collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
I read a story a long time ago about a girl in a science class of some sort who gets chemicals knocked over on her, so she has to use the safety shower and she has to get naked with a nerdy kid while the teacher watched over them.
I don’t remember much else, but it would be greatly appreciated if y’all know what I’m talking about
Also if this doesn’t belong on this sub, if someone could direct me to the correct one that too would be greatly appreciated
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*** ***Bella*** ***
We’re still on “vacation”, well I’m in perpetual vacation the entire fucking time! Stupid Isabella, stupid! You should have gone for that computer science major! But no, computer fucking graphics design!
Well as the saying goes: Hindsight is 20/20.
Alana made sure the steaks were in room temperature, coating it with canola oil and then seasoning it with kosher salt and fresh cracked pepper. She also has some thyme, peeled garlic and some knobs of butter sitting by.
Chris went and fetched some mesquite seasoning, which greatly angered Alana.
“No! Motherfucker, you will eat this steak how I fucking cook it. Am I understood!?”
Chris nodded his head and placed the seasoning back where he found it. “Good, love you sweetie!”
She got the pan rip-roaring hot and as soon as the steak hits that sizzle was furious. Her concentration was ultimate; she’s got three pan going at the same time! When one side is browned, a beautiful crust on it by the way, she flipped it over and threw in the thyme, garlic and butter. With a spoon, she started basting the steak with the melted butter that’s been infused with garlic and thyme. She worked flawlessly, like some master chef, and she threw them in the preheated oven for a good 8 minutes.
This is my first time writing so please be kind. Will accept criticism.
*sigh*
I know I’m not alone with this. You have one of those sucky days where shit just doesn’t go your way, you have to deal with an annoying customer or you get a flat tire and your five minutes late turns to an hour late! It’s these days when I get back to my apartment and I just don’t want to have to think or move. What a better way to do this than with self-bondage and a hitachi.
Letting out another sigh I lay on my bed sinking into the mattress. Eyes closed, mindlessly moving hands over the top of my body. Each one with a touch gained, only from years of pleasuring myself. Slowly tracing around my nipples with one hand the other is sliding down my stomach searching for a place lower. Finally I get there, already wet from the thought of what I’m going to do. Staying there for a moment I play with my clit and moan in anticipation.
Our lips touched and it was like an electric charge through my entire body… For months our flirting had become more intense from quick double entendres to full on late night sexting the lust began to grow between us.
Finally I got the nerve to ask her to my office and she agreed, I was so excited. She came in my office after some small talk she began to remove her clothes. I couldn’t stand it any longer. Our lips touched and our fate was sealed.
She sat across from my desk her beautiful tits asking for my mouth, she had one leg up rubbing her delicious looking pussy. I couldn’t stop from pulling out my hard cock and stroking the length of it. She continued to rub her pussy I could hear her wetness and my lust was becoming overwhelming. I needed to touch her pussy rub and her sensitive clit myself. I walked over to her she stood and we passionately kissed. I began pinching her nipples and she moaned into my neck. I reached down between her legs and felt her soft pubic hair, I love to feel pubic hair that first time you get to touch a pussy you have been longing for. I began to rub her pussy teasing her sensitive clit and working up to putting one then two fingers into her pussy. Rhythmically fucking her with my fingers her breathing was becoming quicker. She reached over burying her head into my chest and began stroking my cock. Her body began to buck as she came on my hand. We began to passionately kissing again I took my cock in my own hand my letting the passion overtake me and releasing my cum down her leg. We both realized that this was going to lead to more sexual adventures. I found a partner married like me to share the passion we both needed within a newly created sex positive relationship. More to come next time.
She sits there, inside, waiting. She doesn’t mind though, in here she’s safe, warm, happy. Not as happy as she is out there of course, with Him. She, however, knows that that is not her place to be right now, He decides. He decides everything. Everything.
Inside the lovely black wire crate she felt at home. This is where she belonged. In the corner of his home office. Waiting for him to need her. For him to want her. For him to use her. Sitting, waiting.
As he watched. She didn’t know that of course, that he was watching. The little camera he had set up to make sure she was safe. He would never actually leave her without knowing she was not in or going to be in any danger. And the camera let him see what she did when she thought he wasn’t looking, if there were any non-permission touches, for example. Obviously the camera was for safety, but it was the little perks like this that made it all that better.
