“Buzz” (Segment One) [F] [Vibrator, Public/Voyeur, Humiliation/Retribution]

*This piece was originally written and submitted as a response to [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/kuy0xi/wp_the_restaurant_you_work_at_took_a_page_out_of/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/Squidtalker.*

*All characters – featured and mentioned – are 18+*
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“I hate this job.” Claudia sighed as she backed out through the swinging kitchen doors.

She felt the initial *vwrrr* as the RF tag reconnected. The kitchen was shielded – a radio dead-zone – and signals from elsewhere in the restaurant couldn’t reach in… But, the moment she stepped back into the dining room, she was reconnected and *it* buzzed each time it lost or regained connection…

She was all but used to that, by this point, though. She felt that *vwrrr* at least a hundred times every day. It was an annoyance, and it made her jump and wriggle a bit as she walked, but she walked nonetheless.

“Here are those jalapeño mozzarella sticks you ordered,” Claudia said as she reached to set the hot plate on the table between two customers. “Aaand two beers… Will there be anything else?”

“No, thanks.” One of the two men smiled at her, ruffling through his jacket pocket and producing a crinkled one-dollar bill.

My Best Friend Part 30 (fiction, plot, love, cons, friends)

I walked into the bedroom and threw the clothes into the pile where our bags were. I noticed that the bags were already open and the apparently the girls had gotten their shower equipment out. I looked over to the bathroom to see the door was closed and sounds like the water was just being turned on. I walked over to test the door and found that the door was unlocked. I went back over to the luggage and grabbed my bathroom kit. Then I went back to the bathroom and went in.

I walked into the bathroom to see the girls had already gone into the shower section. I shrugged to myself putting my bathroom kit on the counter pulling out my shampoo and conditioner containers and walked over to the shower section.

The girls were lathering up using the full force of the jets spraying from both sides of the walls. Well Amanda was lathering up on one side while Jeanette stood in the force letting the water massage her with what I imagine was scorching hot water. I got close to the water and sure enough it was hot enough to burn me.
Why girls have to shower in the hottest water imaginable I’ll never understand.

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, Monique.” [F/F] [Kissing, Groping, Fingering, Boss/Employee]

*This piece was originally written and submitted as a response to [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/crs1qc/wp_less_talking_more_kissing/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/Macktosh.*

*All characters – featured and mentioned – are 18+*

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“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, Monique.” June demanded as she backed the surprised Monique against the wall.

“Wh-“ Monique cut off as June’s hands shot up to her shoulders and shoved her.

Monique stared at the woman, mouth agape, as June closed the last few inches of distance between their bodies and kissed her, not waiting for a response to the demand.

Monique was as flustered as she’d been since college, and confused to boot. Since she’d started at this bioengineering firm – a bright twenty-something, straight from her graduation ceremony, with a diploma in chemical engineering burning a hole in her pocket – she’d had no end of trouble from June.

Hmm… Perhaps “trouble” wasn’t exactly the right word…

June was almost in her thirties, and had been with the firm for a few years by the time Monique showed up. They’d met on Monique’s second day with the company – turned out she’d been assigned to June’s lab – and she immediately struck Monique as having *attitude*.

Dear Diary Part Nine – CNC/R**e Fantasy

***This is my diary with diary entries written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. These are my fantasies and thoughts, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

Dear Diary,

When I go to the gym, I almost always do yoga. Above anything else, yoga makes me feel good and helps my back. Although I won’t pretend that I don’t enjoy the stares. I do. I welcome them. I love the idea of being visually objectified. I hope that they are examining my body and motions, picturing what they would be doing if they were able to get get me alone.

I wear very tight ankle length yoga pants from the only place that I will purchase yoga pants: Victoria Secret. I often wear an athletic crop top without a bra or just a sports bra. I finish the look with my mask, mat and removing my shoes. My headphones are put in and I drift away to another world, occasionally catching someone looking at me or imagining in my head what someone looking at me is thinking.

