collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Chapter 1: [https://muze-archives.blogspot.com/2020/06/muze-takes-over-dance-floor-part-1.html](https://muze-archives.blogspot.com/2020/06/muze-takes-over-dance-floor-part-1.html)
Chapter 2: [https://muze-archives.blogspot.com/2020/06/muze-takes-over-dance-floor-part-2.html](https://muze-archives.blogspot.com/2020/06/muze-takes-over-dance-floor-part-2.html)
Enjoy your read, your comments are welcome.
So…… you have just finished work, it’s been a long and stressful day and whilst you are happy to be leaving work, you just can’t face going home yet. Can’t face another night in front of the tv with Mr Boring snoring away.
You walk past a bar you haven’t noticed before, suddenly you could murder a glass of chilled white wine.
You slip in, take a seat at the bar. It’s busy, but not heaving.
The girl behind the bar slips a napkin in front of you, “White wine please.” She pours you a large glass “bad day? A few of these will make it go away” “oh I’m only having the one” you take a first sip, it’s cool and crisp and tastes amazing.
Your phone beeps, a text from him “what’s for dinner, I’m starving. When are you home?” You roll your eyes, when did it all become so boring? He can wait
You look around, the girl behind the bar is working effortlessly, serving drinks and working every customer, chatty to some, flirty to others, with a confidence you admire. She catches you looking and winks, you blush without knowing why. She’s curvy, tanned, dark short hair, wearing a multicolour “technicolour” vest top which just gives a hint of soft, ample cleavage and a short skirt, which rises up every time she brands over.
She heads over, tops up your glass without asking. You get your card out to pay and she shakes her head, “on the house, you look like you need it” she pushes the card back to wards you, brushing your hand as she does so. You feel a stirring of something, excitement. You smile, thinking I’m that sex starved I’m turned on by one touch now! And a women. Haven’t done that since college and then just the once.
You sip your wine, looking round the bar, full of city boys and groups of laughing women. Your phone buzzes again, “your late? I’m starving!”
You are pissed off now, and bash out a text”working late, get a takeaway” knowing he will be snoring by the time you get home.
The bar girl is in front of you, with a bottle and filling your glass up again. You smile at her “thanks” and push your card over. This time she takes it from you, but her hand lingers on yours, she leans over giving you the card machine and you see the top of her breasts. As she takes the card machine back she strokes the top of your hand. Or are you imagining it?
You drink your wine faster than you should, you can’t stop watching her, her clothes cling to her curves and you feel flushed with the wine and she desire you are feeling. You think “I can’t wait to get home and finger myself, I’m so horny right now”
Before you know it, your glass is empty again and you are feeling a bit lightheaded. She’s in front of you again, “another?” She leans over flirtatiously
“I think I should go” you mumble “where are the toilets in here?” She smiles “ they are on the 2nd floor, quite a walk. Use this one” she passes you a key “ it’s nicer and just down that way” points at a corridor past the bar.
You pick up your bag and make your way towards the private toilet, let yourself in and have a wee. You feel quite drunk, but still so turned on. You feel yourself wondering what it would be like if she touched you, and you touch your self, lost in the moment
As with many of you, this whole pandemic came to me at a completely horrible time. I had a nasty break-up at the end of last year with a man who I had fallen so hard for. After months of therapy and self-discovery I found that I still had feelings for him. Feelings that wouldn’t just go away no matter how hard I tried. I cared so deeply for him, I still do. In February I decided I was going to fight for what I wanted. I tried my best to woo him, and it worked to an extent. While things are still unknown and maybe a little messy we’ve found each other again, at least in a sexual sense.
Dance with me.
Part I
Ros came through the door already smiling. She was about 5’10 with her heels, but she knew she would kick them off soon. She walked with that confident grace of a practiced dancer. If you looked closely at her hands you could see the history of gymnastics in the way she held her fingers.
Her black skirt was knee length and when she walked she could barely feel it brush the back of her knee. But she could feel it and she liked it. She wanted to feel the delicate touches all night. She came to dance. The halter top she wore sported little words. ” I rock”and “you love me” stood out in particular as her nipples accentuated the letter o. She had on no bra. And no panties.
As she got closer to the back of the room she saw L. He was playing with a drink and drawing something. The veins on the back of his hand cast dark shadows in the harsh overhead light that separated him from the rest of the dark room.
The sight of his hands made her pussy jump. She was surprised she remembered how they looked, but in her mind she could still clearly picture him stroking his cock in the video chat. They had talked about dancing. About fucking. She wanted to make it all real.
