Industrial relations- Part 3 [MF, HUML, ANAL]

Helen was shocked at how much could be accomplished in a few hours. In the few hours before the factory floor staff finished work, Peter went from work station to work station making an appraisal of both the machinery and the person operating with it. Occasionally he spoke to the machine operator, though Helen found that was only when the operator looked competent at what he was doing. She noted sadly that usually he just ignored whoever was at the machine, as if he wasn’t worth conversing with.

He made some initial changes to machine settings, and checked what each machine was manufacturing with a small micrometer he had with him. He made hurried notes in a pad and while ignoring Helen. She didn’t ask any questions just simply followed and watched.

The factory finished production at 5 O’ clock, the workers shuffled off the floor wishing Helen a good evening as they passed her. A few minutes past 5 and Helen and Peter were alone on the floor.

“What do you think?” she asked finally.

The Perfect Wife [light] [femalefriendly]

He slid his key into the lock and stumbled into his apartment, grateful to be home finally. He dropped his bag by the door and made straight for the kitchen. His intentions were to get a drink like most people do, but he settled for running the faucet and splashing his face with the cold water. A small dark spot on his collar was growing as the water ran down his chin and seeped into the fabric. It felt good, though. He heard her come down the hall and into the kitchen; she was wearing her heels. He assumed she was on her way out to meet friends or the like. He didn’t mind this, he was too tired for much. He was about to turn around to kiss her goodbye and collapse on the couch when he felt her hands on his shoulders. She twisted him around and planted a soft kiss on his lips before his eyes were even open. As one arm was wrapped around his neck, the other ran her fingers through his air, her lips still softly kissing his. When he slowly opened his eyes he saw her standing before him, beautiful as ever. The first thing he saw was her wide smile and gorgeous eyes staring up at him. Her eyes were bright and blue, full of energy and excitement. As her lips spread to a sexy grin, his eyes wandered downward, drinking in her beauty. He could see her black bra, the one embroidered with lace, peeking out from behind an unbuttoned dress shirt, the garter belt lying a few inches below her naval, and the silk stockings he had bought her for their anniversary. They came up past her mid thighs, the tops of them being black lace woven with a few red threads. His eyes followed the sheer silk hugging her long and slender legs, past her knees, around her calves, and down to the black peep-toe stiletto pumps she was wearing. The passionate kiss which had just transpired had already begun to stir his excitement, but after seeing her like this, the front of his pants began to bulge. He was going to ask why she had decided to dress up, but thought better and began to kiss her back. His eagerness was evident as his mouth pushed against hers, tongue exploring. At first her mouth tightened, as she began to smile, but it soon opened again for him. As his tongue pressed against hers, he slid one hand under the loose shirt and around her waist to the small of her back. The other was placed on the side of her hip, fingers brushing against the tops of the lace bottoms she was wearing. His hand slowly slid back and around, resting on her exposed cheek. As they pressed themselves against each other, he lifted her around his waist, one arm under her bottom, the other between her shoulder blades. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her arms clasped around his neck. They walked slowly through the kitchen, knocking over a bowl of fruit, and kicking a chair out of the way. Back in the hallway now, they paused and he pressed her against the wall, still supporting her in his arms. Her hands frantically ripped at his buttons until she was sliding the shirt past his broad shoulders. After they made it a few more feet down the hall, he tore her shirt off as well, and proceeded to bury his face in her chest. He started at her neck and worked her way down, kissing and gently sucking. Her sighs guided him as he followed the curves of her chest, still stumbling down the hallway. They had lost themselves to each other completely by the time they reached the bedroom. He placed her on the foot of the bed and began to push her back until she pulled him down and spun around him. Her thighs now straddling his hips, she pulled down his pants and flung them across the room. As she leaned forward to kiss him again he reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra. She let him slide the straps down her shoulders, following them with his kisses until she hung freely directly over him. From here he pulled her close and kissed her all over. His lips passionately but excitedly attached to her chest, following its curves pausing to gently suck on her tips. His hands helped to shape her flesh as he moved between the valley of her bosom. While he engrossed himself in her succulent breasts, her hand slid under his waistband and grasped him firmly. As his kisses moved back to the nape of her neck, she began to slowly stroke him grinning as she could feel his body tense. He eagerly pushed down his shorts, leaving him completely undressed and exposed to his lover. She was no longer on top of him, but resting on his side, with one leg draped over his. They were kissing each other again, her hand on his member, and his on her behind. Her kisses slowly separated from his lips and she worked her way down his neck, his chest, abdomen, and finally his pelvis. Her lips traced the v his hips formed, guiding her to his swollen shaft. At first she teased him, her tongue barely making any contact. Then her tongue began to linger and slide up and down, until she took all of him inside her soft mouth. She could feel him getting closer and closer to climax as his hips flexed and his back arched. He was within seconds of finishing when he pulled her back to his face. “Not so fast, now its your turn.” He flipped her onto her back and slid down her bottoms. He pulled them through one leg, but the other got caught on the heels she was still wearing. He didn’t care. He kissed her once more on the lips, another between her breasts, and one below her belly button before he began to pleasure her directly. He started slowly, tongue softly flicking at the top of her lips. His strokes began to apply more pressure and his tongue spread widely against her. As his tongue wandered lower, he slid it deeper inside of her, constantly gyrating against her. Her thighs began to press against his head as he urged him to go deeper and faster. Her legs were wound tightly around him, heels pressing against his back, just above his butt. He she put her hand on his head trying to get more pleasure…. Heeding her desires, he slid his finger inside. Her swollen opening pushed back against him as he went back and forth, rubbing against the edge of her lips. Slowly he pressed deeper and began to speed up, all while still kissing her between the thighs. She began to gasp for air, and he pressed on, giving her minutes of pure ecstatic pleasure. There was only so much he could do from there though.
He moved back up to kiss her neck softly and look in her eyes. Without ever moving his gaze, he pushed aside her leg and pressed himself against her. He came in at a steep angle, to ensure that he didn’t go in too quickly, and to give her continued pleasure. Slowly he eased himself into her and his hips began to pump back and forth. She tensed first at the slight pain, but more at the immense pleasure. His hips weren’t just pumping, but rolling and pressing and stimulating her in several places. For minutes he was dictating the rhythm they were both a part of. She was getting great pleasure but wanted more. So she threw him onto his back, straddled his hips, and began to ride. She used her hands to guide him into place and she began to gyrate her hips around his. At first there was no thrusting, just pressure and sensation. Then she slowly began to move up and down, urging him to join her. From here not only did he go deeper, but she could rub against more of him. Their hands both desperately grasped at each other’s bodies, but they were too distracted by the euphoria which was taking place between their hips. After only a few moments, which to them felt like hours, they reached a simultaneous climax so powerful it left them gasping for air. For minutes they barely moved, panting and reveling in the bliss they had just found. Once she climbed off him, they wrapped each other in their arms and kissed softly until they fell asleep. Although, it was only a few minutes before they awoke to do it all over again.