A Mother’s Diary – Entry 02 – Treating My Son to Ice Cream – [FM][M/s][incest][mom son]

This is a work of fiction, a fantasy. Author and all characters are 18+ and this story is written for an adult audience. It is incest themed. If this offends you, it may not be for you.

Let me know what you think, feedback is always welcome.

Read Entry [01](https://www.reddit.com/user/DakotaDevineErotica/comments/l2872n/a_mothers_diary_entry_01_how_i_wished_my_son_a/) here (not required)

Enjoy! x

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I decided to treat my son to some ice cream today. It was a warm day after all, so I just wore a light, red t-shirt, kinda low cut to help stay cool. Plus, I was feeling kind of mischievous for some reason. Anyway, we decided to walk down to the beachfront to walk along the promenade.

When we got there, there were tons of people, each ice cream parlour was packed, but we eventually found one off to the side that was fairly empty. I just didn’t want to deal with the crowds.

So, we sit down and I notice this kid. Well, he’s not a kid actually, as he’s there with his Mom filling out college applications. He just looked so bored sitting there with his mother going through all the brochures and pamphlets. You could tell that he would rather be outside doing other things.

My manager makes me his prostitute (long)

My manager is a soon to be 23 year old and I am an 18 year old freshman in college. I’ve been working with him since I was 16 as a cashier. He’s always been very nice to the employees which is why I’ve stayed here for this long. Who knows if I’ll ever get another manager like that again. He’d give me and others the 100% discount in secrecy as long as it wasn’t anything that was too expensive or too much. But lately I’ve been noticing a change. He’s been doing more than just the discount, he’s been allowing me to have 5 more minutes on my break and is even letting me pick where I’m placed for the shift. I won’t lie, I like it, who wouldn’t but I can’t help but notice that this all started right after my last birthday. It may just be a coincidence and he’s doing this for the other younger employees too.

I have to admit, he’s cute. He’s a little shorter than me which is a quality I love in a man. I catch myself looking a little too long at him sometimes when he’s not looking. But overall he’s my manager and I am just a floor worker. It would be unprofessional to try to do anything, wouldn’t it?

Erotic Story: The Lady and the Lesbian

*Courtesy of* [StoryVa (Online Free Sex & Erotic Stories)](https://storyva.com/?utm_source=sor&utm_content=1) *as the main source of the story.*

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As I lay exhausted and aching all over, the blankets draped over me on Maria’s bed, I realised I’d never been this happy or this satisfied. Pressing the bell in the wall above my head would bring servants racing to my room to attend to my every desire. It was all so different to how I thought my life would go.

I was brought up in a tiny village, my childhood spent slaving over our smallholding, tending to father’s animals or weeding his crops, wishing all the while that there might be more to life than farming. I had little hope for the future. The girls in my village either got married and tended to their husband instead of their land, or they remained with their parents forever. I yearned for something more but had no idea how such a thing might be achieved or even what that something might be.

Step Sister Corruption Part 63 – Day 21 Suspicions (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

I think my small circle, and by small circle I mean two, of lovers is slowly expanding.

Or was I going crazy?

Sure I already had Jessica in my corner to be used however I desired but after our vacation I haven’t been able to get a hold of Jessica so I’m no longer counting her.

But ever since I had started deep dicking Summer and Kelly everything has been a whirlwind in itself.

At first I was content with Summer and finding our activities completely fun to the point where I felt like Summer and I were constantly pushing each other in our activities.  And Summer had confirmed my suspicions a few nights ago when I decided to torture her the same way she tortured me….I edged her until she was foaming at the mouth.

Which I will admit was fun but she tried her damndest to fight me every step of the way.

You may ask why I decided to torture Summer?

Because after she invited me to watch her work on Morgan kind of brought the ole juices flowing making me wonder if Summer enjoyed being Morgan’s ‘Mistress’ should I do the same to her?