collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Hi all! In this story a teacher sees one of her former students out and about during Homecoming Week while out for coffee with a friend. The friend, however, has no idea that the teacher and pupil will be seeing each other later as well, in a much different setting.
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Mandy, and Jamie scramble to cover up as the shadowy figure emerges into the clearing, Clydes erection retreats as he greets the tall man in a well pressred park ranger uniform. “What the hell do you kids think you are doing? There is a boy scout troop camping in the next clearing. They called in a women being assualted based on the noise.” Mandy turns a deeper shade of red than she already was. Withing the hour 2 men had seen her nude, which was 2 more than had seen her in her life. “Ummm sorry sir…that was my fault.” Mandy clings to the blanket was she was thankful for every inch of fabric covering her naked teenage body. “You all need to get dressed so we can get you down to the rannger station for booking. You all will be lucky to not end up on the sex offender list for the show you put on for those poor kids…”
So last night I responded to someone’s post on the app Swiflie that asked people to describe how you would eat them out. Being the horndog and indie author that I am, I decided to give it a shot. I liked how it turned out and wanted to share what I wrote. Also, I’m a virgin (21M) and this is essentially my game plan for if/when I ever get to do this. I hope you all enjoy it! Let me know what you think of it when you “finish”. ;)
I start with some basic foreplay. Kissing your luscious lips, forehead, and cheeks before working my way down to your neck and shoulders and helping you take off your shirt and unhooking your bra. After teasing you for a bit, I move down to your hands, kissing every one of your fingers and both sides of your hands before briefly returning to your lips and neck again for some more teasing. I continue to make my way down your body, slowly appreciating every inch of you until I reach your beautiful beasts, gently massaging each one as I tease your nipples with my tongue, feeling them slowly get erect as I play with them and gaze directly into your eyes.
Starchaser
By SpectreOfHell
It was a going away party. There were words to be said, things to be done. Some things to be undone, if possible. The next day, they would be gone, and only God, if He existed, knew when, or even if, they would ever return.
Captain Marco Kensington woke slowly. Very slowly. The computer monitoring his vitals was careful. Precise amounts of stimulants were being fed into him at calculated intervals. He rose from the nothingness of suspended animation into a fog of barely conceivable reality. They had warned him about the sensation of dislocation. He had experienced it before in the trials, but those had been days, sometimes weeks in the state they called hypersleep. This time, eleven years would have passed. If nothing had gone wrong. If the hull had not been breached, if radiation had not damaged the computer despite the thick shielding, if no one at the ESA had goofed the math and put them off target. Marco would wake, he would rise from his chilly coffin, he would exercise and eat and be tested by the computer to make sure he retained cognitive function, and then he would go to the command module. He would open the shutters. He would gaze out upon a new world and a new sun.
My first attempt at writing ELit, based on a memory from a decade ago. After some urging from a friend, I finally decided to cave and post it. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did!
The sign pointed to baggage claim, but it failed to mention what else he knew he’d find there. What felt like a lifetime of waiting, and he finally was just moments away. . Maybe it was the crowd of people surging out behind him, maybe it was the anticipation of what came next. Whichever it was, it drove him forward, both giddy and nervous with excitement. His steps quickened to match a pulse unchecked, and the convenience of escalators and moving walkways almost seemed like traps designed to slowly steal away precious moments.
The horde of people swarmed around him, blundering about in their own way, unaware of a need so primal that the boy didn’t understand it himself. Love? Lust? He couldn’t even ask the questions, all he could do was move forward. Forward, down, around and around, navigating a maze that felt more like a punishment than it was public transit. He took the final stairs, and found himself right where he was meant to be.
**Stacey**
There was nothing separating the cool air from my naked skin, but I felt like I was lying next to a blasting furnace, his body warming me, the skin on skin contact allowing me to steal from his endless heat.
