collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
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I’m tall, fit and and blessed below. I do well on dating apps and I’ve been telling my naughty hookup stories.
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I travel for work. This memory happened while I was in Atlanta. I was 25 at the time.
Immediately once the wheels touched down on my flight I was already swiping. I hadn’t been laid in 3 weeks. Fun needed to be had.
While in my Uber to the hotel I received a notification “MATCH” from Tinder. Let’s call her Giselle.
Giselle was 21. Her eyes were brown and radiated energy. Her curly brunette hair fell to her shoulders. Tiny freckles on her high cheek bones. She had thin lips with a hometown girl smile. She was cute in a girl-next-door way. The tom-boy who found her feminine side later vibes.
As for her figure, she was 5’2 (according to her profile). Her breasts were small and perky. Her ass was big for her frame, she definitely did her squats. Athletically petite is the best way to describe her.
She reached out to me (in my profile I mention my massage abilities). We didn’t chat long (message – https://imgur.com/a/PB8uslh). We both had similar mindsets to what this was…
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You ask if you have permission to cum and I tell you not yet. I increase the speed of my fingers inside you and my tongue on your clit. You are moaning so loud now and arching your back. You want to cum so badly but don’t have permission yet. I pull my fingers out of you and continue to suck on your clit. You let out fuck I love that under your breath. As I stand up and pull you closer to me and flip your over. I love the sight of you on all fours in front of me. Your pussy is soaking wet in front of me and your ass just looks glorious as I slide my hard dick into your tight wet pussy and give your right cheek a spank. I love seeing it turn a little red in front of me. Your pussy feels amazing as I grab your hair and push my hips deeper inside you. You tell me to fuck you as I increase the speed. Slide my cock completely out of you and back in. You feel so fucking good. I continue sliding my cock deeper inside you as you breathe faster and feel your body tingling everywhere. You love the feeling of my cock deeper and deeper inside you. Filling up your entire pussy as my cock is soaked up in you. I can feel you getting close again and I want you to explode on my cock but not quite yet. Should I let you cum now or do you want to explore what else I want to do?
Ally had been growing her hair out for longer than I’d even known her. Her dark locks went well past her shoulders and wrapped her in a mane of charcoal mystery. I had asked her to put her hair into pigtails before she came over today. I’m not sure what she expected, because when I answered the door, I was greeted by an unexpected surprise. “Sir, I’ll do anything to get a passing grade.” Ally twirled one of her pigtails playfully, as I took in the sight: naughty school girl, plaid skirt and all. I would have probably fallen over in shock, but it wasn’t the first time Ally had leveraged our age gap to turn me on more…
“Does it turn you on? Knowing your little slut is nearly half your age?” I swallowed hard before I stuttered out my reply. “Uh, um, y-yes. Yes it does, actually.” What was wrong with me? Why was it so hard to speak? It wasn’t like I didn’t know we were over 10 years apart. Was it the way she said it? Dripping simultaneously with naivety and sex? Maybe I still wasn’t able to wrap my mind around the fact that she chose to stay with me, forgoing men closer to her own age? Whatever the reasons, her manipulation worked a charm, as my cock managed to somehow harden even more than it already was, and fiery intent filled my eyes…
First time posting any erotic writing and the first time I’ve written anything in a few years. Thanks for reading, lemme know what you think :D.
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As the handcuff closed around her wrist, she knew she had made a mistake. Her day had been normal, feed the cat, watch a movie, tease her dom. Normally she pulled back when she could tell she started to go too far, but she was pent up. Schedules and life had ensured there was no chance for a proper session and her need was starting to get distracting. She was expecting a spanking, some light choking, and some rough sex to give her what she needed. Instead, she found herself handcuffed to the headboard, face buried in the pillows. The handcuffs only came out for special occasions, which meant she was about to be in for far more than she anticipated. The cold, heavy metal on her wrist made her shiver in anticipation. She couldn’t wait.
