Author: GreyBlue2020

The Colleague. [M] [F]

She was Gujarati, slim and pretty. She dressed well– professionally, but never tediously. She was older than I was, perhaps 34 at the time, and ran a team, which at the time I did not. She was also married– clearly unhappily, but unable to remove herself from the situation.

We eyed each other up every time I passed her desk, which was often. We could tell what the other had in mind– there was no pretence of it being anything professional or platonic. It was a fun office, by the standards of the City, for being a very large company, and drinks events were common. At the end of particularly fun evening, we found ourselves next to each other at the bar (not entirely by chance). I bought her a drink, and after perfunctory small talk for the sake of those on either side of us, she leaned in and told me that she had thought from the moment she first laid eyes on me that I looked like the man from 50 Shades of Grey. I asked her if she liked that; she looked me in the eye and slowly nodded.  Read more »

Be[F]ore the on call roo[M]

When I was in university, I became friends with a woman in medical school. She was in my broad circle, which is to say that we ran into each other at parties a few times a month. One of them got a bit wild; we were in the countryside, and the night had an air of surreality to it. We had been flirting, which in itself was a departure for us; we had only ever been friends, in part because she had men in the group constantly chasing after her and I had no interest in petty squabbles unless she was interested. It transpires that she was– flirting turned to her hand brushing over my cock, which turned to my hand cupping her ass, which turned to her spreading her legs and trying to contain her moans as I slid my fingers inside of her under a coat as we were driven back to the house we would be sleeping in. Read more »

The day [m]y girl[f]riend met the Prime Minister full of my cum.

A few years ago, my girlfriend and I were both working in politics. She worked for the party in office, and I worked for the opposition. She was beautiful, always elegantly dressed, wore pearl earrings, polite and charming– precisely the sort of girl you would expect to work in politics, the sort you would expect to be a model of propriety. When we met, she was so; I was the first man she had ever been with, and she hid her spectacular figure so well that the first time I undressed her, it was a very pleasant surprise. She quickly discovered she had an incredible sex drive and a taste for the mischievous– pulling me away from parties to take her before returning to the crowd, riding me until she soaked the bed and pulling the duvet up to cover the wet spot just before having people by our (studio) flat– but she remained a resolutely conservative woman in public, and especially at work. Despite both working there, we never had sex in Parliament; there, she kept herself entirely prim and proper. (I did do so with someone else, before we met, incidentally– one of the most memorable nights of my life). Read more »

[M]y AirBnB [f]alling through led to a night of very little sleep in a hotel on the Champs-Elysées.

This happened a few years ago. It is a long read, but it was a long night.

I was on my way back to Paris, after a few days in Barcelona. I took the train rather than fly– it is beautiful countryside, why not?– and had picked up a few bottles of wine and some meats and cheeses, both for the train ride and to have when I arrived. I boarded early to secure a good seat at a table, ideally one to myself if space permitted. As we were about to depart, a girl came on board, having just parted ways with her friend, who was determined to take what I assume were their allotted seats in a different carriage. I did not pay much attention as she sat down across from me, as I was engrossed in a book, until we were well underway. When I did look up, I had a pleasant surprise. She was cute, obviously American, and in her early 20s (perhaps five years younger than me at the time); we made eye contact, and exchanged a smile. A few hours in (it is a long ride), I brought down the food and wine I had taken with me, and asked her if she would like some. Read more »