Author: -Your-Sir-

After Hours Encounters [MF] [str8] [Office] [Trapped]

“Every time…every fucking time.” Faye whispered to herself, bending over and craning her neck in hopes of finding the issue.

The office printer was ancient, a piece fit for a museum – and it was the bane of her existence tonight.

In her mind’s eye, she could picture herself laying on her couch, the dim light of the fireplace flickering in rhythm to a soft crackle as she lay out with a bowl of ice cream, Pringles (her overweight cat), and another season of whatever Netflix crime drama show she found tonight.

The weekend was almost here and she was so ready for it, she could hardly wait. But first, the printer.

Patrick had asked for the final versions of the contracts and proposals to be on his desk the minute he walked in next week, leaving Faye to finish the job before she left.

She slid out a drawer that seemed like it hadn’t been shut correctly.

“Burning the midnight oil?” a voice came from behind her.

Faye twisted her head and saw Jeremy between her auburn locks of hair. She straightened up and turned to him. Read more »

Sex Du Jour – Part 1 [MF] [cafe] [public]

The drizzling rain pattered softly against the cafe's windows, mixing with the sizzle of grills from the back and soft conversations of the other patrons.

I'm sitting in my booth, my favorite booth – I love the view. I like to sit far into its length with my back against the wall, one leg stretched out on the burgundy padding and arm resting on the wooden table. I can see everyone in the restaurant from this corner, the perfect vantage point for people watching.

I pull back my sleeve and check my watch – the noon time crowd should be making their way out soon, getting back to their jobs in the business district a few blocks down Vine St.

"Afternoon, Mr. Anders." Rita walks up to the table and sits next to me – it's her signature with the regular customers. She sets her pad and pencil down on the table, "I was thinking you might be sick today."

"Nah, just a busy morning. Couple of projects I'm finishing up," I assure her.

"You and your projects. One of these days you're going to tell me about your work." Read more »

The Natural [MF] [Driving] [Nature]

After driving for so long, everything starts to blur together. Sign after sign floats by overhead, pointing off to some little town or natural reserve. The mountains are beautiful, but there's something almost hypnotizing about the wide expanses of trees and rock face after a while. "We might have to stop soon, I'm starting to get a little tired. " I sigh. "Unless you want to drive?" It's unfortunate, the sun is still high in the sky and there's plenty of daytime left. But I'm exhausted. "No, I'm a little tired too." I can see your reflection as you gaze out the window at the passing rock walls, "Hm…" you hum, looking out the window, "We shouldn't have stayed up so late last night. I was hoping we'd make it there tonight." "I can't help myself whenever you transform into my little slut!" I laugh, "I was ready to go to bed." Your eyes peek over, "Sometimes I don't know what comes over me." Mmm, that raspy drop in your voice, it really does something to me. "Well, I know what comes into you…" I start, but stop. Yeah, that was pretty lame. I think to myself. "That…was pretty lame." you say, and we both laugh at ourselves. Another mile passes by, and you suck in your breath, like you're about to say something. I glance over, and see your knees pushing together, as if holding something back. You squirm a bit. "You know," your voice is little more than a whisper, "I might be able to keep you going just a little while longer." Read more »

Late Night Encounter [mf] [fsub]

As I open the door, my eyes widen at how fucking gorgeous you look. You're wearing that black, lacy outfit – you knew it would drive me out of my mind. Just looking at how it hugs your body in all the right places – my blood feels warm, my pants are suddenly tight.

"…fuck." The only word I can say as my mind swims with the possibilities. You are going to be so. Much. Fun.

You're standing next to the bed, eager eyes awaiting me. We stand and look at each other, enjoying the burn of anticipation in our stomachs.

"I want you to bend over – hands there, on the bed." I say. My voice does not ask for a response.

You submit with a curt nod, your glance hanging on me as you turn your body and stretch down over the bed. The warm lamp light dances over the ripples of your back as you arch your beautiful ass up. It takes everything in my being to not just grab you and fuck you to an explosive finish. No, tonight will be gradual, a practice in willpower. I can feel my swelling cock splitting open your wet lips right now… Read more »