collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
I’m in a mood, and looking for stress relief. I prefer dominant partners and none of my favorites are available. I don’t care what you look like, just don’t waste my time. I’ve got a mile long list of kinks; I’m likely into whatever you’re into. One word openings (e.g. “hey”; “sup” etc.) will be ignored. Make me laugh and I’ll more than likely at least respond.
Let’s get off together, a few times if we’re lucky. I’m a screamer, so prepare your ears. 💋
I lost my virginity to a Malay prostitute. I had recently turned 21 and still had very little sexual experience to speak off. Reading a saucy novel and masturbating onto the pages did not qualify as sexual experience. I recall my cum had a different smell to then, maybe the smell was desparation and loneliness.
I had mustered up my nerve and called the advert in the Herald and made an appointment to see her. She was in a seedy hotel in town, just above Main Street. When I was close buy she gave me the pin code to the door and directions to her oom upstairs. It was a hot evening and she left the door ajar for me to enter. She peeped through the door and called me in. The tiny 1 bedroom was hot but the fan was on full blast. She was plump with shoulder length hair and mildly attractive. She was in some sort of black lingerie and she directed me to undress and lie face down the towel on top of the bed, while she left the room to get ready. I was shy and unsure of myself and left my underwear on. She told me to take my underpants off and proceeded to massage my back with oil. We made idle chit chat and the massage was mediocre at best. She did proceed to rub her breasts on my back and butt and do a sort of body slide. I could feel her hard nipples rubbing against my back and that got me aroused and excited about what was to come.
The day I became a dad, I got better at fucking.
I can’t say exactly what time that day, but something shifted in me. It felt like I had paid my dues to mankind. I had kept my end of the bargain with God and evolution … no matter which you believe in, they both want you to be fruitful and multiply.
(At this point, you should know that my child’s mother and I aren’t together. Fortunately, this will not stop me from being a constant positive presence in my kid’s life. I have nothing but love and respect for the woman I am going to be parenting with … we just aren’t meant for one another.)
Before I became a dad, sex was wrapped up in pressure and anxiety and insecurity. I felt hollow after hookups, probably because I was so caught up in my own head that I was a selfish lover.
My only goal was to push my cock into warm, wet places and leave my cum behind. It felt animalistic. Natural and yet unnatural at the same time.
Since I have been here I have noticed that I like erotic reading, my mind opens more to move to the time where the stories I have read are taking place.
I have found that it excites me as much to read how those girls relate how their men make love to her and give her pleasures from different angles
I have touched myself, I have tried imagining myself that I am that girl who is touched and penetrated hard, I have come alone in my room with my fingers inside wishing it was one of those scenes, she rubbed my fingers so fast reaching a divine orgasm. Uff that rich.
I love it and I will continue reading until old lady xd
In the next month, Hannah went back and forth wrestling with the idea of going through with the bachelor party. She knew that all they were expecting was a fun strip tease, but she also knew that they were hoping for so much more. Well at least she was clear, no gang bang…. She probably picked up the phone a dozen times, dialing George’s number ready to back out. But she decided to be prepared, just in case she would really go through with it.
She went shopping and bought a few outfits. Hannah figured that she needed a sexy dress for dinner. Hannah decided on a dress that would be short enough to tempt the guys to try to look up her skirt when she sat down. And something that was backless so that it would accentuate the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Then it had to be something satin and show as much skin as possible.
She found the perfect royal blue satin mini dress. It barely covered her crotch, showing off her long legs. It also was completely backless and gave admirers a little side view of her breasts and chest. In front, it had a deep plunging neckline that showed off her cleavage nicely. She knew that NO ONE in her friend group could ever see this dress, but she was super excited to wear it for the guys. When she tried on the dress in the dressing room, the sales girl came knocking on the door. She said, “How’s the dress fitting? Can I get you a smaller size or anything?”
Hannah replied, “It’s perfect, I love it.”
