Author: JamesSmith1096

[MF] Other Duties as Assigned: Part Two

Mikaela knocked on the door and stepped back. When Kyle looked through the peep hole, she wanted him to see the long coat she had thrown on to protect her body from the chill during the walk to his apartment. The coat hung loosely from her body revealing little of her curves, perfect to tease him and invite his mind to wonder how much—or how little—clothing waited underneath. He wouldn’t have to wait long, however. Patience wasn’t Mikaela’s strong suit.

The soft thudding of footsteps presaged the twisting of the doorknob. Kyle opened the door and stood there looking at her. He had changed attire as well. Gone was the button-up shirt of the workday, replaced now by a tight Black Sabbath tee. Instead of khakis, he wore black jeans; the fabric clung to his legs, accentuating his calves and thighs (to Mikaela’s delight). She noticed the revealing bump between his thighs too.

“Good evening,” said Kyle. He smiled crookedly.

“Hello there,” said Mikaela. She leaned against the wall opposite Kyle’s door. Her hands pulled open the coat, revealing her buxom figure clad in a shrunken low-cut tank top and boy shorts. “Are you going to invite me in? It’s cold out here, if you couldn’t tell.” She thrust out her chest. Chilled by the night air, her nipples cut distinct shapes in the fabric of her top. Read more »

[MF] Other Duties as Assigned

This is something I wrote to titillate a friend. Happy to hear from anyone who reads it and likes it:

As one o’clock grew closer, Kyle, a twenty-two-year-old front desk worker, grew more nervous. When the clock struck one, he would have his first annual evaluation with Mikaela, his flirtatious (and married) boss. His performance didn’t worry him (he excelled at the challenges of low-level university administration), but the thought of being alone with Mikaela in her corner office did. Recently, she had been stopping by his desk more often than usual on quiet days—there had been many of those this summer. Today, they were the only two souls in the suite, maybe the whole building. He shuffled papers as the morning’s conversation with Mikaela played back in his mind.

Nearly an hour earlier, Mikaela had leaned over his desk, her ample bosom on display, cleavage spilling out from the (only partially buttoned) pink-striped shirt clinging to her otherwise petit body.

“Kyle,” she said, her long blonde curls framing her face, “I know we don’t talk about our personal lives much, but there’s something I really want to get off of my chest. Do you mind?” Read more »