Author: glorifiedtoenado

Friends – Unexpected Comfort

She moved easily from person to person, smiling and happily chatting with each one, remembering every victory and hard time they had been through. Those she spoke with often wore smiles of their own afterwards, and many a man’s eye tracked her path across the room.

“It’s hard to believe she’s the same woman, isn’t it?” smiled one of my friends as we patiently waited with our food on the table, “A couple of weeks ago she would have put her head down and bulled through the crowd. But now look at her! Little Miss Social Butterfly!” Many in our group nodded in agreement and turned to regard our friend, just now barely arriving at our table.

“So sorry for the wait!” she huffed, face flushed, “Loads of catching up to do, really didn’t expect it,”

“What changed, Eli?” asked one of our friends as he began wolfing down his burger, blurting out his words between bites, “I mean, I’m not complaining, but man! You really are a different person!” Elizabeth smiled abashedly at the question, looking down at her food and chuckling to herself. She gave me a knowing glance before carrying on with the conversation, leaving me time to reminisce. Read more »

My Maid and I – Our First Time

Hi, I’m a dude, and I live in an apartment with my maid. She’s Filipino, we’re actually pretty good friends, and it’s a rather respectful relationship. It’s a long story. But what isn’t a long story is how our relationship went from professional to something much more passionate.

I had already seen more of her than what polite society would call proper, and it had given me more than enough to fuel my fantasies for a few weeks. [Having seen her fingering herself while sniffing my underwear](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9he4x4/my_maid_and_i_a_forbidden_glimpse/), it was quite the challenge maintaining an air of courtesy and politeness around her when all I wanted to do was ravage her dripping wet cunt whilst she straddled my face and stuffed my dick down her thr-

Yeah. It was a hard couple of weeks.

A sunny Saturday morning came to pass and we met on the living room couch, chilling and sipping on our own cups of hot coffee, mulling about our day in the cool morning air. We talked a bit about our plans for the day, laughed a little at some witty remark or banter, and just generally hung out. There was a lull in the conversation, and she turned to her cellphone, when something caught my eye. Read more »

Virgin Husband – Get That Damned Dress Off

“Thank you, sir, enjoy your evening!”

“Thanks. Hey, erm… Do you have any… Err… Tips?”

“… Excuse me?”

I slam the door in his face, sweating despite the cool air-conditioning. Heart pounding in my chest, I look down at my shaking hands in disbelief, the golden band around my ring finger glistening in the bright room lights.

Right. I’m married now. I turn around to face my now literally blushing bride, standing nervously by the king-sized bed in her gorgeous gown. Her hands clasped and fidgeting, her eyes staring intently at the floor, as if hoping she could will herself into a less awkward room below. This was it… Right? The magical moment, the wonder of wonders, the thing that God tells you to save specifically for marriage because it’s so wonderful: Sex.

But what God didn’t tell us is how freaking awkward it would be if this were your first time!

For years we had religiously maintained that we would have no sexual activities in this relationship, having both come from religious households where even holding hands in public was frowned upon. In private, in secret, we would sometimes hug, even make-out, but every time things got too intense we would stop it. Similar to an extended “no fap” challenge (look it up), we channeled our energies into other productive things instead, developing our careers and becoming living legends within our own communities. Read more »

My Maid and I – A Forbidden Glimpse

As a bachelor renting my own apartment space, I don’t always have time for menial chores around the house. Fortunately, I had the foresight to hire a maid, and this is the story of how our professional relationship… Deepened.

Julia was a young-ish maid from the Philippines, polite and quiet, a hard worker who rarely slipped up. Her eyes would light up whenever she smiled, which was frequently, and her demure nature would drop for a moment as she talked about whatever piqued her interest at that time. Her curly black hair fell to her shoulders, and her dark petite frame was often masked by the comfortably loose shirt and shorts that she would often wear. The shorts were eventually ditched for leggings, however, and she started wearing them all the time, which revealed a well-toned ass whenever she walked around the house. Read more »