Author: myinsideart

A “goodbye” to remeber [MF][Oral].

It was another late day, as Max walked out of work, he sighed. He felt like he hadn't had a day off in weeks, and worse, when he did have some spare time, he had no one to hang out with. His friends seemed to just feel distant, never seeming to care if he texted them, came over, or simply worked for seven days straight. He had no love life, no one even seemed interested in him. Work was is his life. And he hated life. Sure, it had its moments of fulfillment or even 'happiness', but that was the 1%, and he could not live off 1%.

As he crossed the parking lot, he noticed Arlene was standing by her car, alone, seemingly waiting for a ride. Life was his work, so naturally his coworkers were his source of socializing. He walked over, eventually it became apparent to her that Max was coming towards her, and not his car. They had known each other only a short amount of time, she was new and Max was quite the veteran in the field. Read more »

T’was the night before thanksgiving, and all through the house, not a shirt was stirring, not even her blouse. [MF][True]

Honestly, I wasn't feeling very festive. Thanksgiving had been less and less a "holiday" since when I was a boy. No one played football in the crisp fall day anymore. And football games weren't a time to sit around and see just what others thought about the sport, it was a typical football day with lots of fantasy points being scored. Malls were having sales, and people were sleeping far earlier than usual, so they could get to the stores bright in the morning on Friday.

But just because I wasn't feeling 'festive' doesn't mean i wasn't in a thankful mood. Technology, one of my favorite man-made things, gave me an opportunity that made me oh, so, thankful. I had been talking to a girl who was amazing. We texted and maybe even sexted, just a bit, but we talked a lot. But we had no chance to meet, for some time, in the foreseeable future.

Until yesterday. Read more »

One wonderful shower [MF][Oral]

It was an absolute shitty day at work, just the worst. Bosses harping on me, other departments walking through my cubicle peering over my shoulder. Non-stop-issues with customers and coworkers. The only, rare, shinning moments in the day were the texts I recieved from Diana. She was a bit like her super-heroine counter part, strong, violent when needed, confident, and beautiful. She was no couch slouch, and all that 'staying active' showed off in a body that was tight and able to absorb some punishment. She had balance, and even grace, like a figure skater. It wasn't prominent but I could see it. I saw a lot, in the little things that many others missed. She was the girl next door, a pretty face, but with a very dirty, sultry, side. She had dark brown hair, about average height, for a women, and plenty of experience. She looked pretty, but all that hid a mind that was sharp, ready to bear down any and all battles that life threw at her, but also aware of others needs and desires, and she playfully, and tactfully, fed into them. Read more »

Coworker + strip club = an unbelievable story

It's a tough story to believe, I KNOW, but hey, sexuality isn't a light switch or an absolute. It's a scale, a scale that has many factors and each one of us have a personal limiter on it. So when I said I was with a lesbian, you have to understand that the label is just a 'general' guideline. Let's not try to put everyone we know inside a nice, neat, little box, mmmkay? Now that we have that established, listen to may tale about Melissa.

For those who don't know her, she's tall, about my height, but not lanky, nor is she thick. She has this amazing athletic-meets-average body type. We've worked together for a few years. Perhaps knowing she was gay made it easy to not think about every little thing I said. Perhaps for her too, since we joked with each other a lot. There was this immediate comfortability factor that was quite evident from the first day. She has light hazel eyes, brown hair that she usually has somewhat dyed blonde, and an amazing smile. Probably why I liked joking with her so much, was to watch that smile almost never leave her face. Read more »

This one time, at work…..[pt 2][MF]

As 'ex machina' as it sounds, we are fortunate enough to park in a secluded area of the property. It's not completely free of people, and coworkers, walking around but it's not a high traffic area either. This is important because no girl I've been with has ever really been 'comfortable' with public sex (or anything past second base). I don't have a large car, and it began to dawn on me, as I sat her on the side of the hood, that there would actually be no place to have sex. Now would be a good time to describe what she wore, on that lovely body. Tonight was a different night, the dress code was more casual and she actually planned on meeting friends at a bar, so she had a dress on. Not a tight one, but not one that was too flowing either. It was black, and she wore some sporty cowgirl boots. The top hung off her should, with tiny straps keeping it from falling off her upper arms. It didn't show a lot of leg, which seems strange for a dress that cut above the knee, but the top more than made up for it with her exposed shoulders and neck line. Read more »

This one time, at work…. [pt 1] [MF]

…I slept with a coworker. But I should probably start from the beginning.

I met her several months ago. She was new to our company, but she had done similar work elsewhere, so there wasn't a big learning curve. I see her around the office, getting used to our way of doing things, and I immediately take notice. She's slightly shorter than me, around my age, medium length dark red hair (always in a pony tail), pure milky white skin, and cute nerdy glasses that she wears in a sophisticated way. She seemed polite enough, as she smiled every time we would exchange "hello there" glances.

One day my boss has her shadow me, just to get the fine tuning down to make sure she's fully acclimated. She is, in a way that I don't really have to 'show' her anything, we're basically coworkers at this point, just doing the same job and tag teaming everything. Now I get to see and learn her personality. She beams with life, and we hold great conversations. She listens well, and speaks well. I won't hide it, I even like the way her lips form words. She's absolutely beautiful, but I keep my eyes locked into hers. They're a gorgeous hazel color, and they way they squint when she smiles makes me smile right back. Read more »