collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
I’ve never read an erotic novel and don’t know where to start!
Some specifications: Hetero and female POV. Not rapey or BDSM, but consensual masculine initiation is fine. Fleshed out characters and a well-written romantic plot-line is ideal, but also a decent amount of sex scenes. I really enjoyed Twilight and The Host as a teen and would probably enjoy most any vampire/alien/sci-fi type novels.
After receiving a text from our coworker Leah about Adam and I being “lovey dovey” over the weekend, we sat down and had another talk. We briefly toyed with the idea of just saying fuck it and telling everyone we’d been sleeping together for a few months but the pressure of having to be in a real relationship was too much. As much as I was attracted to Adam and loved being with him, I wasn’t sure I was ready for that to translate to a real relationship. I mean, I thought I wanted to be with him but truthfully, I didn’t want to be the one to put that out there first.
We told Leah that we were just really good friends who had spent more time together recently and I told her the effects of the job were hard on me lately and that I wasn’t in a good place to get into a relationship anyway. She bought it. She bought it for sure because then she tried to sell Adam to me. “He’s really hunky and you guys get along so well… I wish you could see yourselves when you’re together.” She wasn’t wrong. Adam and I got along swimmingly and after our talk at the beach house, we had become closer than ever.
You wake up and feel something between your legs. You are wet and when you open your eyes you see me eating you out. You love the feeling, and I can still taste my own cum. One of the loads I pumped inside you yesterday night. As you’re still waking up you feel two fingers slide inside you as I lick your clit. ‘Goodmorning honey’ I moan as I breathe for a second before I start licking you again. Your body starts shaking as I push the pace. Seconds later you cum on my fingers and tongue. God you taste heavenly. As you are still drowzy I say: ‘I have a suprise for you today…’
‘Uhh, what exactly?’ you say as you’re slightly amazed. ‘No worried, you’ll find out.’ I react as I kiss you intensely. ‘Go shower sunshine.’ You walk into the shower and thoughts go through your mind as you freshen yourself up. Once you get out, only wearing your wedding ring you see lingerie on the bed. Without thinking twice you put it on. You look at yourself in the mirror and then I walk in. I walk up behind you and put on a blindfold. ‘Honey… what are you upto?’ You ask with a slight twitch in your voice. ‘It’s okay, you trust me right?’ I sit you down on the bed, kiss you, lay you down and start tying your hands to the bed. My kisses in your neck make you rapidly wet again. I touch you all over your body. All out of a sudden you feel a second pair of hands.
Mia’s plane touched down in Montreal. She was excited to attend her first Economics Association conference. She had been dreaming of coming to Montreal for years – she’d heard great things about the architecture, the bars, the men…
Mia had submitted her presentation proposal a few months earlier, and was thrilled to be accepted. As a fresh graduate working as a Data Analyst at an affordable housing non-profit, she was still learning the ropes of the industry, and this was a great opportunity. She sometimes envied her peer economists who went on to work for hedge funds, consulting firms, and banks. They got corporate credit cards and flew business class, but she knew she had chosen the right career.
The conference opening reception was a massive party in an old hotel in the heart of Montreal. No expense was spared as floral arrangements, entertainers, catering and trays of drinks filled the ballrooms and patios. One of the benefits of working in this corporate field was that everyone knew how to dress to impress. She had chosen a summery wrap dress that tied at the waist with a purple ribbon, but she was under-dressed compared to the lavish outfits surrounding her.
We finally arrived at a beautiful hotel. Katie had been pretty silent, but I worked out a plan to relax her before dinner. Once in the room alone, I went straight to work.
Katie flopped down onto the bed, and with feigned innocence, I climbed next to her and began to massage softly, favoring the spots around the base of the neck that she loves.
“Hmm, that feels good.” She moaned into the bed.
Her moan excited me and my tight, backed up balls twitched. My hands slowly worked down her back, massaging carefully, and using my thumbs to rub the stress of the car out through my thumbs. My hands traced an outline around her ass, till they met in the middle of her thighs where, as gently as possible, I teasingly grazed her panties directly over pussy, eliciting a audible sigh.
I made to massage her legs, when Katie shifted her weight to one side, lifting her butt up slightly. “Go back to that spot, it’s a little tense.” She moaned. My pants tightened at her words.
“Thank you. You may leave now.”
