collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
you talk of Shakespeare try this
Shakespeare & dean competition
http://gamahucherpress.yellowgum.com/wp-content/uploads/Competition.pdf
VARIATIONS ON SONNETS OF SHAKESPEARE
http://gamahucherpress.yellowgum.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/sonnets.pdf
The Song Of Juliet
http://gamahucherpress.yellowgum.com/wp-content/uploads/ROMEO-AND-JULIET.pdf
**Not been writing lately due to studying and stuff… but managed to write this in my spare time. Hope you all enjoy! xx**
It was the first car the girl had seen in three hours. She had been walking the winding road for what felt like months. A grey snake of tarmac weaving the way through an expanse of pine trees and lonely wilderness. She was exhausted and aching, her slender athletic legs feeling like they could give out at any moment and her shoulders were screaming from the heavy backpack. It became an apparent truth that if she collapsed on this dark forest road, there was a good chance of her *actually* dying. *Just keep walking,* she told herself.
The car appeared behind her. Two bright lights from the darkness and a loud engine. This was the first person she’d seen and the sudden coarse sound made her jump. She had promised herself that she wasn’t going to hitchhike. She was going to get to her aunt and uncles house without getting in a car with a stranger, but the aching that ran up her legs and thighs begged for her to stop walking. Without thinking, she wearily waved at the oncoming car. *It’s not gonna stop.*
Chapter 1: Gemini
The bar was basically dead one night, but we could all feel a buzzing about the room, a certain anticipation. Three different groups and a straggler came bustling in at once, and we all scattered to deploy our respective advances on the fresh prey. There was a man bun at the bar, donning denim and flannel, and ordering a Maker’s on the rocks. Eyes locked on him, though his back was to me, I made the bar floor my catwalk and strutted straight over, boring a hole through him with my stare. It was my way of clearly signaling to the other ladies my intended target, whether or not any of them paid attention. Shifting my weight to my left leg, I leaned my hip against the bar to one side of him and gently pressed on his shoulder until he turned to face me. Madam did always tell us to maintain physical contact with our client, and I kept my hand pressed lightly against him as I slid it diagonally to clench into a fist of fabric in the center of his chest. At precisely this moment, he looked down to see my fist but stopped short, fixated on my breasts. I took in his smell: tobacco and marijuana mixed with sweat, cologne, and whisky. His drink was up, and I watched him grab it, look at me, and start to form an “O” with his slightly chapped lips.
**Heya,**
I said I’d keep my stories short, so I’m splitting this up into two parts.
Hope ya get a little hot and bothered. ?
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I briskly sachet toward my chosen man of the evening sitting in the back of the speakeasy, making sure to check if someone is following me. He sets his drink on the nearby coffee table while he laughs with his friends, and just as he settles back in his eclectic armchair, I touch his shoulder.
“Hey, babe!” I slide onto his lap and let my legs dangle from my short dress.
He understandably tenses. “Um. I don’t know you.”
“Shh…” I affectionately brush some hair from his forehead, as if I’ve done it before. But I anxiously shift my gaze around the room. “Do you have a significant other?”
His voice drops in suspicion. “No…”
My hand glides down his face. My thumb brushes against his cheekbone, and when my fingers reach his jaw, I feel it relax from my touch. Until I ask, “Are you attracted to me?”
“What?”
*I’ve written this story through chapter 6. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. 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!*
*Previous Chapters:*
[Chapters 1 and 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f1sso4/the_sex_talk_chapters_1_and_2_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f1su4x/the_sex_talk_chapter_3_mf_inc_cheat/)
*Commissioned by Kuudere.*
**Chapter 4**
“You’re getting so good at that, Mom.” David cupped the back of his mother’s head with his hand as she gurgled on his cock. In the background, the woman in the porn video cried out a powerful orgasm.
“Mmmmpppphhhhhhh.” Naomi bobbed her head, the long penis pushing down her throat. It hadn’t been long ago that she hadn’t even known that women did this for men. Now, over the past week, she had become accomplished at deepthroating her son. What was he turning her into?