The sales girl said, “I love that dress, can I see it on you?” Hannah opened the door and stepped out to find the 3 way mirror. The sales girl said, “Wow, that is such a sexy dress and you look so good in it.”
Hannah replied, “Thank you. You don’t think it is too much?”
The sales girl said, “Well where do you plan on wearing it? I mean I wouldn’t wear it to church, but to a night out, that would be perfect.”
Hannah laughed. Without thinking she said, “No, an old boyfriend is getting married….”
The sales girl stopped her and said, “Damn, you are going to make him think twice about the wedding and the bride is going to be so pissed…. You are going to steal all the attention away from everyone.”
Hannah thought, crap, I should have said I was going to Vegas. “Well the wedding is in Vegas and my girlfriends and I were planning on going to Vegas a few days early, so I thought I should have a dress to go out in that was Vegas appropriate.”
The salesgirl laughed and said, “This is the perfect dress on you then. Just make sure you don’t run into the bride, she’ll be pissed.”
Hannah decided to look for a few other outfits at the store. In addition to the dress, she also bought a white see-through cami and tight cream colored pants. She figured the cami would allow the guys to stare at her nipples and breasts while still being covered and the pants would allow the guys to stare at the shape of her ass. She also found a gold thong bikini which she thought would be fun to strip out of, and a pair of silver panties to go with her new blue mini dress. She figured if guys were looking up her dress she wanted a pair of panties that contrasted with the blue so they knew that they were staring at her panties.
Hannah paid for her items and two sales girls were at the register. One that was helping Hannah in the dressing room, and another girl. Both of them were saying, “Oh, I love this outfit,” or, “You are going to look so hot in this.” Hannah felt a little embarrassed, worried that they thought that she was a professional escort going on a trip. As Hannah left the store, she saw a couple of other sales girls come up to the two girls at the cashier. They were all whispering quietly and staring at Hannah as she left. She knew they were gossiping about her. Probably calling her a “slut” or a “whore.” But she knew she wasn’t a prostitute.
She thought about this for a second and realized that yes, she was being a slut for the weekend. While technically she wasn’t being paid money, she was getting a free trip and getting free clothes in exchange for stripping in front of a bunch of guys and getting them sexually charged. She also had to fuck her old boyfriend in exchange for all this. So she was being a prostitute. “But NO NO NO.” She thought in her head. “I’m not a prostitute. I’m just going to NY to have fun.” She asked herself “What am I getting out of this?” and the answer was fulfilling a fantasy. She wasn’t getting paid, she was doing this for her own fun. Sexually turning on guys, having guys admire her, was a huge turn on for her. So she said to herself, “I’m not a prostitute. I’m totally a slut. I’m totally going to turn on those guys. I’m totally in control of that party. But I am not a prostitute.”
The week of the bachelor party came fast. George called Hannah on Monday to check to make sure everything was still on.
George said, “Hey Hannah, just wanted to make sure you got the plane ticket.
Hannah replied, “Yeah, I got it. I should land at 3:00 in NY.”
“Good, I’ll pick you up, I’ll take you to the hotel and that will give you a few hours to settle in and get ready for dinner.”
Hannah replied, “That all sounds good, but I have to tell you George, that I’m super scared. Except for old boyfriends and the photos I’ve sent you, NO ONE has ever seen me naked. And I’ve never gotten naked in front of a room full of dressed guys.”
“Hannah, that’s totally fine. There is nothing to be scared of. Nothing bad will happen, Chris and I will make sure of that, and these are all old college friends that we totally trust. They are all gentlemen. And frankly, the fact that you haven’t done this, is one of the big reasons why we asked you. We could have easily hired a stripper for this, but knowing that you aren’t a professional is super sexy. Knowing that you are getting naked in a room full of guys who are fully dressed and just watching you is super sexy. Knowing that this is your fantasy and that you are truly enjoying it, not just doing it for a professional fee, that is what makes this whole thing so sexy, Hannah, this is a safe place. We will totally protect your boundaries and we just want to make sure everyone has fun with this.”
