Can You Write My Fantasy

There’s a girl who I think is cute. She works at a pharmacy. Five foot, 8 inches, shoulder length brunette, green eyes, average chested, and long legs. I’d love to take her there, right at the counter or somewhere private in the store. I want it to be rough and messy.

The Break Room Part 2 [MF][Blackmail]

If you’d like a refresher, here’s [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/eutd8n/the_break_room_mmfblackmailvoyeuroral/)

I couldn’t sleep that evening.Every time I closed my eyes, All I could see was Heather.

I would imagine my hands grabbing her cheeks, pink and rosy from the lack of oxygen. Her hazel doe eyes staring intently at me as I face fucked her. I tossed and turned in anguish as I could hear her gagging at John’s cock, pretending it was mine. Putting a pillow over my head couldn’t drown the slurps, muffled cries, and gagging noises I heard earlier that evening.I grab my phone and look at the screen: 2:48AM.

My cock was raw. Raw from jerking off three times since I got home at 11:30PM. First, I choked the chicken by re-watching the video over a dozen times. After half an hour or so, I tried to make the bald man cry again. An hour later, I tried to make to make some Beef Strokenoff. Neither of them helped me get some shut-eye.Maybe I deserve this. I felt an ounce of self-pity with a side of disgust but just couldn’t bring myself to delete the video. At least, not until I do something with it first.

The Break Room [MMF][ORAL][VOYEUR][BLACKMAIL]

Where do I start?

I was tasked with closing the store. Again. As if coming to work for the Thanksgiving weekend and doing two weekends straight after wasn’t enough. My asshole manager John decided that I needed to help him close the store at 10:00PM. He said that I needed to take more “responsibility” if I wanted to be a store manager – which I agreed to. I didn’t realize that more “responsibility” meant working myself to the bone at this thankless shithole.

The only good thing about this place was Heather. She’s probably the only person who made this place even close to bearable. Brunette, doe-eyed hazel eyes, and a cute butt. She’s definitely on the cutesy, geeky girl who could easily have an insta-following. Lucky for me, she doesn’t. I can’t believe some guys pass over her because they’d rather fuck some shrimp-face with boobs than Heather. Thank god, some guys are so singularly minded that they wouldn’t fuck anything less than a 32B. Fuck them. I’d fuck her any time of day.

The only problem is that Heather wanted the same job that I’m vying for.

That and that she’s a lot better at ass-kissing. At least better than me.

The Break Room [MMF][Blackmail][Voyeur][Oral]

**Thansks to** u/Starwind_Amada **for the prompt. Story below. Anyone else interested in giving this a shot** [see the prompt here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ett17g/someone_please_write_this/)

# The Break Room

Where do I start?

I was tasked with closing the store. Again. As if coming to work for the Thanksgiving weekend and doing two weekends straight after wasn’t enough. My asshole manager John decided that I needed to help him close the store at 10:00PM. He said that I needed to take more “responsibility” if I wanted to be a store manager – which I agreed to. I didn’t realize that more “responsibility” meant working myself to the bone at this thankless shithole.

The only good thing about this place was Heather. She’s probably the only person who made this place even close to bearable. Brunette, doe-eyed hazel eyes, and a cute butt. She’s definitely on the cutesy, geeky girl who could easily have an insta-following. Lucky for me, she doesn’t. I can’t believe some guys pass over her because they’d rather fuck some shrimp-face with boobs than Heather. Thank god, some guys are so singularly minded that they wouldn’t fuck anything less than a 32B. Fuck them. I’d fuck her any time of day.

Cafe Au Laid [MF]

Cafe Au Laid

Mikaela sits down in one of the empty tables noticing how today seems a little unusual. It’s 9:45 in the morning and the usual crowd of commuters getting their daily fix seems to have dissipated like the morning dew on a hot sunny day. She brushes her blonde hair back, carefully tying it to a ponytail as she soaks her soft hands with the moisture left by the rain she walked through in this cold, but perfect Seattle morning.

She walks confidently to the counter vacillating between which drink she wants to get today: should she go with her usual order of the house drop with some steamed milk on the top or maybe try something new today – she’d been eyeing the store’s new pumpkin spice chai with oatmilk for a few weeks now. She stands still as she gazes on the rectangular chalkboard menu, her black lululemon leggings highlight her toned legs and accentuate her bottom while her white wool knit sweater drapes her upper body. She looked slender and strong but cozy.