collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
So I found this really cool patreon today. It seems to be a relatively new page but after reading some of the stories on it I’m hooked. Hopefully you guys like it as well.
[Baby Succubus](https://www.patreon.com/BabySuccubusx)[ Patreon](https://www.patreon.com/BabySuccubusx)
My sleep is interrupted by the mattress shifting, and someone is mussing my blankets. I don’t want to wake from my dreaming, and stubbornly cling to sleep, the place where I can see and touch you. My hair is brushed to the side, and I feel the tickle of soft lips and a mustache at the base of my neck. My groggy mind stands at attention. It’s you ! I eagerly turn my body towards yours and allow my legs to fall open. I need you to touch me, I’ve missed you, and if you don’t touch me I’ll die. I tell you so, and you smile a quiet smile without speaking. Then one of your long fingered hands is between my thighs, slapping, kneading, stroking. You are giving relieve and adding to the torture simultaneously. I greedily lift my hips towards you, pleading you to make me yours to fill me. You make me wait forever it seems, lowering your mouth to mine. sleep long forgotten as I relearn the taste of you after the absence. I oscillate between savoring and cataloguing every detail of your body on mine, despite the need for you to be inside of me . Finally you notch yourself at my entrance and work your way in. The first careful thrust makes us both moan, and after a few moments I’m soaring. My soaked center is squeezing yours as I come hard, milking your cock and triggering your own orgasm. I feel you pulse inside of me, filling me full, and a wave of contentedness washes over me. Everything is going to be ok now. I lay there and rest, happy to be in your arms again. I snuggle close and drift back to sleep. When I wake an hour later to sunlight I’m confused. I look across the bed and see the other side is pristine, my little burrow on this side shows evidence of only my sleep this night. I’m so disappointed, hot angry tears fall down my cheeks as I realize last night was just a dream. I walk to the shower and stand under the steaming spray, lather up the washcloth and begging scrubbing. When I begin to run the cloth between my thighs , I notice they are sticky and covered with come.
I was relaxing after work, it had been a busy day. The doorbell rang, and I duscovered a UPS deliveryman at my door. He handed me a package, I signed for it, and took it inside. Opening it, I discovered a DVD, and a note. The note said,
Karin,
I have a DVD that I think you would like to see. Think of it as a trip down memory lane. I’ll be in touch later.
I wake up with a start, the ritual jolting me awake like a bad dream. I’m in my bed, a little warmer than I’d like under my comforter. Looking around my dorm room I notice a few, subtle changes. My picture of… Bret? Brad? What was his name? His picture is gone, replaced by one with me and my roommate, Clair. Wait, was she my roommate before? A few different nick-nacks around, unsure of who they really belong to, but everything else seems the same? I shift under the heavy blanket, my naked body mildly dripping with perspiration from the heat, and uncertainty. My roommate stirs in her own bed, curly brown locks cascading around the pretty features of her face. I absentmindedly bring a hand between my legs, wrapping my soft fingers around the firm shaft under my covers. I stroke myself, thinking of her riding my thick cock, and I bite my lip in my arousal. My hand slides up and tickles at the sensitive skin just under the head of my cock, and I pause – breath caught in my chest.
CHAPTER 12 : Still Saturday
After eating their brunch and taking a little rest, Gayla and Madeline decided they wanted to watch the videotape of Gayla’s gang-bang. Bill was only too happy to comply. He had already seen it at least a half-dozen times while on his trip, but it still turned him on just as much every time he saw it. It was about 11 o’clock in the morning when they all three went downstairs to the family room to watch it on the VCR. They were all buck naked except for Gayla, who had ditched the uncomfortable boots but still wore the leather harness, minus the strap-on cock.
Gayla felt strange being downstairs virtually naked. What with the kids being around, it had been a long time since she and Bill had been free to be sexy outside their bedroom. She and Maddie settled on the sofa as Bill loaded up the tape. He pushed the “play” button and came back to sit between them, draping an arm over each of their shoulders. Pulling them in close, he grabbed a tit in each hand, Gayla’s hefty D-cup in his right hand and Madeline’s small but perky A-cup in his left.
For a long time I was fantasizing about threesome. Two guys and a girl where guys would also interact with each other…
Browsing Reddit one day I found post with title “24 [MF4A] London Bi submissive couple” with text asking to describe what would happen after I arrive at their flat. So I sat down and wrote:
Well, first thing I say “hi” ;-). After that we move to the living room. As an ice breaker we decide to play truth or dare. After few polite/shy “truths”, she asks me “have you ever received oral from a guy?” With a wink and smile I say “no”. “And would you like to?”. “Well, it is my turn now…”.
I turn to him with question in my eyes. “Dare!” he answers. “I want you to kiss her”. “Easy” he says as he goes for it… I enjoy the show of one minute of passionate kissing. When finished, he sits back with eyes on her and asks “Dare or dare? :-P”. She gives him a look but is not protesting. “I want you to strip and play the rest of the game naked!” We all laugh and she just says “pervs…”, stands up and slowly, seductively undresses, turning her bum towards us as she is about to get rid of her panties and slowly pulls them down. Quite a show. She throws her panties at me, turns back, sits down and already knows how to implement her revenge. Not even bothering to give him a choice she commands “I want you to suck him…”
I need you
I need you.
My mouth needs your body.
My lips and tongue need to explore every inch of your shivering skin, to tease the rosy peaks of your breasts, and to caress the delicate hollow of your hips.
My mouth needs you wet, glistening pussy.
I need to kiss you, lick you, devour you with ravenous abandon until you come – hot and hard – on my tongue.
And once my lips and beard are sodden with your lust, I need to slide my naked cock deep inside my secret flesh. I need to take you, fuck you, and own this dripping sex until you moan and whimper, until you curse and invoke the almighty, until you scream over and again my name, until you fear the thrusts of the untamed animal possessing his prey might tear her shreds.
I need your body; I need you. I need it all so desperately I can barely think or breathe or live.
I’ve been watching you a while now.
Sitting at the bar, maintaining your casual, careless outlook.
Your hooded glances hiding your hunger as you search for that right balance of desire filled eyes and willing flesh.
I know your type, you are my type.
A hunter.
Like me, the need to devour and be devoured tonight is strong.
An insistent hum through your whole body.
An ache that is slowly building your insatiable appetite.
Unknowingly, I slowly bite my lower lip in synch with your finger rolling and rubbing around the top of your glass.
Imagining that finger circling between my thighs.
It’s time for you to be the prey tonight my rugged man, I’ve decided.
In a moment the waiter is going to give you this note and room key.
Hurry tiger, I’ll be ready, wet and waiting.
Tonight you are the one who is going to be eaten.
Late afternoon sun sends shadows across our naked, sated bodies. We both smile, grin, sharing the post-coital pleasure. Unabashed sexuality. We draw together for an embrace, skin to skin, your breasts warm against my chest, my cock still somewhat hard pushing against your belly, wanting you one more time. What a first meeting! Better than the art museum indeed.,
I woke up in the middle of the night to the pressure of her climbing over me. I half expected to find my dick in her, but she didn’t do that. She was just lying on top of me with her ear against my chest. My hands moved over to her lower back and she sat up with a start.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “I just…”
I turned her head and pressed her ear back to my chest, holding her to me and stopping her from climbing off of me, “It’s okay,” I said sleepily.
She breathed in tune to my heart and I embraced the warmth of her over me, “I don’t understand…,” I started as she lifted her head and looked me in the eyes.
“Do you not want me?” She asked, her lips were pouty as she rubbed her hands along my chest and up over my shoulders.
“I do. I just don’t understand why you want me,” I said.