Category: eroticliterature

New Girl – Part 2 [MF]

Beep, beep, beep.

I awoke sweaty and breathless. Did I really fuck my new boss yesterday? Was it a dream? I looked down at the faint scratches and tiny bruises littering my body, which tells me it definitely wasn’t a dream. As I think about Brad bending me over my desk and thrusting his delicious cock inside of me, my breath quickens and my pussy grows wet. I think to myself how badly I want there to be a round two today, how badly I want to feel his member deep inside of me. The thought motivates me to get up and get ready.

I gaze at my naked reflection in the mirror, taking in my pale skin, bright green eyes and the freckles that dot my cheeks. I decide to dress myself in my black leather leggings, my highest pumps, and a white flowing shirt with a deep neckline. If this doesn’t make him want to fuck me silly on sight, I don’t know what will. Read more »

We Promised to Be Quiet. I Broke Our Promise.

It’s not strange to hear my dorm room shower running at 3 AM on any given evening. Saturday’s less so; four girls sharing two rooms, we’ve learned to ignore the footfalls in that tiled hall, the rattling click of a lock just outside of our dreams. We only ever barely wake up to the sounds of drunken giggles in the commons, or the fridge’s hermetic gush when we try to sneak our midnight snacks. Three AM is the safest hour to interrupt wetdreams. Mine were brought to a blind reality with that perfect, pushing hand.

Tonight, you and I are still very much in the waking world, even if we’re palming our way through the total darkness of this dorm. The first creak of my bed wouldn’t wake Vanessa up. The second creak of springs when I exit these innocent blankets and pillows could stir her – but it’s nothing more than her roommate going to the restroom, right? That other lump she saw when she walked in earlier, the other shape beneath the sheets was just a guest – surely, she thinks, they’re left behind in bed. The darkness hides even her own hand before her face, and sleep takes it to guide her away from our plans. We are safe to lace each other’s fingers, to open the door and push naked heels from carpet to cold floors. One finger is pressed to your lips until you wrap your tongue and suck it soft. Bad. I’d slap you how you like it, if I knew it wouldn’t echo through the hall. Read more »

New Girl [MF]

Beep, beep, beep.

My alarm notifies me that I must get up, and go face the office of my new job. I’m nervous for all the normal reasons, but also because my reputation may precede me – my industry is a small one, and people talk. Will my new coworkers know about the circumstances of my resignation from my last job?

Will they know I so fondly called my boss Master, behind closed doors?

I shake off the thought. Though the idea of someone knowing is slightly exhilarating, there’s no time to think about that now, I murmur to myself. I have to focus on getting dressed. The office is casual, and it’s hard to resist the temptation of showing a lot of unnecessary skin… But I decide to be good for now.

“Good girl, L.” The phrase whispered by my old Master whips through my memory. Yes, Master, I’ll be a good girl… For now.

I slip on a business dress for my first day, one that hugs every curve of my slender body. It walks the line between “booty call” and “business” delicately. I decide against my black tights, for today, opting to showcase my smooth, bare legs. After slipping on my Mary Jane stiletto heels I head out the door. Read more »