Author: TerriblyEasy

I think the cute new receptionist has a thing for me [M27/F20s] [blowjob at work]

“Are you– are you doing ok?” Esme’s green eyes and button nose are scrunched up with concern, her hand resting on my shoulder. This small gesture catches me off-guard, it’s the most human touch I’ve had in months.

I blink the sad revelation away. “Uh-oh. What did I say?”

“At the stand-up this morning,” she tilts her head to the side, “You were… well, cranky. And, no offense, Peter, but you’ve been that way a lot lately.” Her words roll through their syllables, inflected with some sort of English accent, but not one that sounds particularly proper.

I slink back into my chair, twiddle with the mechanical pencil on my desk. The desk has a cheap computer on it and is set against a big glass wall, rows of new cars lined up outside. An SUV, blue and shiny and sleek, sits on a pedestal behind me. I look around, scanning for customers and co-workers alike. We’re alone for the moment. “I’m not offended. Thanks for letting me know, Esme. I’ll work on it, somehow, I guess.”

“Well, let me know if I can help,” she says. Read more »

How I got a free-use roommate [M26/F23] [sex] [oral] [blue ball relief]

I’m laying on the couch, forcing my way through another dense academic article, doing my best to understand why my thesis advisor thought this would help me, when Theresa says, “What do you think of these pants?”

Vaguely, in the part of my mind that filters out distractions, I’d been aware that Theresa’s door had opened and she’d strutted out. I blink as the information percolates into my awareness, and I see that she’s stopped in front of me, her butt in my face, her shoulders and head twisted around to look down at it. “How does my ass look in them?”

Theresa’s ass, I am seeing, is perfect. Round yet firm, plump yet toned, it curves out majestically from her tight little waist, down to her longer, slender legs. Wrapped in these new workout pants that cling to her skin and show off every contour, I am suddenly reminded that it has been far too long since I’ve gotten laid. “Uhh…” I mumble, searching for words.

She adds, “They’re not too tight, are they?” Read more »

I got teased off by the hottest woman [M24/F25ish] [cheating] [handjob] [tits]

Astrid is tall, busty, and beautiful. She’s wearing a patterned skintight jumpsuit which leaves zero uncertainty as to her sexy perfection. She walks through the door from the patio with a sanguine grace, hips sashaying and chest bouncing. She’s precise, planning each catlike step through the room, past Dan, her boyfriend, asleep on the recliner. Around Levi, Dan’s cousin and my best friend, asleep on the loveseat.

And up to me.

I stare up at her. I can’t not but stare. Her platinum blonde hair is pulled back in a tight bun, and as she looks down at me, laying out on the cabin’s couch, it’s over her considerable chest. My gaze slides down her frame, over her flat belly, her slender waist, to where her legs meet. The thin fabric of her jumpsuit is pulled tight into her pussy.

My breath catches.

“You like?” she says, running her hands up her sides.

“Uh-huh,” I nod dumbly.

She smiles and walks away. I stare at her curvy, round ass, daydreaming… She pauses, turning her head over her shoulder to look at me as if I’m an idiot. “Are you coming?” Read more »

I flirted with my friend’s dad and got more than I bargained for [F21/M40s/F40s] [groping] [oral] [threesome] [sex] [age difference]

I was dorky as a teen, not knowing how to dress my awkward, gangling long limbs and thinking that the acne on my face was ‘no big deal.’ I wasn’t a pretty sight, and my ill-fitting clothes and pizza-face and granny glasses helped none. I cringe thinking back to the girl I was then, thankful that I’ve figured things out.

But an adolescence full of guys scoffing when I came near, making fun of me when I talked, and just generally being assholes has left its scars on my confidence. Now that I’m a little older and fitter and hotter, my gut reaction whenever a guy makes a move is to shoot him down, since he’s obviously making fun of me. I do it immediately, automatically, a defense mechanism against rejection, no matter how cute and sincere he is.

I’m trying to stop doing that. Yet old habits are hard to break.

I need a confidence boost, and I think I’ve found one, even though when I think through what I’m planning, I freak out and panic and second-guess myself. Read more »

How she paid the rent [F22/M25] [masturbation] [sex]

“Go see what the hell she wants,” the text message said, “If it’s anything other than giving you $950, then tell her to pack her shit and get outta there.”

So I drove to the apartment, the one my father owned and had me manage. He and Mom spent all their time down in the Caribbean, “enjoying their retirement,” they said. That left me to be their personal servant, doing all the work of finding renters and fixing leaks and repairing air conditioners and listening to tenant complaint after complaint after complaint. And if it were up to me, I’d fix shit up. Lord knows my dad makes enough rent off his three eight-plexes to afford it.

But it’s not up to me. So I sighed and parked my twenty-year-old Honda in the spot reserved for ‘manager’ — basically the only perk of the job — and trudged up the stairs. The paint was peeling, the wood rickety and starting to crack. I made a mental note to add this to the handyman list. It was a long list.

I passed the identical doors, numbered twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two. The numerals were made from cheap brass and tacked on with small nails. Read more »

I got more than I bargained for when visiting home with my new girlfriend… [M21/F19] [sex] [oral] [cheating] [morningwood]

I run my fingers down the stitched black leather, nervously admiring the elegant curves and plush contours. “You’ve got a very nice car, Mrs Glassner.”

