Category: sexystories

These days, I have a lot to lose. I have a marriage that is not fulfilling, but would be very expensive to end. I have a job where character issues mean unemployment. I have people relying on me to disappoint.

But I still have needs I need to feed, so I end up in places like this looking for like-minded people who need to get off.

Lori was 18 and a half when I met her online. I laughed when she told me how old she was because she was still young enough to add “a half.” I had posted a fairly mild ISO-type post that I had some success with, but none of those connections quite scratched my itch.

Within 15 minutes, Lori called me Sir without asking. I knew she was special.

She provided verification photos proving her age and her description of herself were accurate. She was a petite college freshman–barely 5 feet and 100 pounds–with a pretty, but not beautiful face. She was biracial–white and Asian–which gave her some interesting facial features. She told me from the beginning that she would not send any pictures that could come back to haunt her later, but I found myself rubbing myself through my pants all the same as she sent me her suggestive, but tasteful selfies. Read more »

First post here, some notes for a role play scene… Go easy on me please readers! Comments / feedback welcome :)

I arrive for the interview – personal secretary role. Skirt, heels, blouse, stockings, bun… sexy but professional. 

You offer me a drink. We discuss the role. A desk and chairs are set up. 

I ask what’s involved, and you explain I’d be working very closely with you. I blush. You ask how would you feel about that and come and sit on my side on the desk, put your hand on my leg. I say ok. 

You ask about my prior experience. I used to have a boss that I did everything for. Anything to keep him happy. You raise an eyebrow – anything at all? I say yes. 

You say it’s a requirement of the job to have dress down Fridays, and go to unbutton my shirt. I say I can live with that. My shirt comes off and I’m wearing a lacy black top and black bra. You say that’s good – you’re a good girl.  Read more »

I’m in charge of a business function that covers several different offices, so I’m often on the road to visit the locations. I kept hearing the name of a new salesperson come up: Linda Marconi. Some of my staff at the office she worked at were becoming very involved with problems she should have been calling into a service desk for. I asked them to redirect her, but then I would hear from other employees that they continued to help her.

I was a little puzzled–these guys usually tried to avoid dealing with people as much as possible. So on my next visit, I kept one eye out to see if Linda would stop by the area where my team was assigned. By noon on my first day there, the question had been answered.

The clicking heels announced her presence and I looked up subtly to see a nice pair of legs. She was wearing a skirt that was too short for an office and four-inch heels. I already had a feeling about what her deal was before she turned to peak into my office. Once I saw the tell-tale overuse of eye makeup and low cut shirt, I knew she was experiencing what I call the “aging stewardess syndrome”: an aging woman who relied on her looks for professional success was not dealing with her decline very well. I didn’t give away that I had checked her out and continued to work. Read more »