collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Good day to all at Reddit!!
I’m male. 28. I have recently rediscovered my passion for writing erotic fiction. I’m looking for any fantasies or ideas that you would like to see in writing. I don’t really know my limits as to what I would say is a no go (apart from underage, Thats always a no go) I suppose that’s why I am here.
All I ask for is feedback. Honest feedback.
If you have any serious ideas please feel free to contact me.
Thanks.
*This is a sequel to [“The Hive”](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildaudio/comments/6ksskz/the_hive_any_gender_script_offer_hypnosis/), which Mistress Shibby was kind enough to do a [recording](https://old.reddit.com/r/ShibbySays/comments/75ixs7/f4a_the_hive_hypnosisbrainwashingslavedronehard/) of. Please let me know if you’re interested in commissioning work from me.*
Good evening, Subject 19. Welcome back to the Project. We’re a little short on time, so hurry up and get undressed. Tonight is going to be more than a simple scouting mission. You’ll be making contact with the local resistance. Risky, I know, but High Command has decided that you’re ready.
Are you naked? Good. Lie back and listen to my voice. I’ll count to ten and you’ll feel yourself floating.
One.
Two.
Three.
You feel the tension leaving your arms and legs.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Relaxation pours into you with every inward breath.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
You feel yourself floating, like you’re ever-so-slightly disconnected from your body. Very good. Now I want you to focus on the sound of my voice. Let it take you away, away from your life in this reality. Follow it to another world, one not so dissimilar from the world you know. But with an important difference.
***Go read part 1***
**Aspen**
I woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. Despite having only slept four hours the previous night, I was more energetic than I had been in years. I turned over to the other side of the bed, expecting to see my wife, Rebecca. However, I was shocked to find out that for the first time in the six years I’ve known her, she woke up earlier than me.
I quickly got up and took a quick shower, cleaning off our exploits from the previous night. I changed into a light polo tee and cotton shorts before heading out to the living room. When I went out, I could hear Rebecca humming to the tune of our favourite song “perfect” while cooking. But when I headed into the kitchen, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Standing there, only wearing a flowery apron, was Rebecca. Her beautiful curves shown in all their glory, the only thing holding the apron to her body we’re two thin string around her neck and waist. Normally she was modest, wearing only clothes that did not show herself off, and revealed little to nothing other than her hands and head. Yet there she was, her round, heart-shaped ass sticking out at me, her nipple rock hard, and shown through the thin fabric of her apron. I immediately felt my pants getting tight as I continued staring at that beauty.
The rain splashed in the muddy puddle that had formed under the wooden saddle that had been installed in the center of the court yard. Atop it was a young women, whose pale flesh stood out against the dark red ground that surrounded her. Her arms and legs were bound by thick wet ropes tied tight against the rough wooden post the saddle sat on. She was naked, sparing a wooden plank hung around her neck that read “WHORE.” It hadn’t stopped raining since they put her there, and she didn’t even realize she was shivering, her body was so numb to the cold.
The two of them had met nearly four months ago during a networking event. She was one of the people running the event. Her body had caught his eye, at first. Long, smooth legs clad in black stockings. A short skirt, just shy of being at a professional length. The tight, white blouse that left little to the imagination. Her blue eyes, hidden behind a pair of respectable glasses, set into a sharp face with short red hair framing her face. He had made his introductions, wanting nothing more than to be closer to her. She introduced herself to him as Juliet. Her charm and wit won him over within the hour and the two of them chatted together for nearly an hour. He wanted to stay with her, to keep talking to her, but she had to go. Before she did, she handed him her card and told him to call her tomorrow night. He agreed, feeling a flutter of excitement buried deep in his stomach.
He called her the next night as soon as he got home, 7 PM on the dot. She answered on the third ring.
I can’t say that didn’t I noticed the first time that it happened but I’m quite sure that I wasn’t aware that’s what it actually was. I’d like to think it happened because I’m good at my job, but maybe that’s putting too much on me and not enough on the circumstances.
You might not know what I am talking about, but maybe you do. Making a living as a male massage therapist is difficult, I’ve heard the Euro guys have it a little easier because everyone over there is a little more relaxed about everything, but Americans seem to be a little more uptight, they all really could use a massage….