“Thank you, Adam,” she says, “That’s kind of you to say.” Her eyes flash on mine in the rear-view mirror before returning to the road, navigating us out of the chaos of the airport’s arrivals terminal.

Monica, her daughter, riding shotgun, turns in her seat to face me, giving me a warning glare. I shrug.

“Remind me again,” Mrs Glassner continues, “How did you two meet? In class?”

“No,” Monica shakes her head, “It was through a friend of a friend. Erica Garcia, you remember her? Mary’s friend? Well, anyway, Adam’s her cousin.”

“Oh!” her mom says, “Well, that’s very brave of you, Adam, spending the holidays with your girlfriend’s family. Won’t your own family be missing you, though?”

“Not really,” I say, “My mom and all her sisters are nurses, and they’re always working Christmas and the other holidays. Holiday pay, you know? We’ll have our family dinner the week after.” Read more »

She just wanted to play a game… [M20/F20] [morningwood] [sex] [blue ball relief]

My eyes slide open, but everything’s blurry. I reach up, wipe away the crust, and am confused. Wood rafters, a strange blanket, strange sheets, weird artwork on the walls, all ducks and reeds. This isn’t my room. This isn’t even my house.

I wipe my eyes again, but everything’s still there. I roll my head to the other side. More wood rafters, more ducks. A painted wooden duck on a small table. A duck stuffed animal next to it. I’m always a little delirious when I wake, but this is taking the cake.

Below the foot of the bed — carved with artwork of two ducks in flight — it’s bright, and I haven’t mustered the courage for sunlight yet. Plus, there’s some noise I don’t comprehend. It’s familiar, yet I can’t place it. So I rub yet more crust from my eyes, and squint down past my feet.

A big window, rolling hillside beyond glowing with morning light. A TV just in front of the windows in a wooden hutch. A couch between my bed and that TV.

The TV is on, some video game. I sit up to see who’s playing. Read more »

My fiance asked me to get on better terms with her sister, but I don’t think this is what she had in mind [M24/F24] [cheating] [spanking] [sex] [oral]

“I don’t know what my sister sees in you,” she laughs at me, mocking and cruel, “But you’ve always been — and always will be — a gigantic fucking loser, Squeegee.” She’s called me since middle school.

“That doesn’t matter, Leann,” I say her name deliberately, enunciating both syllables hard, “Doesn’t change the fact that Tracy and I are getting married. And she asked you and me to get over the past. Are you even going to try?” It’s been over a decade since middle school.

She narrows her gaze. “Fuck you.” Then she turns and opens the fridge, bending over to reach inside giving me a face-full of her big, round, yoga pants-clad ass. The fabric’s laced with something glittery, and her pants sparkle as they stretch around her butt, wrinkling over the mound of pussy between her legs.

I grit my teeth and stare, ashamed of finding this bitch attractive. Why does she have to be so hot? “Is that all you got? A simple ‘fuck you’ and you’re done talking to me?”

She sets a jug of lemonade down on the counter. “As soon as I figure out how you conned my sister into this, you can kiss your ass goodbye.” Read more »

A guy fingered me on the sidelines of a soccer game [F26/M40s] [public] [groping]

I’m not usually like this, I swear. But as his hand journeys upwards from my knee, I suck down air anticipating what’s to come. I’m attuned to his touch, aware of every contour in his fingerprints as they describe gentle circles on my thighs. With each swoop and swerve, he grows bolder, dancing closer to my heat. His trepidation teases me. I can see it in his face, his excited nervousness, that frightened little boy look, reaching for something he knows isn’t his.

The point is only further driven home by that silver wedding band that someone else placed on his finger.

I don’t discourage him, don’t make any moves to stop him, to push his hand away, and that alone should be encouragement enough. But is he going to do it?

I met him last month, out on the sidelines of the grassy soccer pitch. I was cheering and clapping, watching the pack of children swarm the ball, rooting for the blue-and-yellow jerseys. They were displaying more enthusiasm than talent. I’d been glancing downfield when I caught his eye — the dad standing just down the line from me. Read more »

My nurse gave me a handjob [M26/F20s] [handjob] [hospital] [convalescence]

The whole ‘hot nurse’ fantasy always seemed like one of those scenarios far removed from reality. In my experience there’s not much sexy about a stay in the hospital.

So I had a hospital trip which was painful and not sexy and I’ll spare you the details. The surgeon did their thing and told me most people go home the next day. The next day, though, some number wasn’t where the doctor thought it should be, and so I had to stay. The drugs were nice, they kept the pain away, and so mostly I was bored.

It felt like I was lingering, watching hours and hours of tv, playing word games on my phone, IMing anyone who would respond, trying to ignore the constant chaos of hospital noise. The nurses, they came and went. Their shift schedule was arcane and impenetrable, their visits to my bed perfunctory and brief. I wasn’t paying them much attention.

And then she showed up. Scrubs and mask protected her, I could see nothing but her eyes. Bright, hazel, filled with sultry mystery. Dark eyeliner drew them out, long and thick eyelashes swept me in. Sculpted and delicate eyebrows had never looked so sexy. Our gazes met, my breath caught, I floated downstream. Read more »