Industrial relations – Part II [MF, HUML, ANAL]

He stretched his hand out, and parted her blouse. Her breasts fascinated him, they were little more than mounds, A cups he guessed, yet they were pert and suited her slender yet athletic frame. As he stroked her nipples she seemed embarrassed for the first time. He wondered if her breasts somehow embarrassed her, she seemed far more comfortable flashing her cunt at him.

He felt himself grow hard; she looked down at his growing bulge and raised an eyebrow “so do we have a deal” we asked.

“I wouldn’t be so cocky if I were you” peter said archly “I’m not going to be manipulated by you”

She said nothing but a flash of what Peter took to be vulnerability and hurt came across her face. She turned around and picked up her skirt.

As she started to put it on he said “wait” she stopped and turned to look at him. He still had her knickers in his hand; he saw that he was clenching them tightly. The erection in his trousers was starting to become uncomfortable.

“put these back on” he said handing her back her knickers.

Something short I wrote during a lunch break. Tell me how much it sucks. [mf]

Sixty-seven minutes and two seconds ago I was standing at the back of a show.

She invited me in for tea.

I don’t even drink tea.It’s the middle of August and the cup is burning my hand.There’s sugar stuck on the rim of the mug.I want to run my feet on the carpet.Who buys wicker furniture?Does she pay rent or her parents?”You have an awesome place.”I bet she doesn’t even touch that guitar.I would kill for a cigarette.Sixty-nine minutes and twenty-two seconds.I wonder what kind of wood that is.I wonder if her dad molested her as a kid.I wonder what Jimmy is doing from middle school.I fucking hate this song.”Yeah, I really like the imagery from the lyrics.”I can hear Mr. Orange tell Mr. White he’s a cop.Bangbangbang.The triangle is the strongest geometric shape.Where am I again?Where are the coasters?Why do I care?I’ve listened to this chick drone on and on aboutashittybandIdon’tcareaboutusingvapidwordslike”rad”and”stellar”.I’vebeenhereforseventy-sevenminutesandthirty-fivesecondswhatdopeoplethinkaboutbeforethey—

Oh.

I had been staring at her lips this whole time.

She must have thought I wanted to kiss her.

The thought never even crossed my mind.

I can hear my heart pump blood.

I sank my teeth into her bottom lip.

