collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
BY RUBY ROSE
in front of me
unleashed
i want to touch you
gently
i want to hold you
fierce to me
i want to kiss you
tenderly
i want to have you
completely
i want to lick you
tastefully
i want to suck you
irreverently
i want to face you
desperately
i want to take you
inside of me
i want to lay with you
in eternity
if only
you
were
next
to
me.
[And She Went On To Be](https://andshewentontobe.com/2019/07/16/in-front-of-me/)
As I opened my door I stood in awe at what was before me, she looked like a cross between a high class Lingerie model and plaything for some high flying billionaire. Her skin was a stunning olive brown and her waist slender and fine with her enormous tits almost spilling out of a very very thin lacy bra, Her hard nipples clearly poking through the material. Her lace shorts were so thin and light you could clearly see through them and through to one of the smallest thongs I’ve ever seen, what can only be described as a few strings woven together.
I stood there in the doorway my cock as hard as it had ever been ready to fuck her tight body and fill her with rounds and rounds of cum.
She walked in behind me she exaggerated the movement of her hips and despite the low light could still see through her lace shorts to make out the tiny string of her underwear running down the crease between her pert ass cheeks.
After postponing the appointment for several months, she finally made it to the gynecologist. Like every woman, it wasn’t an appointment, she looked forward to. Having someone pushing things into you why you are still completely dry is probably as pleasant , as a root canal treatment.
She took a last deep breath, before she ringed the bell. The door flung open and she entered, seeing the assistant of Mr. Tucson smiling at her already.
“Miss Summer, good to see you! Unfortunately Doctor Tucson had to go to an emergency and will be back in two hours. I am sorry it was so sudden I couldn’t call you. However Doctor Smith could take over if you don’t want to wait.”
A great. Another doctor she had to explain everything thing.
“Fine, I have an appointment in two hours, I can’t wait. I will go with doctor Smith then.”
The assistent smiled at her and pointed her examine room 1.
Emily took a seat on a chair and waited for doctor Smith to come in.
Several minutes later the door flung open and doctor Smith entered the room.
In my early 20s I used to do a lot of swimming, and once a year we would go on an annual training camp to Southern Europe. We would normally go during late Easter when the weather was warm without being too hot and most places were still relatively empty. The group was always good fun, but heavily weighted towards men, with about 15 guys and 3 girls joining.
The girls that joined the trip were those that you would expect to join a male dominant sports trip, competitive, confident and very athletic. They were also together highly flirty and each one loved being the centre of attention. When you are poolside there were always lots of opportunities for girls and guys alike to show off and try and be the centre of attention and through the week clothing definitely became more optional.
This particular year we were heading to a well known resort in Spain which catered to specifically for these kinds of trips. It was the typical group of 15-18 hardcore athletes and this year I was particularly enjoying one new addition to the squad a very confident and flirty girl called Amy.
Ever since my dad welcomed me into his life after my mom hid me from him all this time, he’s treated me like a little princess. Adjusting to life in America wasn’t all that easy, but watching American TV shows made me prepared. He was more than happy to help me adjust, especially since it was my mom’s dying wish for me to go to America as soon as I graduated. Even if I was a “one night stand” child, my father cared for me enough to put aside his anger to my mother for hiding me as his love for me overpowered it and brought me to him in America. I didn’t have much going for me back home, and I didn’t like it so much anyway and it’s not like my family liked me for being a result of the promiscuity of my mother. It was only my grandmother who loved me but she passed away a few years before my mother did.
Part 2
He leaned down and kissed my forehead, before whispering, “How should I take you, Kitty? Hmm?”
His hands gripped my hips and his cock rubbed over my wet arousal. I suppressed a moan.
“Like this? You all open and ready to take my cock?”
He shifted and his hand touched my mouth.
“Or should I take your mouth again, fuck your tongue until you struggle for breath?”
He moved once more, his hands going to the ropes at my wrist. “I have a better idea.” He untied my wrists and helped me onto my back on the bed. He retied my wrists above my head, and moved to strip my panties off. Then his own pants. He stood there next to the bed, watching my body lay there.
