Sleeping with the Enemy (The Introduction)

To say that it all began like a scene from some mafia movie is an understatement…

The band stood on the stage of the club playing their signature big band sound. Varying patrons embraced the glitz and glam of the establishment. Women in cocktail dresses and fancy evening attire mingled amongst well dressed men in tuxedos. Laughter filled the air along with the sounds of the band and the beautiful woman who crooned a song of love and sorrow before the assembled mass of patrons. Waiters and waitresses glided through the rows of linen clad tables carrying beverages and exotically crafted dishes in a well orchestrated ballet. In the far corner of the club, she sat in silence.

I observed her from afar.

I leaned over to my associate and whispered something into his ear. He nodded in acknowledgement and turned his gaze to her as he rose to his feet and approached her table.

“The Boss will see you now.” He said.

She turned her attention to him and nodded as she shouldered her purse and followed him towards my table.

The perfect night [F/M]

Both getting to yours and the door has barely shut and you approach me from behind, lifting my dress straight up and putting your fingers straight inside me and feeling how wet I’ve been all night from the anticipation, maybe I wouldn’t wear underwear either so you could slip straight in. My hand on the back of your neck, feeling you breathing and talking dirty in my ear telling me how much you’ve wanted to fuck me all night.

Then you’d ask me to turn round and get on my knees and take your cock right to the back of my throat. You forcing my head on you and skull fucking me hard, treating me like the slag that I am. When you’re about to finish, you’ll not let me swallow, you’ll pull out of my mouth and cum on my face, my dress is already on the floor so your cum will drip all over my tits. You’ll wipe your cum all over me and into my mouth and use your fingers to force cum down my throat so that I get to at least taste some of you as you haven’t allowed me to swallow.

Kaya hated being the office whore. [Mdom] [Fsub] [dubcon]

Kaya hated being the office whore. The way they would laugh as they grabbed her in the corridor, dragged her into an empty meeting room and forced her to the floor. It was bullying, plain and simple, deeply humiliating, sexual, bullying in the workplace and she was going to end it.

She stomped into the director’s office to quit. She had her whole speech worked out in her pretty little head. When she walked in the director turned to her and said, “Oh Kaya, there you are, I’ve been wanting to talk to you.”

A little smile crept onto her lips, he was thinking about her? She liked how good he looked today, an older man in his suit, he’d built this whole company from the ground up and always looked after the staff, and he was so knowledgeable too. She felt that little warm weakness in her stomach, and her knees, as she stood there, quietly.

“Yes, I want you to take your dossier and go and greet a new executive we have arriving today. Oh and remember, you are never to look in your dossier, can you do that for me?”

My Dark Hero: Part Ten [Romantic/Erotica/Fantasy]

**Chapter Ten**

**Amy**

An awkward silence followed after Ben left. I kept staring out the window, unable to think of an opening sentence that didn’t involve me getting angry. Kincaid was so intense, and infuriating, and too much for me to handle emotionally. I kept thinking about the consequences of just giving myself to him, objectively weighing them against the aftermath of going back to living without him.

The latter made the most sense, but the former was the most enticing.

I had every reason to run downstairs, grab a knife and gut him. Apart from the probability that the police would arrest me on sight, I could barely move my arm without a jolt of pain ripping through my muscles. Not to mention all the time I invested in my internship, now completely wasted. Granted, I never saw myself in advertising, but it was a job I could respect myself for.

My Dark Hero: Part Nine [Romantic/Erotica/Fantasy]

>**Chapter Nine**

**Kincaid**

I could hear Amy and Ben talking, but their words were a blur as I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. I didn’t pay much attention to the room I was in or the nauseous feeling in my stomach. All I needed to know was that she survived, and that she was safe. Why I had this obsessive desire to be near her still eluded me, and the need became more demanding.

When I finally managed to stay awake it was early in the morning. I couldn’t tell what day it was, only that I was in someone’s cabin. The yellow flower curtains were pulled open, and a breakfast tray was waiting at the side of my bed. It seemed like the perfect little getaway in the middle of nowhere.

“I probably lost my internship.” Amy’s voice glided through the air and woke me up like a shot of adrenalin.

She was standing in the doorway, sporting a heavily bandaged upper arm and shoulder. Her tight black top stretched perfectly over her perky breasts and toned stomach, while her jeans clung so smoothly around her legs I could see her thigh muscles twitching.

Blowing him to see his GF’s nudes [M/M]

*let’s use some fake names to move this story along: buddy’s name – “Sal”. GF’s name – Irene*

I had a huge crush on Irene and she knew it but she wasn’t interested. She ended up getting with one of my buddies – Sal.

