Stress Relief [Str8] [Fdom] [Msub] [Oral]

The day had been long, the work exhausting. While by no means was it unique to him, it didn’t seem to make much difference. His head ached and his senses were slightly dulled from overuse. The constant focus and stress of dealing with irate customers had been soul-crushing. He slogged from car to doorstep, only pausing to ring the doorbell, momentarily forgetting he had his keys in his pocket.

The cheery chime of the doorbell greeted him a moment before his wife, chipper and bright-eyed, opened the door knowing it was probably him. He smiled a tired smile at her and didn’t even see the door pass him by before he’d stepped forwards into his wife’s loving embrace. He felt keenly her small, strong arms and the softness of her chest against his own as she murmured in his ear. “Welcome home, honey. ” Stepping back from him for a moment to give him a cursory examination, she frowned softly.

“Are you okay? You look tired, sweetie.”

He stepped through the doorway into his home, pulling the door closed behind him as he laughed weakly.

The Librarian [FM] [FEMDOM] [ORAL]

The quaint little library, sheathed in brick and the smell of age and time sat lonely on a street corner. The man tending it was oftentimes the only one there. It was a peaceful job, one that paid well and though he’d had different ambitions in his youth, some pushed upon him and some dreamed from within him, he was happy and at peace. The books were his companions, the library, his home.

A warm summer’s eve threatened to change that, in the year 2024. The man sat at his desk by the front doors, idly flipping the pages in his book. Not a title that graced the shelves of most libraries, but he’d put in a requisition form for them and received them. He considered the fact he never had to pay for his favourite novels a blessing that came with the job.

The bell on his desk abruptly shattered his silence. He startled, fumbling his book onto the desk in front of him. Heart thudding violently, the sight that greeted him didn’t exactly help.

“I’m sorry, did I scare you?”