“You sure I can’t just keep you here like this forever?” he mused. I felt that familiar had grip my stomach.
“If you could, we both know I’d stay,” I answered quietly. He just nodded before crawling up the bed towards me. He knelt between my legs, his fingers smoothing the tail. He grabbed a pillow and had me lift my ass, tucking it under my hips.
Edit: My relationship is gay, so if that turns you off you should skip this particular post.
This is my first time making a genuine post here, and I’m nervous so please be kind… I am in a happy relationship, and don’t want dms. Thanks. Enjoy.
I am a trans man. I’ve been on T for half a year now. In my relationship, I tend to bottom, and sex is honestly kind of painful for me. (For those who are wondering, I do use the “front hole” for sex. Anal is just uncomfortable and painful in a bad way for me. As long as I don’t watch what’s happening and my fiance is mindful of his terminology and the way he’s doing things (which he always is, the angel) it doesn’t cause me too much dysphoria.)
As I mentioned, sex tends to be painful for me. Not usually to an insane degree, but every time my fiance thrusts into me, it hurts my insides. It makes me groan and cry out. It’s painful enough that we have a safeword set up just in case it becomes too much. Thing is, the pain feels good. I like when he strikes me deeply and it feels like a punch to my organs.
I arrive at the center and am told to go down the hall to a different waiting room than yesterday. I go inside and sit down. There is a short post in the middle of the room with two loops in the middle of the room and 9 other men waiting. I’m looking forward to this session, being able to masturbate and cum normally will be great.
After a few minutes a woman walks in, it’s the same one that was operating the machine yesterday “Right now that you’re all here we can begin, move the chairs to the side and gather in a circle around the post in the middle” we do as we’re told and form a circle in the middle of the room. “Most of you have done this before but as Wank 16734 is new I’ll explain how this is going to work. This is a manual ejaculation extraction you will be required to manually stimulate the penis until orgasm. You will undress and place your clothes in the basket provided. You might be wondering why you’re standing around a post, any one that can’t follow orders will be tied to it and used for, well let’s just call it target practice. Now undress.”
As said in my first posting of one of my stories, I’ve been recently getting into writing my own fanfiction over on DeviantART, using the Uncharted series. It involves the females from the series (Elena Fisher, Chloe Frazer, and Nadine Ross) frequently getting captured, bound and gagged in various bondage/damsel in distress scenarios, which means Nathan Drake and company have to rescue them.
This story is inspired by Uncharted 3’s plot of Nate and Sully racing against a British magical cult to a city called Ubar, known as the Atlantis of the Sands. If any of you guys have played Uncharted 3, you might remember Sully getting Elena to help them despite her and Nate’s rocky relationship after the 2nd game sneak into Yemen and find out why Sir Francis Drake abandoned his mission for Queen Elizabeth I. Uncharted: Finding Ubar basically is a custom alteration of events from their entry into Yemen onwards. The events in London, France, and Syria go unchanged. It’s altered in that Elena’s role in this adventure is our beautiful but vulnerable damsel in distress who will eventually be kidnapped, bound and gagged in various ways by the Hermetic Order, the British cult Nate and Sully are racing against to Ubar. Anyway, apologies for the long pre-story explanation. Roll with the story!
**Hey guys! This is just a short story that I wrote last night. I’ve been meaning to write more but this lockdown has kinda bummed me out and the flame just hasn’t been there…**
**Hopefully soon I’ll get back in to the habit of things :D Anyway, enjoy!**
Denise ordered another gin and tonic. She had downed it as soon as the bartender let go of the glass. Wiping her mouth, she ordered another one.
The young guy looked at her, smiled with pity. ‘You sure? Why don’t I just call you a cab?’
‘Don’t talk to me like that. Like I’m a fuckin’ drunk.’ She pulled a ten-dollar note from her purse and slid it across the bar. ‘Here. Get something for yourself while you’re at it.’
He sighed and took the money. He turned around to the shelf of spirits behind him and started to prepare her drink.