“I know, I know. I am super turned on just thinking about living out the fantasy. I am just a little scared, but I guess this is my only opportunity to do ANYTHING like this. You can count on me, but dang I am nervous.”
They talked about her outfits and some of the guys that would be there, but Hannah couldn’t get her mind off the fact that she will be totally naked in front of a group of 10 guys who would be totally dressed. She knew that they would be memorizing every curve of her body, the color of her areolas, the stiffness of her nipples and the folds of her pussy. She got wet thinking about the event.
Friday rolled around and as she got ready for the airport, she knew that this would be the first time George would be seeing her in person, and she was kind of hoping to see Chris with George, so she decided to try to wear something conservative but slightly sexy. She ended up going with a pair of cut off denim shorts and a white satin cami without a bra. She thought that would do a great job of showing off her nipples for the guys picking her up from the airport. And as long as she was going to be a slut for 24 hours, she might as well get started at the airport.
As planned George was there at the airport ready to greet her. Chris unfortunately wasn’t there, but George did give her a huge hug and broke the ice by being a bit over the top outgoing and sexually forward. “Dang, you look so sexy in those tiny shorts and that satin top. I’m sure every guy in the plane could tell that your nipples were hard and ready.”
Hannah laughed and said, “Aww thank you, but ready for what? Do you think the guys on the airplane know that I’m coming to NY to be a slut? or do you think that they believe I’m a prostitute meeting a client for the weekend?”
George, “Well honestly, you look way too classy to be a prostitute, but I’m sure many of the guys know that you are going to NY to fuck a friend.”
They laughed at that. It was a pretty quick ride from the airport to the hotel. Hannah was a lot less nervous than she expected. She told George that she appreciate the fact that he turned the conversation sexual right away, that broke the ice and allowed her to just accept that she is going through with this whole event.
When they got to the hotel suite, she saw Chris in the living room alone. She dropped her purse and gave him a huge hug and said, “Congratulations, I’m so happy that you are getting married tomorrow.”
Chris replied, “That’s sweet of you. I wasn’t sure if you would be happy or jealous. I mean, we were a good thing for a long time.”
Hannah said, “Sure we were, but that was a long time ago, and I’m glad you are going to be happy. And how could I be jealous when your last sexual encounter before marriage will be me? And knowing that you are helping me fulfill this fantasy, well that just says a lot about how sexy you think I am.”
Chris replied, “Babe, I can’t believe you agreed to this, but I also kind of knew this would be a huge turn on for you. Thinking about you stripping in front of all my buddies and fucking me one last time has been a huge turn on for me. Having you as my personal slut for the last night, that is amazing. Thank you for agreeing to do this.”
“What the fuck, what did you call me?!?!” Chris and George got stone quiet. Hannah laughed and said with a smile, “Chris, I am your slut. But just for tonight.”
Chris, George and Hannah made other small talk for a bit while Hannah settled in. Soon Hannah said, “Hey I should get ready for dinner,” and paused.
Chris replied, “Go ahead, we’ll just watch while you shower and change.”
Hannah laughed, “Yeah, that’s not going to happen, you will have to wait for me to make my entrance when the other guys get here. So get out of here so I can get ready.” Chris came up and gave Hannah a hug goodbye, and reached up and pinched her nipples through her white cami. She laughed and gave him a light slap on the face.
Well Hannah went to the bedroom to shower and get dressed.
Keisha and I often butt heads with each other, mostly because she’s a fucking tease. Now wait, before you go to thinking I’m some misogynistic Neanderthal who needs his peter played with because I’m a sexually motivated monkey, you must know something. We have a lot of non-sexual fun, like when we watch Dragon Ball Super or when we play NBA 2k. We go out on dates.
