Author: mollyfriedmanerotica

Enjoy & stay horny <3

__

Michael and Nia sat on his Brooklyn deck, a rare and ambitious luxury in the city, staring out at the lonely rooftops warming themselves in the summer sunset. A couple of discarded sparkling seltzers sat between them.

“What about them?” Nia asked, pointing her long, strong arm towards an apartment. The two of them could see the silhouette of a couple who seemed to be in the middle of a commonplace dinner.

“Swingers,” Michael said, assuredly, taking a sip of his beer. “They’re carbo-loading before they hit the club.”

Nia laughed and swung her long braids over her shoulders.

“That’s where I think you’re wrong,” she smiled, turning to glance at him. “He’s her little slave. She lets him sleep over when he’s been a good little boy.”

“You trying to hint at something?” Michael asked, raising his eyebrows.

Nia rolled her eyes. “I’m grabbing another beer. Want one?”

As Michael nodded, he watched his fuck buddy’s curvy frame disappear from behind a door. The two of them had been happily fucking for months now, both comfortable with the arrangement. While it’d been her looks that immediately entranced him, he was often surprised (in a good way, of course) at the depths she’d go to please him, surprise him… Read more »

Please enjoy a recent story I wrote about Kira’s first days at the Sybian factory under the tutelage of her sexy boss, Ms. Long.

​

_

​

Kira looked at the contract sitting on the conference table between the two of them. Ms. Long looked up from her phone quickly, and then went back to typing emails, her nails clicking efficiently, albeit impatiently. Kira cautiously pulled the agreement to her, eyeing the highlighted portions immediately.

“…Employee consents to behavioral corrections performed at the discretion of their immediate supervisor…”

“…In signing this contract, employee notes their agreement to a sex-positive work environment in which sexual activity will be used [at explicit consent] to motivate, celebrate, and discourage performance…”

Kira took a deep breath, her C-cup breasts rising slowly.

Ms. Long looked up again from her phone, eyeing the 26-year old redhead from across the able.

“Any issues, Kira? If you have any hesitations, it’s better not to sign anything. Nobody will think any less of you if you walk out now. We want the right fit for this position.”

The two women held eye contact. Read more »