Author: insatiablexxxx

[M]y Work Wi[f]e

About a year ago, I finally sold out and started working an office job. It’s my first time in about 15 years in an office environment, having fended for myself on the consultancy and contracting vibe, but an opportunity came up that was worth giving up my freedom. I love and hate it, to be truthful.

The environment I work in is about twenty people, and it’s within the arts, and thus dominated by women. I have my own office, and just outside that is my admin girl. Not a secretary, not officially my assistant (L), but I’ve definitely co-opted her for my own use. The running joke in the office is that she’s my work wife, and I, her work husband. (L) came up with that terminology herself, which I was always just the teeniest bit uncomfortable with. The rest of the office has been using it was well. Stranger still, to me, is that she even introduced me to her actual husband as her work husband. I could tell by the look on his face he fucking hated it. Read more »

Work Trip Distraction [MF]

I was away for a work trip the other day, to a city where I happened to have a lot of friends from the past. It was an overnighter, and I did have a work colleague with me, so I had to play my cards right. Maybe a six hour window that I could have some fun, as we had meetings all the following day. I didn’t particularly want to do the open call out I usually do when I’m in town, and so I messaged two old friends that I knew would be up for it.

One had a cousin’s birthday to get to, and wasn’t sure what time she’d be finished up. A bit of a pity, as she’s the one I spent the most time with on my last trip out, and to say that she was a lot fun would be a grand understatement. The other had other friends in town, but she was quite convinced that she’d be finished dinner early with them, so had time to catch me later for drinks. Read more »

She Touches Herself While I Pierce Her Nipple [MF]

There was a period in my life when I was obsessed with piercings – on my own body, and on others. I was even seeing a piercing artist for sometime, and this is one of my fondest memories. I am less pierced these days; to the point that I have mentioned this to partners and lovers since that they just couldn’t imagine me from then (about 30 piercings at my highest). I even forget myself sometimes, and then memories like this resurface.

We both had the day off, and were enjoying a long and lazy morning in bed. As we lay there and let my tongue caress her nipples, I ask why she hadn’t pierced them. She herself had plenty of piercings, and it just struck me as odd as to why she hadn’t. She then suggests we do it right then and there – but says she wants me to put the needle through.

Stephanie had amazing breasts for such a small frame, and her nipples equally slow. She was of mixed heritage – part Maori, part Welsh – but her her skin was on the lighter shade of pale. Her nipples were a beautiful deep brown, and I love how it contrasted against her skin. Read more »

Temptation [MF]

I’ll be the first to admit that indulging in pleasure so often can at times bring severe pangs of regret. I doubt any of us are immune from this, as I certainly am. I try not to let them haunt me so much, but every so often I’m unable to let it creep towards my indulgences and passions without utterly devastating my soul.

Let me tell you about one of them.

On one day of my bouts of travel, I had managed to ensnare the local Island Princess. She had been chosen as the crowned representative for this particular destination, and by a perfect maelstrom of timing, the right place at the right time, and so on and so forth, fate had landed her in my arms, and my bed. I spent weeks with this dark skinned and delicious slice of caramel confectionary.

I can very much still conjure the taste of her always glossed lips and the coconut oil glistening on her skin. We would spend our days lying on deserted beaches (quirks of true local knowledge), sunsets devouring cocktails, evenings flirting with the ever passing entourage of foreigners, and our nights entangled in tropical heat, fucking until the purple and peach skies of the next day moved over the horizon – and then begin again. Read more »

Sometimes, It’s Best To Skip Conversation [MF]

I’m going to make this one quick, easy, and nasty – just like the girl I’m talking about.

I’d seen Rebecca around the bar fly traps for years. I think back then, it was maybe three years of seeing each other from across the room, but for some reason or another just never actually having a conversation.

Not this time.

We happened to brush across each other on our way to and from the meagre dance floor, and we both stopped, for once. I introduced myself, to which she responded by “Yes, yes, I know. Wow, we’re actually talking.”

“I know, right? How about I get you a drink, and I’ll use that as an excuse to get myself another one?”.

We lineup on the quick end of the bar, I get her requisite G&T, and double up on my whiskey. We choose a quiet corner, and start shooting the shit. We get over the usual pleasantries fairly quickly, and agree to skip over the rest of the menial (there’s a life tip for you – you know those conversations you have hundreds of times over? Everyone’s sick of that, and so should you). I tell her I’m stepping out for a cigarette, and she’s keen to join. Read more »

An Austrian Ringmaster [FM] [FF] [Voyeur]

I’ve been on holiday for the past few weeks, it’s been a much deserved break, having missed out on my Christmas holidays due to an immense workload. Actually, tell you the truth, that’s the last I’ll mention work for now. I’m on holiday – that’s all that matters.

I like travelling to Asia for my trips. Flights are cheap and living is cheap, and I’m always bound to meet some good characters along the way. I’m far from embracing the backpacker lifestyle – I can afford to shell out, and I love getting really unique accomodation. I find getting nice views and private nooks to be a hell of a conversation starter when talking to people trying to stretch out a budget. I like to reward myself with life’s luxuries.

Doing so is how I met Allison. Allison is someone who does embrace the backpacker lifestyle – she’s a professional type, but has managed a life balance where she can embrace a good eight weeks away each year. We met drunkenly on a beach in the Philippines – I was introducing backpackers to the wickedly potent combination of almond liqueur and whiskey (I bid you try it when you can). Allison cuts a fine figure on the beach. The kinda girl that cycles to work each day, and her idea of fun while she’s ‘home’ is hitting reggaeton classes and the gym. I guess when you spend so much time on the beach, it pays to embrace vanity. Read more »

I Fuck Her Farewell [MF]

It was a Friday night, and she told me she was going away for a couple of months on holiday. It’d been awhile since we shared a bed, and we always enjoyed those times, filthy and dirty as it can be.

“I guess I’ll have to come visit you for tea In the next couple of days, then” I said, matter of factly – hardly a question, less a request, not as overt as a demand or an offer of service, and more a self invitation to a question forming in her head.

“That’d be a delight” she says with a faux sense of coy. She knows well what I’m thinking as much as I know what’s she’s picturing. I give her a cheeky smile, which she returns with glittery eyes, as she tells me about her trip over a few drinks, our knees touching here and there, and hands lingering on the borders of tipsy body language and full blown flirtation.

I’d had a hell of a week, and so I ask of her leave, let her to her own devices for the rest of the evening, and hop into a cab to head home. In the passenger seat of the cab, I pull out my phone and simply text her ‘How about I fuck you on Monday?’. Read more »

A Midweek Sojourn [MF]

I was away for a work trip the other day, to a city where I happened to have a lot of friends from the past. It was an overnighter, and I did have a work colleague with me, so I had to play my cards right. Maybe a six hour window that I could have some fun, as we had meetings all the following day. I didn’t particularly want to do the open call out I usually do when I’m in town, and so I messaged two old friends that I knew would be up for it.

One had a cousin’s birthday to get to, and wasn’t sure what time she’d be finished up. A bit of a pity, as she’s the one I spent the most time with on my last trip out, and to say that she was a lot fun would be a grand understatement. The other had some friends in town, but she was quite convinced that she’d be finished dinner early with them, so likely had time to catch me later for drinks. Read more »