collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Hey, I’m bored with quarantining so I’m writing some short stories for fun in the meantime. Here’s one I made earlier, on Archiveofourown: https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/23297071
Everything I write will be there, since I genuinely enjoyed writing it and wrote it out in one night (did not sleep) I may continue.
Thanks for checking it out. ❤️❤️
A Relationship red flag….
when you like different porn.
If he’s into tug jobs
and you like gang bangs,
Probably not the best match
and better to go stag.
Be open to his kink though.
If you are mortified,
then you should probably run.
Yet if you find it strangely intriguing,
and feel a tingle
down there,
chances are you could cum a ton.
Or have fun pretending that you don’t like it.
Men love that shit too.
My boyfriend gave me my first golden shower and I fucking loved it. Who knew?!
Now, can I return the favor?
No.
I get courageous and we go and sit in the bath tub,
then nothing comes out.
Not even a dribble,
From my lovely lady spout.
Still fun to try
and hilarious to talk about.
How someone’s “O” face is similar to someone’s pee face.
My 19 yr old son still lives at home, but he lives in my finished basement in basically a studio apt (minus kitchen).He has a separate entrance and kind of comes and goes as he pleases but keeps me apprised of his general schedule. Friday night he was out pretty late, but he had to be at work Saturday morning. I heard him leave before I got out of bed. I got up, shower and went down stairs in just a thin white tank top and my thong panties to get some coffee. I walked into my kitchen to find one of his friends from college was getting a bottle of water out of the fridge. It startled the shit out of me at first and then quickly turned to embarrassment as I was standing there basically bare assed in a tank top that was half-ass see through when dry…let alone when it was sticking to my damp skin. I had only met this young man a handful of times and he had always been very friendly bordering on flirty. The first time he met me he teased I looked more like a hot older sister than a mom. Given that I am 39 I assumed he was just sucking up.
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I wake up to hot breath on my neck. Eye closed with a sleepy smile, I stretch my arms above my head and roll toward the other side of the bed.
“Good morning, bud! You need to go potty?”
Winston leaps from the bed excitedly, and I follow behind with much less enthusiasm. My face contorts, wincing as my feet hit the cold hardwood. Stepping over my black panties laying on the floor, I consider slipping them on, along with my joggers at the foot the bed. I’ll be quick, I tell myself. It’s not that cold, right?
My black and grey and blue cattle dog is dancing at the backdoor. Opening it just enough to let him out, I quickly shut the door behind me and shiver, feeling my nipples harden and regretting not slipping on those pants. Your t-shirt, though comfy, barely covers my ass. I sigh and follow the light toward the kitchen, sites set on the coffee maker. It’s only 6 AM. I’d love to get a few more hours of sleep, but I can already tell I’m wide awake. I blame the cold.
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Long time lurker, first time poster. Quarantine has got me bored…..
It was just one of those nights.
I couldn’t sleep at all. I couldn’t get comfortable, tossing and turning. Got up twice to pee. It was hell.
Somewhere around 3:37am (I had been staring at the clock, hoping the blinking : would lull me to sleep) I caught a glimpse of the flashing notification light on my phone.
Green.
“Her color” I think to myself.
(yes, you have your own notification icon color :-))
I reach over, and fumble with the unlock screen with my left hand. Took two tries to get past the password and into the text app.
“you awake?” it reads
“yup” I reply. “can’t sleep”
“me either”
I sigh, and for a minute, I think of how amazing it would be to be curled up in the bed with you right now. I decide to take a chance.
“want to come over?” I send, with a smiley face.
“thought you would never ask” you reply, with three red hearts.
We fucked the first night we met. We caught each other’s eye at a friend’s party and talked for hours until he asked to kiss me. Never have I ever wanted to tear someone’s clothes off so fast in my life. The tenderness of his lips, the firmness of his touch, and the presence of his energy set every part of me on fire.
That was before.
Before the city was on the brink of shutting down, before the panic set in, before the hoarding and fear threatened to turn everything inside out.
I was casually dating a list of humans that was dwindling from going on actual dates and having actual sex to just hanging out via Facetime as the precautions were setting in and we were working to keep ourselves safe as best as we knew how. This only amplified my desire to be close to someone, to feel someone’s skin against mine.
He was in a non-monogamous relationship with a pediatrician. They had different boundaries as to how to proceed and he wanted to get coffee and talk about it two weeks after we met.
The windshield wipers flashed back and forth across the window, fighting the rain at the same intensity her heart seemed to race. Feeling as though it was moments from beating out of her chest.
One…
Two…
Three…
She counted the movements, simply trying to catch her breath and regain her composure.
As she pulled in the parking lot, she flipped her headlights off, even before approaching the parking spot next to the room. This night had been planned, but nothing else beyond this moment was certain.
Pulling into the space, she closed her eyes and took deep solemn breaths as she composed herself. Her mind raced, “What am I doing… this is so unlike me… I can’t…” However, something surrounding the mystery of the evening was intriguing her. She was well aware, she couldn’t merely shrug it off and go about her life without seeing this through to the end.
Abruptly breaking from her thoughts, she grabbed her purse and a few other items… Mainly for any onlookers to feign to believe she was there for more reputable reasons than were the reality.