Gaius Julius Caesar watched as the man called Apollodorus bowed and left. Earlier that evening, he had arrived in Caesar’s room in this wing of the palace and presented a gift “from a generous friend in Egypt”. No idea who it was, he thought, but the gift in question was a large, ornate rug, possibly local craftsmen, but more likely from the Parthian Empire or beyond.
Caesar examined the intricate designs and many colors on the rolled up rug. His time in Egypt so far yielded mixed results. Chasing Pompey, who he’d beaten for total control of Rome, Caesar had arrived to find that Pompey was dead – killed on the orders of Ptolemy XIII, Pharaoh of Egypt. Apparently the boy king’s advisers thought this would win favor with Caesar. They were wrong, very wrong. In addition to being denied the personal sanctification of winning the civil war by himself, Caesar had a personal honor code. And the Egyptians interfering in Roman affairs broke that. Egypt was weaker than Rome, not the other way around. Did not one of the earlier Ptolemies even write in his will that Egypt was to go to Rome in the event of his death? Probably there to appease his Roman financiers during a civil war to oust a usurping brother.
Standing at the bottom of the stairs ascending to the tree house, the boss looks up at Anna.
“Are you ready for this?” he says trying to hide his own nervousness.
They’d spent the afternoon having lunch, walking around Paradise, getting massages, and having a much needed nap. Now it was time to head to the Tree House. Wyatt’s house.
Anna’s heart beats hard. She looks at her boss standing naked and wonders if choosing to wear her bra and panties was the right decision.
“I’m kind of nervous, sir. But I’ll be okay. You’ll be right there won’t you?” she says meekly.
He kisses her and says, “Don’t worry. I won’t leave you alone with Wyatt unless you ask me to.”
She relaxes a bit and lets him take her arm in his to head up the stairs.
When they reach the door he knocks and shouts, “Put your dick away, old man! We’re coming in!”
A gruff, southern tinged voice yells back, “I put my dick where I want but come in anyway!”
It’s clearly an exchange they have had many times. An inside joke between old friends.
You really know how to celebrate. Not only are you working a 10 hour day on your birthday, but you scheduled an apartment tour on top of it. Now I’m also eager to live together and enjoy you daily, but why today? Didn’t you figure that would get in the way of my plans to spoil you?
Lucky for us both, your little slut knows how to adapt and overcome.
Littering your snap with my nude body is nothing abnormal. I love to show off my pale double Ds and their cute little perky nipples for you. Squeezing and pinching them for the camera feels so good. Fresh out of the shower, still coated with water droplets, they look extra fun in my opinion. Well, yours too judging by the hard on you show me you’re sporting at work.
First of all , sorry if my English is not so good. I’m living in a not english native country and we’re learning english only at the school.
This story happened a few years ago at New year. My gf at this time (2 years younger then me) and I were invited to a new year party at the house of a former friend (1 year younger than me) of me.
About us: I’m about 5.8 ft, short hair, normal looking. My former gf, let’s call her Kerstin. She was about 5.1 ft, long blond hairs, 80B breasts .
My former friend is like me about 5.8 ft, but long hair like it was modern for former days and more the typ of a bad ass surfer boy. Let’s call him Jeff.
The celebration itself was nothing special, only a few people I knew from him. We drunk, talked and had fun waiting for midnight. Then kerstin and I got horny and wanted to fuck. We went to Jeff’s bedroom where we got naked and I sat down on his bed while kerstin went on her knees and start sucking my cock. My cock is nothing special, little bit over the average but very thin for this large. Then the door opened and Jeff and his gf walked in.
When he arrived home from work that day, the house seemed strangely dark. He glanced at his watch as he stepped from the garage into the kitchen, noting that it’s just a few minutes short of eight o’clock. Though it’s late, he’s still home earlier than his usual time of ten or later. While being the CEO certainly has its perks and comes with a rather large paycheck, it does have its drawbacks, one of those being regularly working late.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the kitchen, he set his briefcase down on the kitchen counter and slid off his blazer – a navy blue one that perfectly matched his pants, both of which are tailored to fit his unique body; being 6’2 with a muscular build and broad shoulders made it difficult for him to find clothes off the rack that fit well. This suit was complemented nicely by a long sleeve button-up white shirt, blood-red tie, and a pair of brown leather shoes – all labeled with the most fashionable designers, of course. The CEO *does* need to portray a message of strength, and no better way to do that than with the wallet.