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PARKING LOT RAGE QUIT MASTURBATION [F]

PARKING LOT RAGE QUIT MASTURBATION

Elizabeth hurried into her car, slammed the driver’s door closed, and immediately gripped the steering wheel with a towel-wringing strength, twisting and pulling the faux-leather wrap.

Or, as she imagined them: strangling the last two awful hours at work.

She relaxed her grip, taking several shallow breaths to regain her composure, and pressed her head back into the headrest.

She glanced at the rear view mirror, saw the blue and green neon lights of the Day N’ Nite Grocery sign behind her in the parking lot.

“Fuuuuuck that place,” she muttered, tensing back up and stomping her feet, hands back on the steering wheel in a violent grip.

It was five o’clock. Shoppers pushed shopping carts in and out, a perpetual motion machine, and the parking lot was a constant come-and-go.

She had parked at the far end of the lot in the spots facing the road that employees were allowed to park in. A little less come-and-go here. A stray shopping cart was beside her, driver’s side. She had given it a kick before unlocking her car. On the passenger side was Max’s car, a banged up red Camry that made her boxy Volvo look like a Cadillac. A handful of other cars were parked along this strip, but she only knew of a few co-workers that drove to work. Read more »

SLEEP MASK FINGER FUCK SHOW [FMM] [Str8]

SLEEP MASK FINGER FUCK SHOW

Ryan opened the door. Stephen smiled on the other side, waving a bottle of wine. “I’m early, if that’s okay. I underestimated your competent public transit system.”

“Dude, by an hour! Come in, man. Danielle is just taking a nap.”

They stepped into the living room. Danielle was laying on the sofa, a sleep mask over her eyes. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and her nipples were almost visible through the white tee which was bunched up, exposing her stomach. Her left arm lay across her hip and her hand rested on her white panties.

“What a beauty, right?” Ryan said when he noticed that Stephen’s eyes were clearly locked on his wife.

“I’d love to come home to that every night, lucky man,” Stephen said quietly.

“Sit,” he motioned to the recliner chair directly facing the sofa, “I’ll open the wine.”

Stephen sat and took in beautiful Danielle’s body and state of dress. He was mesmerized, barely registering the pop of the wine cork from the kitchen.

When Ryan returned, he placed three wine glasses and the opened bottle on the coffee table. “She’s a heavy sleeper, but at least she doesn’t snore.” Read more »

SNIFF [FF]

SNIFF

You shower at 9am. You do not put on deodorant. You do not put on perfume. This you agreed to.

You go to work. For lunch, you eat a very garlicky pasta. You stop at the gym and run for 40 minutes on the treadmill. You do not shower.

At home, you change your clothes, but keep the same panties on. You do not brush your teeth. This was agreed upon.

At 7pm, you drive to the hotel. When you arrive, you text her that you are here, and that you are ready. She replies with the room number.

The doorman greets you as “Ma’am” and you smile as you pass. You take the stairs, follow the numbers on the fourth floor, knock on room 422.

She opens the door, and you enter. She’s stripped the bed, but for the white fitted sheet and one pillow. All of the lights are on.

She shows you an envelope, places it on the dresser, and positions you standing under the brightest overhead light. Neither of you speak, as was agreed. Read more »

BEACH PUSSY [FMF] [Les] [Bi]

BEACH PUSSY

The choice to hit the clothing optional beach was made in the frustration of traffic, which had been at a crawl — if even that — for the last mile.

“Should we just hit the nude beach instead? The turn-off is just ahead.”

Maddie had a point. Any longer in this traffic, and all desire to hit the beach was going to slip away.

“It’s probably less crowded, too.” Amy said. “I’m down for it. Let’s get the fuck off this road.”

Maddie took the right as soon as the opportunity allowed, and let out a “woo!” as the speedometer increased to a more tolerable number.

In the parking lot, they gathered their beach gear and headed down the path to beach access. They surveyed the landscape. A perfect sunny day without sweltering heat, and a moderate amount of folks on this stretch of sand.

“Perfect. Let’s set up over there,” Amy said, pointing past the volleyball net where four people were gathered drinking beers, the ball resting in the sand.