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Industrial relations – Part 1 [MF, HUML, ANAL]

That Engineering was a man’s world was something that Peter Troy had always believed, though rarely given voice to. It was not an opinion formed by some misogynistic instinct but rather one that had evolved over time, stretching from his school-days in metalwork class, though his engineering degree to his 11 years as an engineer in various companies throughout England and Scotland. Women and heavy machinery simply didn’t mix.

He did encounter women on occasion; there were a handful of women on his University course, though he had discovered that few had pursued traditional engineering jobs in later life. Women were in practice a rarity which made the situation which he now found himself in more uncomfortable.

His company distributed and maintained precision machine tools. The company on whose shop floor he was now standing had once been a well regarded if small, family owned engineering company, but to Peter it seemed it was reaching the end of the line.

“We’re Not Role-Playing”, Part One [MF, BDSM, Control, Intellectual, Foreplay, Oral, Anal]

"We're Not Role-Playing": A Story About 'Submission' Told in Two Parts

Author's Note:

I'll keep this brief. What follows is the story of a Man and a Woman* and their . It is as simple as that. Inspiration is credited to the lovely Bosslady24 and the gorgeous pictures on her account. Find her in the comments below if you'd like to see what I imagined when I wrote the character of the Woman.*

"We're Not Roleplaying" will be told in two parts. PM's regarding suggestions for *Part Two are always welcome and if I like your idea, I'll credit you for it in Part Two. Thanks for reading!*

PROLOGUE: The Light-Switch, .i

"Do you see the light-switch? Over by the mini-fridge." The Man pointed to the patch of wall-paper next to the hotel-room's TV. The Woman nodded, knowing silence would better express her submission than her words ever could.

The Man sat in the sofa-chair, holding a glass of Gin on the arm-chair and caressing the Woman's head, which rested against knee, with his free hand. Once or twice, the Man's large wedding-ring had caught in her hair, pulling it, but the Woman didn't mind much. She was curled-up around the Man's dress-shoes, arms around his ankles, legs spread out on the carpet.

My Father and I [Incest], [mf], [dad], [daughter]

This story was one of my first attempts at writing erotica back in 2012

I had always wondered what it would be like to have the penis that created me, inside me. This obsession had been plaguing me for years as a teenager, I had never had any trouble getting male attention at all as I had what many guys called “the perfect figure” but I was never really interested in any other man than the one who made me, I thought it was just raging hormones through puberty that was causing these thoughts to even enter my head. I am very aware that this was not the case at all, and that I have a very dark secret to hold to myself about what my father and I had done tonight.

Throughout my late teens I have been getting more and more sexually active, being very promiscuous with the boys at school. I had even gone as far as giving my boyfriend head on the school field at lunch, obviously in a quiet corner so nobody would see, but none of these boys turned me on quite as much as my father. He had the body most guys would kill for, nicely toned abs, the biceps which were just the perfect size, and amazing buns of steel, the fire fighter every girl dreams of, but unfortunately this was my dad.

“Breaking the Doldrums”, Volume Two [MF] [FOREPLAY] [REALITY]

B R E A K I N G T H E D O L D R U M S : A Serialized Erotic Story in Three Volumes

Volume One Link: http://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/23gi10/breaking_the_doldrums_volume_one_mf_foreplay/

Volume Three Link: I'll posit it here when it's finished!

CHAPTER THREE: Flickering Lights

I settled back into my seat, lowering my hands from the heater for the first time since I climbed in the cab, and gazed out the passenger’s-side window.

Blurry lights swished passed under a transparent curtain of snow. The effect was hypnotic. I felt warm. Not in my hands, just radiating warmth, like an aura of sorts. For some reason, just being there in that moment was magical, a thing I was happy to be able to witness and share with this stranger.

I looked forward again, through the wind-shield, just as she asked me: “Mind if I take the long route? The view from the mountains is gorgeous tonight. And with Saturday night traffic, it could even be quicker.”

“Sure”, I said. “I wouldn’t mind at all. Can you see the stars from up there?”

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Categorized as Erotica

“Breaking the Doldrums”, Volume One [MF] [FOREPLAY] [REALITY]

B R E A K I N G T H E D O L D R U M S : A Serialized Erotic Story in Three Volumes

Teaser Summary:

A young fiction writer who's experiencing a doldrum in his life meets an older woman, who's sense of spontaneity and whimsy allowed him to shake of his Winter blues. Though it is written from a male perspective, this story is intended for female audiences, 25+. See the end of this post for links to GWAudio readings of each chapter.

Dedicated To:

BlondesRMoreFun6. She knows why. ;)

Author's Introduction:

What follows here is a bit of an indulgence on my behalf. Feel free to skip down to the first chapter if you aren't interested in the craft of writing or the nature of erotic fiction.