collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Hey guys, sorry for the formatting. I’m on mobile.
So I’m pretty new to reddit, and I’m looking for a post I read here when I first joined a few months ago. It was a first person perspective about a girl being home alone with her roommate’s dog. The girl decides to masturbate and the dog decides to. . . get involved. I really enjoyed the story ane would like to read it again, but I can’t seem to find it for the life of me. Can anyone help?
The bed was a mess. We’d spent all afternoon in it, arms and legs tangled. Kissing. Teasing. Cuddled. Our clothes were strewn about. We had slowly been undressing each other. Your bra was the latest casualty. I wrapped my hands around your beautiful naked breasts and squeezed as you dropped the frilly thing over the side of the bed.. My thumbs slowly orbited your beautiful areolas raising goosebumps on your skin. I brushed against the tip of your nipples as they hardened. With each rise and fall of your chest, my face grew ever closer to your breasts until you could feel my breath on your skin. My warm tongue flicked forward and wet each nipple in turn. I wrapped my lips around your sensitive tip and sucked. Gently at first, but as your breath changed, I sucked harder. I switched to the other nipple by dragging my tongue across your breast to the valley between them, stopping briefly to kiss the spot sensually, then continued on course. Between my hands and tongue it wasn’t long before you were almost purring under your breath.
hi, i always liked speculative global scenarios, you know, where your fetish is something that is part of people’s daily lives and is done often, in particular i like bondage a lot, but as i think too much about things i kept imagining how would education be and how did the characters in my fantasies have had their childhoods and adolecences, of course, I didn’t even reach a conclusion so I came here (after a lot of research) to ask: in a scenario like the one I mentioned as you think what would a person’s life be like in that kind of world? what do they think what is common and unusual for them? if you have someone with a taste for bondage I would also like it very much, but if you want to talk about your own fantasies, please feel free. what would this alternative society be like?
There’s a girl who I think is cute. She works at a pharmacy. Five foot, 8 inches, shoulder length brunette, green eyes, average chested, and long legs. I’d love to take her there, right at the counter or somewhere private in the store. I want it to be rough and messy.
My blood was boiling. To say that I was annoyed would have been a gross understatement. I clenched and unclenched my fists as I sat next to him in the cab; our tense silence had stretched out for the entire ride.
We had been friends for a long time. We had always flirted with the line of something else, but we never committed to crossing the line in any tangible way. It just never worked out. I had wanted to cross that line tonight. I was visiting him during a trip abroad, and I only had a short window of time to see him; so I thought that this would be it. This would be the time where we’d be able to explore this sexual tension.
I took a deep breath and thought about what I had just went through to get to this point: extending the invitation to go out for drinks, watching him flirt with someone else for most of the night, and then the fact that he left me there to go home with her. I looked out of the window, and saw a dark reflection of myself in the dim lights from the car’s dashboard. My mascara had started to run when I called him – angry, buzzed, and afraid – asking for him to come take me home. I was angry enough that tears had found their way out, and they caused me to start screaming at him.
Walking over to where Pet hung Master Paul asked her if she was ready and doing this of her own free will.
“Yes” Was her only answer.
Stepping back Master Paul took his measure of the distance between himself and Pet.
Drawing back his arm his wrist flicked the whip in a slow manner that sent the leather across the distance.
As it wrapped once around her waist the tip ended its journey against the right cheek of her bottom.
At impact Pet let a small whimper escape her lips.
Mistress Martha walked up to her and once again asked if she was OK and willing to continue.
Again Pet’s answer was yes.
Stepping away Mistress Martha nodded to Master Paul.
Again and again the whip delivered it’s reminder of pain onto Pet’s back and bottom.
With each touch of the whip Pet’s legs gave out a bit more than the previous hit.
There were no tears, no signs of distress upon her face.
In fact soon enough I witnessed a change in her facial expression.
What at first had all the hallmarks of pain quickly turned into a look of ecstasy.
At the twentieth stroke Master Paul withdrew.
I walk into the room and there you are. Arms bound to your legs, ass up, ready for me. I slowly shut the door behind me, with the click of the doorknob and feeling of my eyes on the back of your neck being the only indication I’m there.
As my eyes feast on my newest pet, I softly kick off my shoes, and loosen my tie. I undo the tie and slowly climb up behind you. With my fingers, nose, lips and tie giving you light touches of anticipation before I sinch the tie in a knot, using as a mischief blind fold. As my hands explore your body, I slowly unbutton my dress shirt, then throw in front of you. I unhinge my belt and quickly put it through the loops. A familiar sound? Because I see you dripping already. *slap* as the belt welts your ass and a flinch of pain. I unfasten my button [*slap*] and pull down my zipper, letting my pants fall to the ground. [*slap*] I walk around front of you, unsheath my cock, boxers falling to the floor.
Everyone has their so called “home” doctor, the one that they always go to when they need an MC or when they are legitimately sick. I have mine too. But recently, they expanded, and now I have a new doctor – Dr Jillian (not her real name).
The first time I saw Dr Jillian was when my “home” doctor was unavailable and I was automatically queued to see the new doctor instead. I was down with a flu and thus dropped by to get some meds. As I walked into room for the first time, a beautiful, spectacled lady in her early 30s looked up at me and greeted me pleasantly. “Hello Tim, how can I help you today?” She smiled cheerfully at me as I sat down on the patient’s seat. She smelled nice, and she was pretty. Her cheerfulness was contagious and I found myself smiling back at her whenever I answered her questions.
(You should catch up on my first time with Josh here https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/eslo2h/my_roommates_boyfriend_caught_me_camming_fm/)
“I need it.” It’d been three days since Josh and I had our livestream hookup and I was wondering who’d break first. Honestly, I’d thought about it every hour since it happened but I wasn’t going to chase it again. The guy was in a committed relationship after all. If he wanted to cheat, he was going to decide to do it.
I read those three words over and over again sitting in my warm bubble bath. Josh was literally feet away in the living room cuddling our roommate, his girlfriend, on the couch. He must be thinking about me all sudsed up in here.
“You liked being a camboy that much, huh?” I responded.
“I watched your streams all weekend. I’m addicted to you.” I moaned slightly. I’d dreamt of him talking to me this way for almost two years but this also wasn’t my first time around the block. If I gave Josh what he wants, no holds barred, he’ll get me out of his system. I’d be resigned to listening to him fuck her through the wall semi-regularly again. I also couldn’t ignore the amount sitting in my bank account thanks to our smash hit Thursday..
If you’d like a refresher, here’s [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/eutd8n/the_break_room_mmfblackmailvoyeuroral/)
I couldn’t sleep that evening.Every time I closed my eyes, All I could see was Heather.
I would imagine my hands grabbing her cheeks, pink and rosy from the lack of oxygen. Her hazel doe eyes staring intently at me as I face fucked her. I tossed and turned in anguish as I could hear her gagging at John’s cock, pretending it was mine. Putting a pillow over my head couldn’t drown the slurps, muffled cries, and gagging noises I heard earlier that evening.I grab my phone and look at the screen: 2:48AM.
My cock was raw. Raw from jerking off three times since I got home at 11:30PM. First, I choked the chicken by re-watching the video over a dozen times. After half an hour or so, I tried to make the bald man cry again. An hour later, I tried to make to make some Beef Strokenoff. Neither of them helped me get some shut-eye.Maybe I deserve this. I felt an ounce of self-pity with a side of disgust but just couldn’t bring myself to delete the video. At least, not until I do something with it first.