Grateful for his massive height, I nudged my head underneath Chris’ chin, a position I was never able to comfortably accomplish with Todd, his five-nine unable to host my five-eleven. Add on the fact that he worked with wood in his spare time, Chris’ substantial frame seemed fit on a lumberjack more than lawyer. I inhaled in his scent of pine and masculinity, the aromas turning my thoughts primal, causing my thighs to squeeze together in want.
My hands grasped firmly on his throbbing cock, twisting and pulling in long, unhurried motions, my saliva reducing the friction between my palm and his unit. It felt hot and *heavy* in my hands, and while I’ve had my share of genital encounters, this was the first time I was actually intimidated by an erection.
Intimidated, but more so intrigued.
I got home from work, it was so nice out side. Parked my car and went it. I walk into the living room and see you sitting on the couch. Looks like your already, ready to stay inside, wearing your black tank top and workout shorts, make up all gone and hair In a pony tail. You’re drinking a Diet Pepsi and eating from a bag of red twizzlers.
I walk over to you, bend down and give you a nice kiss hello. You smile. I smelled the strawberry twists on your breath, makes the kiss a little sweeter. I goto reach in the bag, and you pull it away, with a giggle.
“Come on give me just one.” “No” as you giggle a little more.
I fake walk away, and go for another grab. You pull,the bag away the giggle a little more sinister.
You have a little playful look in your eye, like come on bring it. I walk slowly over to you, you put the bag under your butt. I place both of my hands on your head and run my fingers through your hair. I massage your scalp. I remove the rubber band from the pony tail, and stand in front of you. Playing with your hair massaging your neck and head. You close your eyes, I feel you relax. I push your head to rest against my stomach, as I put you into a deeper trance.
Paul was a nerdy kind of guy, thicker glasses, unkept hair. Taller and thinner than most with shaggy dark hair. Very unkept appearing. He was always the awkward one with big hands and large features, typically in less than fashionable clothing. Hes 18, and fresh out of high school starting his first semester in College. He wears glasses because his eyes are allergic to contacts. The kind of glasses that make his eyes seem larger than they are. He has zero experience with girls. Never touched anything on a woman. Only the typical family hugs and affection, never anything remotely sexual. He wasn’t the type to be certain or pay much attention to sexual things or girls his age because, well, he has enough self awareness to know there really isn’t much use. Hes always been the big goofy guy with zero charm.
Shaun Train Bloggspot
It was a dark and stormy night as I drove down River Street next to the trolley tracks into Milton. I went over the river, and through the woods with the radio on. I was going to meet a man who was Dominant, and had put a personal ad online. He wanted a ‘submissive cocksucker’ who would dress in sexy lingerie. He would ‘train’ someone to do things the way he liked. I answered. Because his ad was so detailed, I decided to include my phone number in the first email, along with a small picture of me ‘dressed’ in a black strapless bra, black women’s underpants, and black thigh high fishnets with red ‘fuck me’ pumps. My phone rang very soon after I sent the reply, his voice sounded deep and masculine. He said he liked what I wrote, and he liked my picture.
He said he was going to be unavailable for two weeks, after tonight, so….would I see him tonight. I had to get ready, I asked him to call back. He did, and I said, “yes.” I got my bag together with an all black outfit, and left my house at eight o’clock to make sure I got to his house by nine.
Eleven-Seventeen. That was our number. To most people a number like this will mean absolutely nothing. But to all the people who have been or who will be involved in that memorable night, a number such as this one will send a shiver straight through your body. A delicious shiver that will have you stop whatever you’re doing and remember fondly on that amazing night. Your eyes will flutter closed, lips will part slightly and the softest of moans will flow from your mouth as your mind begins to conjure up those wonderfully erotic images. The resounding sounds of pleasure and pain will reverberate in your ears like a symphony. As you try and catch your breath, the fragrant mix of ylang ylang, orange blossom and sandalwood will seep down into your very soul, craving the immense high like a drug. Fire will dance in teasing waves as your skin begins to prickle thinking of the leather straps caressing over your body just before the burning snap against your ass. Frail wrists tremble beneath tight cuffs; your sanity crumbling just as fast as your legs at the feel of juices dripping down them. I digress.