collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
So I just sat down to write my first little short story that was just bouncing around in my head for a few days now. I did not control read it nor is English my first language and the reason I share it is that I know, that i will start to doubt it’s quality or what not when i reread it several times. :D i dont know it is just like that. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless and any feedback is welcome. Maybe I do more.
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All the pieces have now fallen together nicely. I had just finished RN school and I bought a new house. My love interests were rocky at best. I had met a wonderful , amazing guy and I was having the best sex I have ever had, only problem was that he is married. On the other hand the one man that has always been there to change a tire, unclog my sink,or make me cum was still there… My dad.
The relationship between us was mostly one sided. When he needed to get off ,he would come see me. I was taken care of some,but it was more emotional than physical. I loved seeing him happy with me .
On our almost daily morning phone call he mentioned that he noticed something last time he was over that needed taken care of and that he would swing by after work and take care of it
Somewhere around 4pm he showed up. He came in and sat down on the chair and made some small talk. He then ask where my son was and I told him he was with his other grandpa.
I’ve been drawn to the kinkier side of things as long as I can remember. The journey started pretty young, when I was in school and I’d gone over to a friend’s place for some project. And with kids being devious assholes, he showed me porn for the first time, and I was aghast. But those images stuck to my head. And that set the ball rolling.
A considerable amount of time down the line, I started browsing the internet, going to those places and those sites which were adults only. Mind you, there was no ‘I’m 18, allow me to enter’ kind of a popup. Those were also the days where you’d to give your computer a boatload of viruses to download songs, or if you were feeling adventurous, movies. I remember I used to be by disgusted by blowjobs. Lol. Look at me now. Gradually, I explored more, read more and saw more, and it expanded my horizons. I discovered how porn is not real life way before I had my first sexual experience, discovered BDSM way before 50 shades of Grey existed. I was enamored by kink way before I knew the correct term for it was kink. And it’s been a journey since then, discovering new things, liking most of them. I’m a greedy mofo that ways.
The sticky hair wax feels cool around my fingers, yet the subtle masculine smell has always brought a smile to my face. Even though this is now becoming routine for me, the familiarity of getting ready is calming. I dip my finger into the wax, then pull it out, then dip it back it, then pull it back out. Constantly I roll my fingers around in it and let it get all in-between my nails, as I dip my fingers in and out of the hair wax, penetrating it with force. I do this a few more times and as I do so with my other hand I brush my crotch slightly, hardening my dick underneath my dress pants. I look up at my own reflection in the mirror and connect the wax with my smooth hair. I enjoy the feeling of the wax synergistically combining with the fine texture of my hair, it makes me happy. As I slick my hair back, my minds eye begins to wonder as I start to remanence about the past.
My wife and I are still learning each other. As an example, recently I discovered she likes some name calling in the bedroom. She wants to be my fuck slut. News to me, but giddy up! I’m all in. We have been together 13 years and yet still don’t know everything about each other. This makes it feel new and fresh every day. The dirty slut.
Recently she is finding herself. Re-discovering might be a better term actually. Before I met her she really lived her 20’s. I met her when she was 28 and she definitely was more experienced than me. I’ve always really admired her confidence in her sexuality, but it intimidated me for sure. She likes the dick, and got it when she wanted it. She knows how to get off, and has always been a very sexual person, and I’ve always really enjoyed that about her. I guess it went away for awhile during the years we were having kids, and now she is starting to feel good about her sexuality again.
Which leads me to this story. We talk a lot about sex with our friends. It’s great because it gets us charged up and usually leads to a fun night in the bedroom for us.
… your body stretched out above me, your tender breasts bounce in the warm light as your hips rock and sway. Your eyes roll back as your hands slide over my chest, nails dragging down over my abs. Sliding and moaning, your head falls gently back, your back arches slightly, raising your breasts into the air, your nipples throbbing between your fingertips.
My tongue presses, then plunges, diving deep inside your wet pink flesh. I gulp and swallow as the juices ooze from your soft warm slit. The tip of my tongue explores the tender crease between your inner and outer lips, curls beneath the nub of your throbbing clit, then pushing beneath its hood, feeling your pulse along the narrow ridge of your clit. My tongue flicks and teases, as I feel your body writhe and listen to your breaths.
I suck you between my lips, fully enveloping your pink pussy with the warm wet embrace of my mouth. My tongue slides down the front of you and then dives between your throbbing lips. The tip of my tongue circles at the textured opening of your pussy, small prodding circles, exploring your folds, your nectar oozing onto my tongue and running down my chin.
Part 1 : [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qvphhc/perks_of_being_a_nudist_pt_1_brothersister_incest/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qvphhc/perks_of_being_a_nudist_pt_1_brothersister_incest/)
Jason quickly got around to making dinner. He was feeling too drained to cook something great, so he settled for a few sandwiches. Halfway through, his dick stiffened again, and he constantly bumped it against the kitchen drawers. He groaned and ignored it, continuing to work. Soon, Chloe skipped in and watched him for a time, before saying, “You left a huge mess in the basement.”
He felt himself turning red, and replied, “I’ll take care of it.”
He tried not to look at her, but he felt her eyes boring him down. Why did her tone feel so accusatory? She had been leading him on, hadn’t she? She sighed and said, “Y’know. You should probably take care of your huge problem too. You’re just bumping it on every corner. Plus, I don’t want it in my food or anything.”
Do I want to write a wholesome BDSM romance where two people who love each other indulge in dark and fucked up fantasies together, in a healthy way that deepens their bond and trust in one another?
Or do I write *about* those dark and fucked up fantasies because fuck it it’s my story and I wanna get off?
Problem is that my answer to this question changes at least 3 times a day, depending on what my dick wants or what my *soul* wants at that moment.
Listen.
If you want me. If you want it. Then come and get it. Get. It.
Get it.
I’m fucking sick of you. So fucking angry and frustrated and disappointed in you. Like, you have to make up for this thing you keep doing to me. You have to make it the fuck up to me.
Now.
Like right fucking now.
Now. I’m not fucking around. Get over here! Get the fuck- hey! Look at me when I give you the fucking instruction manual. Look right here, in my fucking eyes and don’t you DARE look away.
Walk up to me. Approach me, from behind. Are you listening, asshole?
Get on the floor. I fucking mean it, get on the floor. You like Russ Meyers? I want you on the ground and looking up at my huge fucking tits while a stare down at you in a red polka dot bikini.
Hi, down there. Lol. You’re so cute. But I haven’t forgiven you. Not in the slightest.
Here…why don’t I take my heel and part your lips…just a bit.
The decision to go full nude in his house wasn’t a new one. Jason had been working towards it for about an year now. He had slowly started taking off his clothes; his tops first, and then his pants. He kept a pair of shorts and a shirt on while his parents were home of course. They were gone for quite some time which had prompted him to progress more rapidly, and he was looking forward to spending his time how he wanted. It was just him and his sister Chloe, who was out meeting a friend out of town; he didn’t expect her to be home for a few days at least. So he had taken his clothes off entirely.
His parents hadn’t exactly been approving of his idea to go nude. There had been taunts and jeers, especially from his father and sister at first. But a few months of workouts later, they had grown quieter. His body wasn’t exactly body builder-esque at this point, but it was quite leaner and fitter. Definitely someone you’d look at twice, whether with jealousy or attraction. In fact, his sister was somewhere in between. He had caught her looking at him more than once, with what he hoped was appraise, but it could’ve been ridicule for all he knew. She was confusing like that.