collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
“Luce has been running from her demons for 10 years. Her strict rules keep her safe, but everything changes when she takes a temporary job with two cowboys. One, with warm emerald eyes that see everything. The other, storm clouds of cold gray and blue, his own demons lurking deep within.
Together, they may be everything Luce never knew she needed.”
Becky signed her name with a flourish on the digital clipboard while the man from FedEx waited patiently next to the three large boxes on her doorstep. She had tracked the packages online for nearly a week in anticipation of their arrival. The grown man, wearing shorts with his company logo, spent his days dropping off packages throughout the greater DC area. He didn’t care what was inside of the packages as long as they weren’t too heavy. Was this young woman receiving plates from Crate & Barrel? Maybe furniture that needed to assembled from the three boxes? He was just annoyed that he had to wear the back brace to carry them up the few steps to the door.
Becky, after handing back the clipboard, picked up each package individually and carried them inside. She needed to take three trips unlike the professional hauler who stacked the boxes like a cardboard pyramid because there was no red tape marking the contents fragile. And fragile they were not.
*This is a work of fiction written solely to entertain. If you want to read lots more stuff, vote on new stories, or support my writing, please visit my site (link in my Reddit profile). If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*
I couldn’t post the links to the old chapters for some reason. You can find all the links in Chapter 24: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mssevt/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_24_mf_inc/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mssevt/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_24_mf_inc/)
And here’s the link to chapter 25: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nccbbq/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_25_mf_inc/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nccbbq/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_25_mf_inc/)
“We are ascendant.” Eloise sat in the locked room, holding a crystal tumbler with sloshing amber liquid. Frederick would have been better off poisoning her, she mused. If he hadn’t been pulled by his grandiosity to make a show with the clock, Eloise wouldn’t have been sitting in his despicable lair all those decades later to toast to his imminent demise. “To your father. May he rot in Heaven.”
She unbuttons her shirt and takes off her pants, revealing her voluptuous body. She moves her body lewdly as she undoes her bra and pulls down her panties. Her D cup tits hang low below her body, and as you look down, you find your eyes resting on her plump, pink pussy. It is soaking with her juices, begging for your cock. In a suggestive voice that almost makes you cum just at the tone she says, “I’m ready for you. Look, my pussy wants your fleshy dick so bad.” She puts her lips to yours and kisses you. You insert your member into her tight pussy and groan with pleasure. She lets out a loud moan, and presses her boobs against your chest. You can feel her hot breath on your neck, and the pleasure overwhelms you.
(To Be Continued)
Have mercy with me, with this little boat that was not made for cruising in uncharted waters. I should be anchored in a harbour, not fighting for the life of ship and crew in the middle of a storm, waves, treacherous waters and navigating through rocky cliffs.
This captain is not equipped or trained to steer this driftwood with a mast and sail even across the smoothest of lakes, much less this raging ocean. All I wanted was to get out of my house, to sail in peace, maybe drink a few beers too many like we have. I never asked for a sea monster, the sharks, the people with torches up on the cliffs just waiting to come down and dig through the wreck as soon as I smash against a rock too many.
I did not ask for any of this, that depth in your eyes, the slightly tilted smile, that little dimple in your cheek. I did not ask for those perfect breasts that are so impossible to look away from, or those eyes that still manage to draw my gaze away.
I leaned the narrow, body-length mirror back against the wall and placed a small ottoman in front of it. Now, skin pink and sensitive from the hot water, I removed her bathrobe and made her sit. The mirror, positioned between her knees, reflected her thighs, exposed cunt, naked chest and shoulders. She could see me standing behind her. She watched my hand slip around her throat and felt my grip. She closed her eyes then and I whispered close in her ear, “watch.” I reached down with my other hand and pulled her thighs further apart. Rubbing her soft spot of hair and then her waiting sex. I felt her body relax against me and her hips tilt open. “Watch,” I said again, pressing harder. Her lips were slippery and swollen. Little circles over her clit. Her arms hung at her side unmoving. Soft little moans I could feel in the grip of my palm at her throat. I squeezed my thumb and fingertips with a little more pressure there and slipped two fingers inside her wetness. Slowly in and out. Slowly up over her clit and back down. Back into her pussy where she clenched and tipped her hips into the pleasure. “Do you see how beautiful your pleasure is to me?” I asked. Deeper then. Her mouth fell open and she gasped and bit her lip. I lifted a trail of wetness that stretched away and dripped onto her stomach. The warm honey to her lips. She eagerly slipped her tongue out and sucked on my fingers. I held them there. “You do it now. Show me,” I said. “Let’s watch you cum, together.”
