collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Hello!
I’m looking for some contemporary novels with lots of sex and good writing.
I have enjoyed books such as Delta of Venus by Anaïs Nin or the works by Angela Carter, but would like to delve into something more contemporary.
Do you know any books such as these? Perhaps even a publisher to follow?
Thanks in advance for your suggestions!
I live in a town that has a portion of the Pacific Crest Trail travel past it and although I’ve always wanted to hike it, I’ve never really had the chance because I’ve never had the ability to take enough time off work. I like to go out on the weekends though and chill at one of the “stops” with cases of water and snacks and hand them out when hikers come by. You get to meet a lot of cool people from all over the place, so it’s fun and gets me some sunlight. Not to mention the long-legged, tan, fit college aged girls that happen to pass by!
A couple of weekends ago, I was just that lucky. Around 11am, I was sitting at the stop in the fantastic weather when this absolutely gorgeous redhead comes over the hill towards me. She was wearing those little loose fit hiking/running shorts, dark blue, with a matching long sleeve top. But holy crap, her legs were the piece de resistance that caught my eye. Long, tan, and smooth would be an understatement. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. When she got up to me, I asked if she wanted a water and a snack, which she accepted. She thanked me for being out here and for the treats. I told her it was my pleasure, and that the view was always worth it. She said “are you talking about me or the mountains?”, laughing. “I would be lying if I didn’t say both” I said. She said “I noticed, I thought you were gonna stare a hole right through me!”
It was a good party. The guests were happy. Alcohol was flowing; people were laughing louder, leaning closer, letting slip the kinds of words they’d normally think twice about. The Girl was rosy-cheeked, gesturing with a wine glass as she chuckled her way through a story; Lawson, nursing his own wine glass, formed her perfectly attentive audience of one. His wife had sat beside him for a while, turning that intimately rapt attention on the Girl as well – but for now, she was in the kitchen. Fussing with the entrees. Fussing with her *makeup*. Shedding (just so the cuffs didn’t trail through anything, of course) her long-sleeved camisole.
The Girl had dressed casually, suiting the dress code they’d told her to expect: slacks and a black spaghetti-strap tank top, tight on her luscious body, neckline showing a generous peek of cleavage that Lawson’s eyes had flicked over quite a few times as the wine and chatter flowed. Her glass ran low again and she leaned forward, asking for a top-up; he obliged her graciously, of course, the good host that he was. And he let his gaze linger on those pert, full breasts, and smiled.
I have always been a bit of a slut. I was slutty in college and slept with friends, frat boys, my bfs, and my bf’s roommates. I’ve always needed more and bigger cock. Eventually I figured out that I was very into being completely submissive, loved being degraded, used, and otherwise made to be a free-use slut. I also cum hard from being fucked mericlessly, love anal, and servicing multiple cocks. Even now I find myself wanting to be whored out to by husband’s friends – and then their friends. Preferable to multiple cocks at a time. I want big thick cocks that can stretch me, make me cum all over them multiple times while they do anything they want to me.
I went to California for a family trip and also a destination wedding for my cousin. With all my siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, parents, nieces, nephews, etc. There was probably about 60 of us traveling to the wedding.
On the first night there, we all went out drinking. We drink hard when we go out together. So we did a bunch of shots. Mostly tequila. And tbh, I get horny af when I drink tequila.
After I got back to my hotel room, I apparently went through tinder a lot. I matched with this really cute light skinned guy. Also, apparently we texxxted a lot with one another. So that next day around noon, he hit me up. The two of us texted all day while I was out with my family.
That second night, I went out to dinner with my family and a couple of my aunts and uncles. There were probably like 12 of us in total that night. After dinner, we all were on our own. So around 9, I met him for drinks. That leads to shots of, you guessed it, tequila. After a couple hours and a bunch of shots, we got to talking about why anyone would be on tinder. That leads to going to my hotel room.
I must admit the letter caught me a bit off guard. I never really liked the idea of these reunions or ‘catch-ups,’ but I hadn’t seen any of my old friends in years, and I had started to miss how things were. Maybe that’s just part of growing up. In any case, I decided I would go. It would likely be boring and uneventful, but at least I might see a friendly face.
I got to my parent’s house late Friday night with a small bag for the weekend. My flight had been delayed, and sorting out a rental car took hours, so I was happy to get indoors and take my shoes off. My feet were killing me. My parents were on vacation, so I had the house to myself. I went to bed early in my old room. Mom kept it exactly as I had it before I moved out. I can’t say it didn’t feel weird to sleep in my old bed, thinking about returning to school the next day. It wasn’t quite nostalgia. It felt more like I had wandered into an episode of the Twilight Zone, as if the last ten years never happened.
I (35M) work from home upstairs while my wife (31F) only works 2-3 days a week. Thanks to this arrangement our sex frequency has greatly increased. Here’s how today’s sex happened:
I went downstairs around 2 to get a snack with no plans of trying to get some but while I was making a sandwich, I noticed how great she was looking. She had just got her hair done that morning and was wearing short black shorts and a white V neck with no bra on underneath. While eating my sandwich I keep looking at her lovingly and she asks coyly, “whatcha looking at?” “My beautiful wife,” I answer, which makes her blush. We keep flirting through my sandwich and she smiles and tells me my chest and shoulders are looking bigger. I’ve been trying so that makes me feel really good.
So I’ve just discovered that I LOVE reading stories about people’s experiences and imagining myself in them… like, wow. Yes, do that to me!
Are there websites people go to for erotica? Or maybe short romance novels etc
Like any sites that post daily erotica, is that a thing? Should it be a thing?
[For context: Sadie was my long-term girlfriend over the last portion of college. Average height, maybe a tiny bit short? athletic build, strong back, amazing collarbone, and wide hips with a firm round butt. Has a strong, but calm presence, and loves the outdoors. Long blonde hair, and elfy features with an almond-shaped face.
I would describe myself as moderately tall, lanky, and introverted? I’m told on rare occasions that I’m handsome and that I have sad eyes.
Previous stories about our saga are stickied on my profile!]
Many years ago, when spring was in the air, birds were chirping, and flowers were blooming. Sadie and I had been living together, informally, for several months. Taking walks, holding hands, wearing our beat-up hoodies in the crisp spring air and
Yes, I can’t believe I pulled this one off either. My laundry room is forever going to make me turned on…
It was just any ordinary day, doing laundry, and jerking/edging to some porn to pass time.
I struck conversation with a lady living in my building while doing laundry and we had previously kept to the informal hello in the elevators, but this time I gave a more formal introduction.
We are in the laundry room during this small talk, while I was flipping my clothes between the wash and dryer. It was fun, light and I hit a few moments where she was giggling.
I return back to my place waiting for my laundry timer to go off and at that point I had been edging a ton after our conversation when my timer went off.
I was proudly walking down in standard gray sweats (ofc) and a nice bulge thinking about this woman. I walked into the room and she was sitting there waiting to flip her laundry…
She pretty much saw me swing the door open, with a relatively hard cock, and I did not shy away from that moment. I tested my luck bc I thought she took a peek.