I was doing okay at first seeing them together. My love for her eventually turned into lust and I just wanted to see her nude. I tried while I was talking to her but she shut me down every time.

Sal and I were hanging out in his bedroom. He was sitting in his chair and I was sitting at the edge of his bed and he asked me if I was doing okay I said yes of course as long as you two are happy. I then mentioned how sexy she looked in her bikini the other day.

Irene’s brunette, petite, with a hourglass figure and big tits. “I’d do anything to see her nude.” I caught myself then apologized to Sal.

He said, “Anything? Would you suck a dick to see them? Would you suck my dick to see them?” I jokingly responded, “Yeah, bro, I’d suck you dry!”

Learning to Share [Part 1]

This story is a custom request, as well as a re-upload since I had a problem with my previous account. This is the first story I’ve ever written, please let me know what you think!

-Alena

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Liz felt incredibly frustrated at herself as she dashed across the parking lot from her car to her boyfriend’s apartment complex.
Her boss had told her weeks ago about the seasonal reports that were mandatory for her department. He had sent emails, posted reminders, and nagged her to death and she somehow still forgot them. They had to be submitted by 12:00 AM Saturday- which was today.

As Liz pressed the elevator call button repeatedly she checked her phone.

11:38, I can still make it! All I have to do is send the email and It’ll be fine!

The assignment had simply slipped her mind until a few hours ago, luckily she had it completed and loaded to a thumb drive, she just needed to submit it and she was safe. The only problem was that she had left her laptop at work on Friday.

“I’m so stupid! Why did I wait this long?” Liz muttered as she stepped into the thankfully-empty elevator, selecting the correct floor.

Daddy for dinner (dom M/sub F)

This is my first attempt at writing after enjoying this sub for some time, any pointers or observations are welcome and appreciated.

When daddy came home I was in the kitchen working on dishes while I waited for dinner to finish in the oven. I had music playing from the Bluetooth speaker through my phone and was singing and dancing along, I didn’t even hear him come in and neither did the dogs. It was Beast of Burden by The Rolling Stones and I turned to put the mixing bowl I was drying away and saw him standing there watching me. Immediately I felt my face get hot as I blushed and said an embarrassed “hi” with a smile. “Hey baby” he said back and gave a sideways but satisfied smile like he was really enjoying the show I didn’t know had an audience. Even with daddy I’m shy, it took months before I would give him a striptease. I had taken my clothes off in front of him or let him take them off me dozens of times but there was something about stripping carefully for his enjoyment that made me feel both exhilarated and embarrassed. I had never done that before for anyone so I was totally clueless, what if I was terrible at it? I’m sure watching me dance uninhibited of my own volition in the kitchen in jeans and a t-shirt making dinner and cleaning was really a sight for him. Fortunately for him, I would only do that in a place I felt safe and comfortable.

Work friends first, lovers later. [M/F]

We spend, on average, about 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, in the same place, with the same people. So naturally, bonds form, friendships begin and relationships blossom. All of this can be exciting, especially when these relationships turn tender, loving and sexual. As a general rule, conducting romantic relations on work premises is considered a faux pas however, the act of sneaking around, finding a quiet place and turning up the heat for a quick kiss, or something more, is an act that many, including myself, find irresistible and a major turn on.

I work in a laboratory that specializes in environmental sample analysis. Meaning, you bring your water/soil to us, and we will tell you what’s in there, and how clean it is.

The lab is old and pretty small (about 60 employees), and there have never been any security cameras, which I thought was odd, and there are plenty of empty rooms and nooks to hide away in.

(M/M) A reluctant tale down the rabbit hole chapter 3

“Sweetie, you’ll feel better after a shower,” he said as I followed him into his bedroom thinking I’d rather he call me ‘Brandy’ than ‘Sweetie.’

I have seen his room and have used the master bathroom in the past. A huge bedroom with a king-size bed, and a large bathroom with not only a walk-in shower but a bathtub as well.

Both rooms reek of money. I knew Big T was a very wealthy man, but I have never heard how he made, or makes his money.

He sat at a large oak desk, fired-up his computer and said over his shoulder to me, “Brandy, take off your clothes and lay them on the bed!” like it was the most natural thing in the world to say to a guest.

In what was maybe my last act of defiance, I stood motionless near the bed asking myself ‘Brandon, what kind of guy are you? How can you just do whatever he tells you to do? It’s not right. I need to be a man and stand up for yourself!’

He pulled his iPhone out of his pocket, connected a cord to the phone and plugged the other end into the computer.