Well anyway…
So once you finish your training and you go through your board exam and get licensed, you are super excited to get your first job, and since I was able to travel, I took a gig down at an all inclusive resort in the Keys. I wasn’t ready to “build my business” and all the stuff that seemed to go along with that. I just wanted to have a steady stream of clients leading to cash in my pocket.
James went to the nightstand, grabbing a condom. Miranda laid back on the bed, her fingers still rubbing at herself between her legs. The sort of condoms the couple bought was always a random color and this time, it was hot pink. He looked over at her, locking eyes as he rolled the rubber down his member. She laughed hard as she looked at it. He joined in the laughter, climbing into bed and kissing her once more.
“What’s so funny about my cock?” He teased, running his fingers over her hip.
“It looks like my vibrator,” She said, giggling still.
He looked down then back at her. “Well, I hope I’m a bit more lively than a piece of plastic.”
“Much more,” Miranda said, leaning into his neck and kissing at it. “So much more.”
Climbing between her legs, James lined his cock up with her sex and teased the tip against her. Miranda reached down, giving his cock a few quick strokes.
“Guide me in,” He said gently to her.
He grinned evilly as he tucked his cock back in boxers Although, with a large size still throbbing and fully erect, it was a chore. It left nothing to the imagination as his cock still protruded from his boxers. He walked out the bedroom.
“You fucking tease!”, she said angrily, watching him walk away.
Her pussy seemed to scream in anger as well as it’s pleasure was interrupted. Her pussy throbbed sorely from the pain of the sudden thrust splitting her open during their first time together and from the pain of having to suffer from building up arousal and excitement only to have it stopped abruptly. She rubbed her bleeding, throbbing, wet pussy. She used two fingers to swipe side to side and to circle her pussy.
“Michael! Come here and finish what you started!”, she shouted.
He had not responded and she was proactive in her self-pleasure. She wanted more than just her fingers, she wanted his cum. She lightly stomped out the bedroom and found him seductively sitting on the living room couch with his legs spread apart.
He was smiling as he held his cock in his hand. “Your throne awaits my queen.”, he said.
First time writer here… Was basically trapped on a week long vacation with no access to internet and thought “why not let my imagination run?”. Indians are finally starting to make it big on the big screen, so why not some Indian influenced smut? Would love to hear your thoughts.
Prince Raja spotted her bathing in the river.
He was separated from his entourage, stating a desire for solitude. He had been traveling with company for eight days. Constantly being watched, judged. He needed time to think, to be alone. He loathed company.
Raja was struck by her beauty certainly, but disarmed by her sheer presence, and perhaps willful ignorance, to bathe completely naked in the river, no weapon or entourage of her own in sight. At first, he wasn’t sure whether to be alarmed or aroused. Alarmed because she could have nefarious means. Aroused because she was indisputably stunning. Her dark, earthy skin glistened in the sun as she poured fresh water over her well-endowed tits with small, erect nipples. A sheen fell over her long, athletic legs, and as she turned, Raja got a glimpse of her round, ample ass.
Hey guys – first post! Let me know what you think, and if you’d like to see more (female writer; most of this is my own personal fantasy). Enjoy! :)
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Emma yawned and stretched. It was nearly closing time at the videogame shop where she worked, and she already had her mind on the date she had planned for that evening. It was the third this month; her friend and colleague Charlotte had set her up on a dating app, and unsurprisingly, Emma had received a lot of attention already. She was a petite 20-something with waist-length dark hair, large, hazel eyes and a scattering of tiny freckles over her nose. She and Charlotte were the only two female members of staff among ten or so men. They got on with most of their male co-staff, a mixture of typical gaming nerds and a few more conventional sorts, but both felt a strong dislike for their manager, Steven. Steven was in his fifties, a little on the overweight side with eyes that unashamedly undressed both girls, not caring how uncomfortable it seemed to make them. He seemed to have a particular liking for Emma, finding any excuse to brush against her, and she was sure he had deliberately ordered her work uniform – a black polo shirt and trousers – two sizes too small. Her C-cup breasts strained against the thin fabric, and she often saw her colleagues’ eyes rake over her chest when they thought she wasn’t looking.