They spread out their towels side by side, anchoring them with their cooler and backpacks. Maddie produced a large squeeze bottle of sunblock. “Let’s do this.” Read more »

ART FUCK WORK PARTY [FMMF]

ART FUCK WORK PARTY

The Letter That Came With the Painting:

Hi Peter!!! I wanted to surprise you for your birthday! Surprise! I taped this letter to your present, so hopefully you saw the “read me first!” before you unwrapped it. So keep reading, friend!

I bet you weren’t expecting such a large package to show up at your door. I hope you like it. I tried to think of something unique for you this year. I definitely think I found one.

So, I learned that one of my coworkers is an artist. A painter, actually. He showed me his Instagram one day when it came up in conversation. It’s only his hobby, but his work is amazing.

I was only a little bit joking when I said, “If you ever need a model…”

He said, “I have a lot more, just stuff I can’t put on Insta.”

Anyway, there was a work party sometime after that. You know how work parties go! Everyone gets way too sloppy drunk. After some of the lightweights went home, a handful of us ended up back at his place. It was me, John (the artist), Samantha, Greg, and Blake. Read more »

WHERE DO WE FUCK AT WORK? [MF] [Str8]

Where Do We Fuck at Work?

You arrive at work, park the car. Twenty minutes early. You recline the driver’s seat, turn up the music, close your eyes.

You stayed up way too late, texting with Shannon who should already be inside on shift.

You replay the conversation in your mind. Intoxication on both sides dropped inhibitions.

You remember his words, “Even if I never had a chance with you, I can’t help being turned on every time I think of you.”

“Do you get off to me?” you asked, brazenly.

“If I said yes, would you start ghosting me?” he asked.

“No, Shan. It’s flattery.”

“Then, yes. Yes I do. Often.”

You try to remember the conversation that led to this, but all you can recall is the rush you felt when he said that. Your head was light, a mix of the weed you hit and the adrenaline that made your hands tremble, and the scared exhilaration that tingled all over the moment you snapped a pic and tapped send.

You had been sitting in your chair, wearing a tank top and panties. Your bedtime outfit. You had spread your legs, pulled your panties to the side, snapped the pic. Read more »

THE DARE, AND THE UNEXPECTED NIGHT [FM]

THE DARE, AND THE UNEXPECTED NIGHT

“Send him a text,” I said, setting up the dare. “Just type, ‘which body part?’ and see what he says.”

“I know what you want him to say, and I think I know what you are going to ask me to do,” she smirked. “He’s my coworker, dammit.”

“He’s got three chances, ok? I guarantee you his first reply won’t be naughty.”

“Fine.”

She types:

* w h i … ch bo…dy p art?

Moments later:

* ???? ankles?

“Ha, alright, take a pic of your ankles and send it to him, then ask the same thing again.”

She does.

* whic … h b … ody par … t?

“I wonder why he thinks I’m asking.”

“Maybe he thinks you are a serial killer asking which part to chop off next.”

Almost immediately, he responds:

* belly button

“He’s getting closer,” I said, a smile of anticipation as she snaps a pic of her belly and hits send.

* beautiful belly button!!! i love the piercing

“This time, say ‘last one, which body part?'” Read more »

Body Ache Gurney Fuck [FMM]

Body Ache Gurney Fuck

You’ve gone into work with your body aching. You are wearing a loose shirt for comfort on a warm day, and a bra that fits less than snug. You’ve chosen scrubs instead of slacks, and they make your ass look perfect.

“You okay?” asks Sullivan, a coworker you’ve been friendly with. You sigh, and tell him your muscles and joints are being especially problematic today.

You demonstrate movements where the soreness makes itself most known, and when you lean forward, the neckline of your shirt gapes open. He reddens when he sees right down, not only a clear shot to your waist, but also your nipples where the bra cups hang loose.

“I think you just saw me naked,” you laugh.

“That was certainly a view,” he says, grinning.

“Good thing I like you.”

A few hours later, your shift is over, and he’s just gone on lunch.

“How’s the body feeling,” he asks.

“Ugh, I need a massage,” you say, and he jumps on the opportunity.

“I’ve been told I give great massages,” he says through a nervous smile, though he tries to hide it. “Let’s find a gurney and a room?” Read more »