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I know, it’s stupid of me to think that you could ever want me in the same way I want you. Ever since you were moved into my department, I’ve been longing to tear every last bit of clothing off of you. “Jess, JESS” I hear, as I snap out of my day dream. You’re looking at me over my computer with a concerned look. “Are you okay, I was calling you for a while”. You leaned down and I did my very best not to breathe in your amazing scent. “I’m… I’m great, what do you need?” I stammered. My heart was hammering in my chest and you smiled like you knew what I was thinking.

You smoothly slide around to my side of the desk and hand me some papers. “Bob asked us to get these done before we leave, but that may mean you and I have to stay a little late. Is that okay?” you ask. Ugh, I could feel myself getting wet. I looked at the clock, it was 4:30. Everyone else would be leaving soon. “How long will it take?” I asked, trying not to seem excited about the possibility of being alone with you. “Probably another two hours, do you have anywhere to be?” I had just planned a night of binging movies and eating like a pig. “Uhhh, nope. I can stay here with you.” I blushed, I didn’t mean to make it sound like I was staying for you. “Uuuuugh” I sighed. “Is it really going to be that painful working with me?” you teased. Read more »

I know I haven’t met you yet, but let me assure you I’ve thought about what I want to do to you incessantly, even more so in weeks like this week, when my hormones have been all over the place, only making me ache to meet you that much more.

I figured I’d describe myself to you so you can picture me better as you read about how I want to ravage you. I’m 5’2″, ~140lbs, I have black hair, brown eyes, 34DD cup, a nice ass, a gorgeous smile if I must say so myself, and I’ve been told I have exotic looks, as well as an exotic accent. Finally, I’m more on the femme side of the spectrum than anything, I’m a medical practitioner, and I love to relax and have fun when time permits, even more so when MJ, MDMA, LSD or Psilocybin are involved in the mix.

I like to imagine you look like Carmen from The L Word, but I’m pretty open minded in terms of your looks as long as you have a beautiful face, and as long as you’re smart. As a true sapiosexual, your brains will get my attention first, which will in turn get all of the rest of my attention… Read more »

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An Office Hours Meeting

After an Office Hours Meeting…teaser story

An Empty Conference RooM

As her heartrate began to return to normal, she began to feel very exposed. She was, after all, only left in what she wore under her dress. She started looking around, trying to figure out where her dress had landed. He realizes what she is looking for and leans over her to retrieve it from the chair it was flung over. He hands it to her slowly, making sure his hand touches hers.

“Thank you” she mutters. He steps back to allow her to slide her feet into the dress. She stands, shimmying in over her hips and glances over at him as he pulls on his pants. As he buttons them up she stands in front of him, presenting her back. “Would you mind?” she asks, pulling her dark hair over shoulder, out of the way of the zipper.

He just stares at her bare back for a moment. “Oh, of course” He moves to help. She glances over her shoulder to study his face for a moment. Read more »

Chapter 1

Anka paces back and forth, as if I’m not in the same confined space as her. She looks pained, anguished, like she’s been up all night running possibilities through her head.

I weigh my own options in my head. I decide it may be best for me to speak first. “Anka, look,” I start.

“Shht” she says through pursed lips. She holds her hand out and pinches, as if to shut me up. “You are not supposed to know,” she says, suddenly sounding much more familiar with English.

Her hands connect behind her back as she paces. “You should not have gone to that waterfall,” she says, speaking more to herself than to me.

I’m beginning to feel suspicious of her intentions. And annoyed that she’s been able to speak English all this time. “Wait…what.”

“Shht” she interrupts again. She sighs deeply and finally looks me in the eye. “You were not supposed to know about our… abilities.”

“Right. It’s fine, really,” I assure her, speaking rapidly. “I promise I won’t say anything to…” Read more »

The candlelight flickered, casting shadows over the altar. Tree branches quivered in the cool wind, clattering against one another. Fire warmed the air behind me, illuminating the effigy and the etched lines of a star in the stone. The air was still, nothing but the snapping hunger of the flames and my shallow disturbed the peace.

My lips moved, muttering the words I had been given by those who now refused to wander the woods. They had locked away their women, anyone whom they claimed had come back defiant and defiled. The words hung in the air, shivering in the candlelight before darkness consumed every flame leaving me in the pitch of night.

I felt their presence and saw nothing but the black night. Stars shimmered above as I turned my head only to see more nothing. 

“Another who wishes to be freed.” It was a statement, not a question. Long nailed fingers touched my hair, sliding down the loose strands to my shoulder. “Such freedom I will give you, child.” Their hoofs crushed the dead leaves below as they walked behind me.

“Is that what you want, Baphomet?” Read more »