Once, during a beautiful night without a cloud in sight I picked her up from her house and drove to a field in the middle of the city. Undisturbed by light pollution we sat together and counted the stars. We pointed to the different ones. There was the Big Dipper. The North Star. But suddenly and quite shockingly, her hand grazed my exposed thigh. I looked at her, the touch startled me. Her eyebrows dropped low over her eyes like a cliff, and she batted her eyelashes. I stretched out my collar. Goosebumps crawled up from where she touched me into my neck, making me shiver. She let her fingers wander up my thigh until she found my dick. It was the first time she ever touched it. By the time her hand wrapped around it I was rock hard. I froze. She picked up on it. She giggled. Making me squirm was one of her favorite past times. Her soft hands moved up my shaft and tickled my head.
Chapter Five: Question
[Warning: Heavy Themes of Mind Break and Non-Consent]
As Ian woke up again, it occurred to him that he had spent the last two days doing nothing except fucking and sleeping. That was probably by design. Better to keep them asleep when their master didn’t have them busy, no time for plans. Ian then realized he had changed clothes since passing out.
Ian groaned and put his face in his hands. Both him and Alex were wearing dark red silk night gowns with black lace, that went just passed their asses. Light from the window showed that it was a little passed sunrise now. It meant that there could be a whole host of new triggers that he and Alex had no way to prepare for.
There was a knock at the door, and Ian went over to look through the peep hole. Before he could, his hand automatically unlocked the door. It opened and Izzy walked in with a big smile. This time she was wearing yoga pants and a long sleeve sweatshirt. “Morning sleepy heads! It’s a bit chilly out there today so I suggest wearing coats when we go out. Luckily I brought some really cute ones for you” ian looked down at the suitcase she dragged in, and gasped in surprise.
Part One
Anne smiled at me as she slid her hand up and down my shaft. I said something stupid like “That feels awesome”. I could’ve slapped myself, smooth move. But she just laughed her sexy laugh and flicked her shoulder length brown hair behind her head before dipping smoothly down between my legs and taking my whole cock into her mouth. I was lying back on the couch, propped up on my elbows, but this was just too much. My head lolled back and I let out a groan, once again wincing at my lack of self control. I heard (or rather felt, which was wonderful) Anne letting out a muffled laugh around my dick, and I lifted my head back up just in time to see her raising one eyebrow, her mouth still full of my cock. The very sight pushed me even closer to the edge.
“Oh god, I can’t take much more of this” I managed to say between increasingly heavy breaths.
“Good, then I take it you’re ready to get started?” Anne asked after taking a quick breath.
“Huh? Get started?”
This is an excerpt from a story called “the lost epic of a wandering muse”
This part of the story is where the wandering muse of enthusiasm sets out to enthuse the other muses of the world and he follows a trail of paint and pleasurably enlightened beauty leading to a lovely androgenous figure, the muse of radical self expressionism… And there they sit wondering if their work here is done, and the muse of enthusiasm gets to help add to the joy in the muse of radical self expressionisms work, it’s an “amuse your muse” theme where they end up bouncing radical ideas off each other with renewed music, renewed stories, and renewed feelings of being nude beneath the eyes of their own recreational recreation of self and all else!
I’ll start the except off here and cut to the chase…
He knocks on the door,
They answers with a rush of radical expressions,
They see him for who he really is, their smile reaches wider than the sky inside his eyes,
he reciprocates with excitement…
They motions to welcome him in,
Sleeping bleeding slumbers
over into wonder…
Whispered fading feelings resembling the unassembled pleasure experienced on the floor…
Creeking board walk pressure pleasers, teasing dreamers, seeking light house shore talk keepers…
Louder than clock radio speakers…
Submitting mixed permission slips commiting us to explore a wish, admitting, that there’s this urge, to submerge ourselves in a receding displacement of perception, where our eyes roll back and retreat for some much needed relief as we relax, belonging to the moment, focused on your breath…
Breathing deeply
Until achieving eternal rest…
“Repeating motions thrown into a mini death”