It was a warm Saturday night i was meeting Wendy in the pub near mine for few drinks as Bill was working.Anyway we where having few drinks and 2 old chaps kept looking us .Wendy was dressed red high heels short red mini skirt and black tight top ,Wendys got bigger boobs than me .I was in stockings black high heels black skirt,black bra black thong and a white blouse,anyway all night these to old chaps kept smiling at us .Me Wendy where quite merry and having a bit girls talk and a laugh , Anyway it came to leave and Wendys taxi came she offered to drop me off but i said its a nice night id walk. Anyway i decided to cut through the park i was a little way in and i saw a bench i thought id sit down for 5 min . As i did i heard voices it was the 2 old chaps from the pub they stoped we started speaking and Clive the oldest 1 out 2 sat next to me he must been in 70s the other Philip in late50s started saying he new me from somewhere.. Anyway chat went on about marrage etc Clive saying how nice i looked Philip saying r they stockings u have on i laughed and Clive pulled my skirt up a bit to see stocking tops we laughed…Then Philip said i no where no you from a site you like being watched in car with hubby Clive had his hand on my leg , i was bit tipsy but was gettin bit nervious Philip went on Bill likes showing you off.. Clive said lucky bill and grabbbed my boob i said no Philip said stop it Clive ,he said come hear to Clive and they both where stood in front me Philip said Go on Ann show us a bit your stocking tops if Bill was hear you would .Me being bit tipsy and i agreed crossin legs for them so stock tops showed .They both saying waw and then Philip said what would Bill dare you now if was hear ? Clive said bet be undo Blouse Philip said no feel your boobs ? Philip said i dare You do what he would dare you, I dont no why but i agreed and started feeling my boobs through blouse and bra god clive was loving it and went to come towards me Philip said Ann if You do 4 more dares i promice you me or Clive will not touch you . I said 2 dares each ? i said no touching promice and looked at Clive. Philip said write 1st 1 is undo blouse and let us see stock tops some more i said ok started undoing blouse Clive was getting his cock out as finished undoing it he was wanking his cock .Clive said dare you take off skirt so i can wank faster .i done as told and took off Philip was now gettin his cock out i was sat their high heels stockings thong blouse undone showing all black underwear,Philip then said dare take blouse of i did and sat their in all black underwear. they both wanking their cocks was terning me on .Clive said god Ann take your bra off i took off and he said fucking hell i was watching them wank and i had to say yes boys wank your cocks faster..they where and i was horny now and pullin nips xxi said yes boys and opened my legs slippin finger down thong and into me they both said yes i said do you like this Clive said god yes im going cum i said well come over me he moved next to me and covered my boobs and neck ..I was moaning as i was gettin close to cummin Philip moved closer as i came he said waw im close he said i said to him you want cum over boobs he said god yes can i fuck your tits i agreed he was fuckin them and grunted and cum all over them….god covered with cum in park mmm they thanked me i got dressed and they left me at park gate ……HOPE LIKED XXX
My husband and I are in an open relationship and very occasionally when we want something different, we go to a sex club that just outside the city. This club is basically a converted really small warehouse, and hosts a party every week for its invite-only members. Anyway, back in February, I had a week where for whatever reason, I felt sooo horny. But, I’d had too much work to have time for sex. Unfortunately, my husband was going to be busy all weekend. I could have tried a hook up with a fuckbuddy but instead I had the idea that I would just go the sex club and get fucked as much I wanted.
That night I wore my best black, lacy silk lingerie and heels and headed to the club. I went to the bar and got a drink before I looked around and noticed a hot guy sitting nearby, raking his eyes over my body. Its kind of cliche but the best way to describe him is tall, dark and handsome. I smiled knowingly at him and sat down next to him. We talked and I quickly had my hands running along his thigh. Within a few minutes, he suggested we head to one of the rooms. He took my hands and led the way and we entered a room with large bed that already had what seemed to be about 5 people, tangled up fucking each other.
Good day, I have been doing some experimenting with this story for a little while. This is simply the introduction to the story which my goal is to make about 50 ish pages long with about 4 to 5 sex scenes. Any feedback is appreciated. If you guys like it I’ll post the 2nd part (and first sex scene)
Thank you!
Character List:
Master: Master
me: Slave
Vacation Girl 1: Emily
Vacation Girl 2: Farzana
**The Presidential Suite**
Part 1: Poolside Tactics
So I had just secretly hid out in my loft as my college roommate had rough sex with James, a cute guy in my English class. She knew I was watching/listening. Full story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gzqdwa/my_roommatef_had_sex_in_our_dorm_room_and_knew_i/) plus [here (cont)](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h9l14r/my_roommatef_had_sex_in_our_dorm_room_and_knew_i/).
James left and there was an awkward silence. It was like she was just standing there lost for words, like I was (but this girl was never lost for words). And, having just overheard her every little gasp, chirp, and whimper, it seemed she could hardly be self-conscious. In fact, I knew she wasn’t.
Finally, I heard the faint, breathy sounds of restrained chuckling. The insanity of it all just suddenly seemed ridiculous and funny. I barely chuckled, but it was enough to out myself, and I flung the bedspread aside. I looked down. There she was in nothing but an over-sized t-shirt. Both her hands were covering her mouth, and her eyes were wide. All I could think to say was “Oh my fucking god Susan!”
She burst out into laughter and so did I. A giggle-fest ensued. She was jumping around squealing lol.
She jokingly said: “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were going to be back early tonight!”
One of the reasons why I love to wear these jeans is because of the shape of pockets. Two shields on my ass position me as a defender. At school, I was against bullying the weak. I did not like bullies and often fought with them, protecting victims of bullying. In the future, this influenced my choice to become a cop. And now, I am proud to wear these protective symbols in a very visible place to show people that I am ready to protect them in case of danger.
I think these two shields also protect me. I believe that if I die in these jeans, then these two shields, which after death will forever remain on my ass, will help me become a guardian angel.
I wrote this text, inspired by the photograph in this post: [https://www.patreon.com/posts/38413155](https://www.patreon.com/posts/38413155)
I was 20 years old when I lost my virginity in the summer of 2018. This was the first guy that I ever dated, he was 8 years older than me. Prior to losing my virginity, I performed oral sex on him a few times and the night we finally decided to have sex was a little unexpected.
He was at work and texted me that he was feeling really horny, so I invited him over after work to pick me up. I was in college and had housemates, so I never really invited him over to my place when things got steamy. Before coming over to my place, he requested I wear a skirt, no panties. I have never done anything like this and it really turned me on dressing up for someone like this. So I put on a black and lace bralette and a mini black skirt, covered it all up with a light coat.