Vanessa Part II: Having Fun isn’t Hard…
The music pounded in time to her heartbeat, overwhelming the nervous burn of her stomach. Vanessa entered the quad some thirty minutes after the End-of-Semester mixer started, just as the sun was sinking below the horizon. Yellow faded to orange, to red and pink, finally nothing. A scent of cheap cologne as a young man passed by, stirring her curiosity.
Where was the boy with the gray sweatpants?
As she had dressed for the night, not so easy in the cramped dorm room she shared, she had wondered if Kirk would actually be there. He had invited her—well, mentioned it to her— so he should be there. Of course, she herself had chosen to be fashionably late. No one showed up on time. It was an unspoken rule that only dorks and overeager outsiders came to anything when it started. The cool, the confident, they drifted in as the whim struck. So, as she showered, she took her time, gently scrubbing herself, letting the loofa wash away the traces of her little…indulgence in the library.
*All of the people in this fantasy are 18+ years old.
It’s late and I am just leaving our small local grocery store. An hour before store closing seems to be the best time to get my shopping done. I have always been a night owl. I love the quiet stillness night brings. The break from constant chaos makes the world a little less suffocating.
I walk out of the store with a few bags filled with this week’s groceries. There are several cars parked in the poorly lit lot, but not a person in sight. Something feels off though. I quickly walk to my car as an unsettling feeling begins welling inside of me, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
I fumble through my purse trying to find my keys. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. As I turn to look over my shoulder, a hand quickly moves to cover my mouth, muffling the scream I am too shocked to expel. My bags fall to the ground as I throw my elbow back, connecting with my attacker’s stomach, causing his grip to loosen slightly. Everything is happening way too quickly. I can feel myself being pulled backward. Kicking and screaming doesn’t even slow him down. He is simply too strong.
**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.
Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.
## 305: The Final Joy (18++)
With each consecutive crack of The Whip of Sodom, the tigerkin took another step closer to the tortured, involuntarily aroused girl. The whip worked splendidly. No matter the opponent, it was only a matter of time before The Whip of Sodom would work its magic on its target and its holder. Number Fifty-eight stroked his modest hard-on and licked his lips, unable to look away from Number forty’s nubile body. His shield laid some feet behind him. He no longer needed it. At this distance, using the whip became increasingly impractical and difficult. Still, the tigerkin rolled The Whip of Sodom up and raised his hand for one more, close-distance strike.
Both characters are in their twenties. I haven’t decided on an exact number, but one of the rules for this subreddit is that ages much be specified, so voila.
You wake up early on a Saturday morning; an unusual occurrence given how exhausted you tend to be at the end of your work week. You check the time on your phone, still an hour and a half before your alarm goes off. You roll over to look at your Dom, who’s fast asleep. You think about waking him up, but you know he’s had a busy week. He needs the sleep. “I’m going to get in trouble for this…” you think to yourself. He knows you have trouble sleeping through the night and insists on waking him up when you can’t sleep, but you still feel self-conscious about being a burden, no matter how many times he tells you otherwise. No, let him sleep.
Tracy: **Can I share something embarrassing?**
The text slides in around midnight.
“Of course,” I shoot back. I prop myself up on one elbow, now interested. We’d known each other for a while now, but ever since Tracy and I started college last year, she’s been a bit of a wildcard. I had no idea what to expect from her.
Tracy: **I know this is kind of weird but I had to tell someone okay?**
Me: **Okay, shoot.**
Tracy: **I masturbated for the first time last night.**
My jaw drops. For the *first time?* I knew she came from a conservative Christian family, but I didn’t think it was quite that bad.
Me: **Wow. Congrats. What sparked that in you?**
Tracy’s typing dots disappear and reappear over and over. She had no idea what to say. After an eternity of waiting, her response pops up.
Tracy: **Oh nothing. Just bored.**
Bullshit.
Me: **C’mon, there has to be something.**
Tracy: **Nope. Nothing.**
Me: **That party last night got pretty wild. Someone spark your fancy?**
Tracy: **You really wanna know?**
Oh yes I did.
Tracy: **It was you.**