They were aware of my difficulties with my first boyfriend and first lover. It was obvious to everyone. My university flatmates were tired of the sleepless nights caused by our heated arguments and the scandalously loud make-up sex that ensued whenever he came to see me.

I was addicted to this passionate emotional rollercoaster. All the time, up and down, up and down. The highs were thrilling, but the lows were terrifying. It was draining. I discovered that no amount of orgasm could compensate for the constant drama.

I felt compelled to end my relationship with him. It happened during a serious phone call. It made sense to do it this way because we lived in different cities and were both students with little to no money. When I told him I couldn’t take it any longer, he remained silent. He simply admitted that our relationship was not sustainable or healthy and that it had to end. Read more »

[MF] THE CHRISTMAS PARTY AT WORK CH2

I was fuming inside. He knew how to get under my skin, but I wasn’t going to tell him. Perhaps it was time to push some of his buttons and really get him going.

I leaned back slightly, my full breasts protruding from beneath my low-cut dress. I lifted one stiletto and placed it next to his thigh on the chair.

His cool demeanor did not last. I used one long manicured finger to close his jaw as he gasped.

“I don’t need your attention, or the attention of any other man, Rich. I enjoy myself. When it comes to breathing fire, be careful how much you tease because you might get burned.”

I purposefully opened the knee of my raised leg. I noticed him attempting not to look.

“What are you trying to accomplish now, Jess?” You’re crazy.”

He appeared to be uneasy… or just hot under the collar. His hand moved nervously to his neck, attempting to loosen his already loose collar even more.

“I don’t see you moving away,” I said quickly. I told myself I was just teasing and didn’t want this. But I was very good at deceiving myself. Read more »

I [F] 22 now had an affair with my gym teacher [M]27

I was late for gym class my first day of my senior year. I was running late because I was trying to get my makeup right and my sister was taking too long in the bathroom. ‘The bell rang and I didn’t stop running until I made it to the gym. By the time I got there Mr. Reiner was already in the middle of stretching and yawning. “You’re late, dummy,” he said as he pulled up his pants. “Get your ass over here.”

I ran as fast as I could without tripping over my own feet and made it to the bleachers in record time. “Ouch,” I said as I rubbed my leg after a girl in front of me took a tumble. “My bad.”

“It’s not your bad if you’re late,” Mr. Reiner said as he rubbed his back. “You have to be on your game today because I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise? Should I be worried?” I asked as I glanced at his crotch. He was wearing gym shorts and his dick was sticking out the bottom. “Oh, yeah, it’s gonna be a big one,” he said as he pulled up his pants. “You’re gonna love it.” Read more »