Author: ImALittleSmut

The best kind of work meeting [MF]

I schedule a meeting with you in our favorite conference room.

It’s the one in the corner with a great view and very little foot traffic.

You need to have a reason to be at that end of the hallway, and most people don’t have a reason to be there. 

That’s why I pick this one. 

I had dressed up a little bit for today. We haven’t seen each other in person since the night you fucked me in the parking garage so I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be able to resist me. So I might have a chance to feel you inside me again. 

I’m wearing a v-neck purple dress and wedge sandals that I know make my bare legs look incredible. 

As I wait for you to enter, I pull down the top of my dress, just a little bit, exposing the tops of my breasts and creating more cleavage than is office appropriate, but you’re the only one who will be seeing me this way. I let a peek of lace from my bra show, too. I want you to realize that I’m putting on a show for you.  Read more »

What I really wanted to happen that night [MF]

We leave the bar together.

You gave me a ride there so I had let myself get a little bit tipsy. Not so drunk that I don’t still have my wits about me, but enough that I am in a great mood. My inhibitions are lowered. The silly, clumsy side of me is starting to emerge.

I accidentally drop my bag on the sidewalk. I don’t know how, but it just slips from my grasp. You put your hand on the small of my back to help steady me as I bend over to pick up the spilled contents. 

I stand back up and compose myself, but take this opportunity to be closer to you, so I ask if I can link my arm in yours. You nod, and I slip my hand into the crook of your arm, leaning into your shoulder under the guise of wanting to shield myself from the chilly autumn wind. 

As we enter the parking garage, I trip over the uneven sidewalk and stumble into you. 

Your arm moves around my waist as you catch me, pulling me in tightly. “This is it.” I think, realizing that this is the closest we have ever allowed ourselves to be physically near each other. Read more »

Getting Punished for Being a Bad Girl (Part 3) [MF] [bd] [nc]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/szodjh/getting_punished_for_being_a_bad_girl_part_1_mf/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t0h50x/getting_punished_for_being_a_bad_girl_part_2_mf/)

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I sense you moving beside me again. Then your hands are around my wrists and the tension in my cuffs releases as you undo the buckles. You lean in, your breath once again hot in my ear

“Remember, don’t move. Don’t make a sound or else we start all over. You’ll know when I’m done with you.”

You gingerly bite my earlobe as you retreat, leaving me still blindfolded, gagged, and with something inside my pussy that feels familiar but I am still not quite sure what it is.

I hear curtains moving and a door closing and then silence . Until the buzzing starts. I realize that the object you left in my pussy is a remote controlled vibrator and my mind starts to race and a bit of panic sets in beacuse I don’t know how I’ll be able to keep quiet.

The vibration intensifies and I start to squirm again, biting my panties to stop myself from moaning too loud, lest my punishment restart. Read more »

Getting Punished for Being a Bad Girl (Part 2) [MF] [bd] [nc]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/szodjh/getting_punished_for_being_a_bad_girl_part_1_mf/)

It feels like an eternity waiting for you to return. I can feel any change in the air on my bare chest and it sends tingles in waves down my body, each wave making my pussy ache, longing to be filled.

Just as I think I can’t take another second of waiting I feel a shift in the air and it sends another shiver through my body in anticipation of what is to come.

I feel your hand on my ankle, gently lifting one foot, and then the other, and letting my panties drop to the floor. I had forgotten they were even there.

You softly caress my calf, tracing the back of your intext finger up my thigh and then gently rest it on my hungry slit. I push my hips into you, trying to take your finger inside me but instead you grab my neck with your other hand and whisper “Not yet. You still haven’t been punished for being naughty.”

With the feeling of your hot breath still against my neck, I feel my shackles detatch and hope I might finally be free. Instead, you bring my wrists together in front of me, tie them back together, and start to lead me somewhere new. Read more »

Getting Punished for Being a Bad Girl (Part 1) [MF] [bd] [nc]

This is my first attempt at writing smut and my first post here, so I am open to any feedback on my writing and word choices and tags. I’ll post the next part if there is interest.

“I can see your freckle.”

“What?” I ask, looking around for a mirror to check my face.

“No, the one you told me you use to gauge whether your top is too revealing. I can see it.” you say.

“Oh.” I look down and realize you are correct and that the tops of my breasts are fully visible. I grab at my shirt to adjust it, but you pull my hand away.

“No.” you say. “If you’re going to be naughty and show them off, I want to see them.”

You slide your index finger down my neck and stroke my cleavage as you pull my top down, alowing my tits to spill out. You take one in your hand and gently rub your thumb around my nipple, causing it to stiffen under your hand. I gasp a little, feeling thte sensation tingling down my spine and arousing me between my legs. Read more »