**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.
## 71: A Proposition
As the trio of the girls were about to leave the beastkin to their work and go to the other building, where they were supposed to stay the night, one girl hesitated—Olivia.
“I think I’d rather spend the night outside,” she muttered.
“Terrific,” Ember said before adding, “Just don’t get into another argument with Bernard or you’ll also end up on somebody’s plate.”
Olivia did not even have it in her to form a retort.
“Nobody’s spending the night outside,” Beatrice put a stop to any more foolish ideas. As much as she wanted to keep Ember and Olivia separately, she also didn’t want Olivia to get into more trouble, which seemed more and more likely, especially when the ninja girl is distressed.
A Planet of Assholes and Slaves
Lt. Alastair McGonogal had the unpleasant duty of delivering casks of valuable Rigilian whiskey to a planet of assholes and slaves. The assholes in charge decided to control their population by fear and intimidation. They told all citizens to wear masks and carry official documents. Without masks and official documents, citizens were not allowed to buy groceries, nor be hired for any job.
Alastair had seen this behavior before, and it disgusted him. On the planet surface, in two major cities, Alastair wore government-approved masks and carried exquisitely forged vaccination and government documents. As such, he went about his business, delivered thousands of casks of whiskey and collected two billion dollars (our equivalent to the galactic currency.) As he was preparing to leave, he thought more about the well-proportion girls he had seen, how they pulled off their masks to smile at him. He talked with a few and knew for certain, not one of them
enjoyed being a slave. And, the whole, *planet-wide propaganda* of invisible, air-born killer germs was complete nonsense bullshit, serving only one purpose: To increase the servitude, and increase the economic poverty of hundreds of millions of people. And turn a handful of people in to billionaires overnight.
I live quite differently than most people in the modern-day. My parents own a manor and have a maid named Idabelle who has been in my family’s service for longer than I can remember. The circumstances surrounding my family’s wealth and atypical comfort are a bit of a mystery to most people, including myself, but as I get older, I am learning more about it. Idabelle’s position oft confuses people who know of her. We generally tell people she is an employee, but I think “indentured servant” is a better description. When I turned eighteen, I learned a lot more about Ida’s role in our family.
One Fall evening I sat at my oaken desk doing homework as I often did. I was then in my last year of high school, and staying in my room studying for hours was a common occurrence. My parents had gone out to a party that night and left me behind to attend to my schoolwork. It didn’t really bother me, upper echelon “parties” are just networking events with fancy food. It is a bunch of obligatory meeting and dealing and quite exhausting, to tell the truth. I did not mind being left behind.
My bf and I have been together for almost 4 years. He knows that I have a slutty past and for the longest time it was something I didn’t want to talk about with him. I guess I was just ashamed of it and thought he might look at me different. Even though he seemed to be turned on by the thought, and he would ask me to tell him about some of my….sluttiest moments. I still didn’t want to tell him.
Fast forward to now. We are dealing with long distance, I do travel work and for this current contract Im on he wasn’t able to come with me. That opened the door to an open relationship. I get to have my fun, he gets to have his. We tell each other everything and make sure we are completely comfortable. But he’s still been dying to know about my past experiences
I’ve finally agreed to tell him…a little bit at a time. The reasons being three fold as
1- I’m still a bit nervous to tell him everything so this way it doesn’t overwhelm him
2- If he loves it, I get to tease him and really get him wanting more
3- If he doesn’t enjoy it I can back off from it and not go into much detail anymore
She waited behind after class, as she’d been told to, nervous. She knew she hadn’t been doing well recently, but surely it wasn’t that bad…
Finally the last student left. The room was empty, apart from herself and Professor Evans. He looked up from his computer and sighed.
“Close the door, would you?” He asked mildly.
She complied, feeling a kind of quiet relief as her back was turned to him. He couldn’t help looking so good, she told herself.
His clair squeaked as he stood, and she turned to see him still on the desk. He patted the one facing him, and she sat reluctantly.
“You’ve been doing badly in class recently, and I’m worried. You’re an intelligent woman, but you seem to lack focus. Is anything wrong?”
She stared at her hands clasped in her lap. “No sir.”
You’re doing fine in your other classes though. Do you know what I think it is? I think you want my attention. I’ve seen the way you look at me.”
She opened her mouth to protest.