It was 6:30 AM, and I was just getting back from an overnight stay at the hospital for a sleep study. I hadn’t slept well and was exhausted and thrilled to climb into my own bed. Amy picked me up after working a 16-hour shift; she had been up 22-hours straight at this point. We got home and headed downstairs. I still had goop in my hair from the study and wanted to shower before lying down. I was beginning to get ready when Amy walked over and hugged me tightly.
“I love you,” she said through a yawn. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” I said, holding her tighter.
There was a moment of silence as we embraced one another. Then Amy broke the silence with a confession.
“I’m really tired, but I’m also really horny,” she said.
Amy let go and walked into the bedroom. At the foot of our bed is a leather bench. She proceeded to kneel down on it before sliding her pants and underwear down. She swayed her hips to entice me further as I looked at her bare ass presented to me.
I was kneeling in the corner, looking at the clock waiting for you to return…the collar around my neck showing I’m your pet…and I’m just eagerly waiting for my owner to get home. As I hear the door unlock, I perk up and get ready to greet her, unlocking the first thing I see is the key of my cage around her ankle like always…reminding me of my place. My cock twitches in it’s tiny jail, caged and starved for attention…the only attention I get when she isn’t around is from the cuffs around my wrist…around my balls…every time I struggle even a little…a tug.
“Welcome home Mistress. May I help you get your clothes off?”
I look at her as she slowly unbutton her blouse, eager to please her…for that chance she’ll unlock me
“You may…”
I slowly get up and use my mouth to help pull the clothes off, putting it into a laundry basket. And as she walks, her skirt drops to the floor and I pick it up doing the same. I follow behind her to her room, waiting for my next instruction.
Her glowing smile caught his eye, beautiful and cute face, perfect teeth gleamed between her pink lips, her hair, healthy and lustrous. Her think neck enwrapped in by a black stretch choker. She wore a thin white t-shirt, cut short to expose her midriff and navel. The t-shirt was one of those incredibly thin ones, the darkness of her areola visible through the fabric. It was obvious she had no bra on and her puffy nipples pushed out the fabric with ease. Her waist was thiin and narrow, he imagined he could wrap his hands around her waist and his fingers might meet. She wore a crochet pink miniskirt, he could see her bare skin through the gaps. He was entranced, trying not to stare, but he couldn’t help himself. He looked through the small holes in the skirt’s woven pattern and saw only flesh. Smooth bare flesh, he thought, or was that just his imagination. Surely she must have flesh toned panties on under such a skimpy revealing mini skirt. Her slender upper thighs were exposed to the sun but over the knee white socks hid the rest of her slimp legs. Her feet encased in bright white converse.
He couldn’t believe how sexy this girl was dressed. He wondered if she just liked to have men stare at her, or was she as slutty as her clothes. He continued to watch her as she spoke with her friend. He could see her glancing his way on occasion. She definitely liked the attention, or the tease. The two laughed about something and then, she stuck her tongue out at her friend. Two silver balls glinted, halfway up her tongue just off the centerline, a pair of studs pierced her tongue. He groaned as his cock hardened. He used the heel of his hand to push it down his pant leg, so as to not make his erection so obvious. The little slut didn’t just dress the part, he realized. Some lucky man or woman was probably on the receiving end of those piercings. He watched and fantasized, until the two walked past him. His eyes glued to her perfect bubble ass swaying as she passed. Her tight miniskirt slowly working it’s way up her ass, exposing more of her perfect cheeks with each step. Just as it had ridden high enough for her to push the fabric back down, he caught the gleam of a pink gem glittering from deep in the crack of her ass.
“Oh fuck” groaned the man as she covered up the princess plug with her skirt, confirming that she was definitely not wearing any panties and she definitely was a little slut. He squeezed his cock as it erupted out of control in his pants, spraying cum down his pant leg. He looked down at his rebellious cock and cum drenched pant leg. How the fuck was he going to go back to work like this?
How could this have happened?
How could I have gotten myself into this?
As I awoke, I found myself unable to move.
It felt like I was laying on an old army cot.
The rough blanket grating upon my face.
My wrists were bound above my head, and my legs were stretched wide, bound to the frame of the cot,
a strap wound it’s way around my waist, and under the cot.
Trying to twist myself around, I found myself unable to move very far in any one direction.
Whoever did this, did a very thorough job of it.
“Hello, is there anyone there, is anyone out there that can hear me?” I heard my voice ask the wind.
Unfortunately, those sound failed to go very far due to the ball gag in my mouth.
Struggling against my bonds, I despaired that I was unable to affect my status.
The air in the room was sweltering hot, the humidity intolerable.
My body soaked in sweat, dripping from every pore of my body.