“I’m getting close. Remember … what I taught you.” He pushed on her brown hair with some urgency. “When … ugh … you feel it … coming out … pull back so just the head … is in your mouth. You … can … swallow … that way.” David was so pleased with how her sex education was coming along. “Ready?”
The rest of the day was eventless. Besides the taste of his semen in your mouth, the memory of the skin on your tongue and the redness on your knees, it was like any other day. On your way back to your office you passed a group of your male colleagues. You couldn’t miss their glances toward your red knees. Most certainly that they knew where that came from, even if they didn’t know who’s office rug it was. You passed then without paying any attention to those glances. You blushed a bit only when you sat down on your chair.
Work helped time fly, it was past 19:30 when you looked at the office’s clock on the wall. You already sent earlier a text to your hubby letting him know you’ll be home late, and part of that is work. He sent you a smilie back and said “OK, just tell me everything when you get home”. Best kind of hubby. He’s not only tolerating your sluttiness, but really encouraging it. You’re so lucky!
It was some time in the late 70s. I had finished my bout at a four year university, and the idea of pursuing any more late nights at Powell library, flipping through another dusty papered book – made me sick to the stomach.
So I did what any sun bleached Californian does, I hit the open road on Highway 1 to the tune of a v-twin Harley for nearly 4 months. I explored every shoreline and twisted road that hugged the coast, rumbled through cities that were then plots of dirt, searching for an answer that I wouldn’t find until I met her at the end of the road.
My rear tire broke loose as I came upon a lonely cantina where the road gave way to the sea. A woman who looked as if she never left the 60s behind, came out with a bottle of anejo in one hand and a whispering joint in the other. Her dress clung to her naked frame as the wind blew across her nipples until they hardened. Her blonde hair was kissed by streaks of white, and yet her face was still beautiful, and to one worn by road, she looked like a desert flower.
Sipping on wine her gaze danced across her beautiful submissives body, his pale skin and red hair almost like a fantasy to look at along with his strangely beautiful face, he always looked beautiful whether he wore clothes like a man outside or dressed cute and elegant indoors for his proud Mistresss.
Everything about him was tasty, always enjoying him bite by bite, but today was different and lust seeped through her body and mind like a virus taking control, envisioning her beautiful sub forcing her down and taking everything she has from her.
All control was relinquished, she gave her sub the ultimate gift. Herself.
But he had to impress her, make her wince in pain and moan with pleasure, it was his duty to please her after all and for once she wanted to see what he could do to her body, after months of her grabbing his tasteful hips and ramming her cock into him, lapping up the moans that escaped his perfect lips and how he’d whimper that he was my little slut, how his hole was mine to use whenever i saw fit.
Hello Everyone! Back in 2019, I started a series of short stories on my blog called *Banging My Secretary* since then those stories have been read over 10,000 times. It is currently my second most popular series ever written on my blog. This year I decided to clean them up and put them in a book on Amazon. As my way of saying thank you, I am offering this book for free From 12:00 AM March 5th – through 11:59 PM on March 9th (PST)
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Here’s to another great year, i look forward to writing more erotica for you in 2020!
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Previous Chapter – [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f2frv6/star_wars_dark_secrets_chapter_5_mf_secret_sith/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f2frv6/star_wars_dark_secrets_chapter_5_mf_secret_sith/)
“You will not get away with this.” The senator said as Xau nudged her along through the crowd of people. Fortunately, they were all still occupied with the aftermath of the Mandalorian and what remained of the Black Sun stooge that it was quite easy for the Sith’s actions to remain unnoticed. The powerful dark warrior had to grin at the black-haired woman’s resilience. His left hand remained on her arm while his other was ready in a moment’s notice to pull his concealed weapon to bear on her if need be. His body pressed against her curvaceous rounded posterior as he nudged her forward and Xau found himself very curious to see just how impressive the frigid senator’s ass would be. He did so enjoy watching the majestic waves of a bubble but as a woman was fucked. Of course, he decided that until they were in a more private and intimate locale he needed to focus.