collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
it takes me no time
when i think about you
as i sit here
listening
from across the room
i watch you talk
i watch you laugh
i watch you walk
i watch your back
come
closer
to
me
i dare you now
let
our
eyes
meet
ill show you how
with one glance my way
a brush of a hand
the things you say
i can barely stand
im ready
for you
to come
for me now
one night
forbidden
eyes closed
w o w
I have a cousin who if you looked up douchebag in the dictionary you would probably see his picture next to it. He is loud obnoxious, arrogant and to top it all off he is a pathological liar. He is the type of guy who would lie about what he had for breakfast. The one thing he does have is hot wife. She is about 5’ 5” brunette, great ass, great tits, mother of 2 and is extremely genuine and her and I have always had a connection, like the type of connection that if we met in different times in our lives we would we would have definitely fucked.
Then one day this happened….
He walked her to his room, holding her hand, and closed and locked the door behind them. He pressed her body against the door and kissed her deeply. She felt her insides melt and warm, and felt tingly all over. He was strong, but was being gentle with her. She felt that he probably had other settings, if she wanted to unlock them. She began to breathe heavily as he kissed her ears and neck, and told her she was beautiful. He ran his hands over her breasts and moaned slightly with pleasure as he felt her nipples stiffen at his touch. He ran his hands down the black skirt and moaned slightly again.
“Your ass looks absolutely amazing in this, but I’m still hoping to get it off you.”
He ran his hands underneath the hem of it and up between her legs. She was trembling and knew her pussy was soaking wet. He felt her over her panties with his strong hands and she felt like she might pass out at the sensation she had been anticipating all day. In one strong, sudden move, he scooped her up into his arms without the slightest difficulty and held her triumphantly. He seemed to like the look of surprise on her face.
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Perhaps out of pure boredom with these lockdowns I’ve decided to write out a particularly naughty story from my past. What started as a few paragraphs has turned into a 5 night event. Hopefully some of you have had the chance to read it.
As I write these stories out and remember the details I feel like I am reliving the experience and it gets me so horny. I find myself just thinking about getting pounded by hot college athletes and covered in their cum. I find my left hand wanders around my body while I am trying to type out the events. I sit down after a shower each night to write the next section and I’ve even noticed I’m getting sexier. Day one started in sweatpants with a t-shirt and tonight I decided to find a red bra and pink panties to match my story. If I still had those black heels I probably would have put them on as well.
New here, but I’ve got a few stories up my sleeve, some from the past and more to be made in the future ;)
I’ll try to not make it too long but I want to leave you wanting more of my stories..
So a little back story I guess, when we had just started talking we were quick to getting sexual texting but I was always shy in person (but I’ve got an inner freak and she’s learned how to bring it out). We would talk about kissing and touching and licking and I fantasized so hard of her hands on my torso and chest, feelings my breasts and kissing me all over. I could get wet just thinking about her hands and mouth all over my body I just couldn’t wait for the real thing.
The women all together for their girls’ weekend had all known each other at least ten years, some longer. Between the five of them, they’d had eight husbands, three of them still husbands; and fourteen kids, now mostly in high school and college. All of them would be just fine managing on their own while the women got pedicures and massages and probably too drunk at their large airbnb house, out of town.
The Friday night after they arrived and unpacked, they went out for drinks and dinner and were taken care of at the bar by a man too impossibly hot not to notice. Ginger hair, ginger beard, torso in the most perfect reverse triangle. His shirt outlined his pecs every turn he made, and Cady caught a glimpse of a gorgeous, vaguely floral tattoo peeking out from his t-shirt sleeve. They shamelessly gawked at his perfect ass when he walked away. The friends all gasped and giggled about him when he was out of earshot, and when it was time to go Cady decided she might as well shoot her shot. She added her name and number to the receipt for the bar tab, adding an extra $100 to the bill.
Not the most scandalous stories but worth sharing. My sister got married on a gorgeous ranch; perfect scenery, perfect weather, etc.. All family and wedding party were staying in cabins around the place, so we were around each other quite a bit. My sister had several attractive bridesmaids, but I’d always considered them to be off limits.
I was just out of a long, long distance relationship, so I was very much looking forward to letting loose. The only problem was having so much family around.
The weekend started uneventfully, normal wedding activities. After the ceremony, the booze and dancing really started. I’d known one of the bridesmaids, let’s call her Kait, for several years as we went to college together and she ended up rooming with my sister afterwards. She’s always been cute but like I said, off limits. Everyone was drinking, dancing, having a great time until the buses packed up and left. That left just the core group of people there, some of which wanted to go to bed, some wanted to continue the party. I was certainly in the latter.
It started with brief touches. First, a tap to the shoulder, then a hand to my entire shoulder, sometimes a touch to the head as he paced behind me. He would praise my bravery, my openness, and the honesty I exhibited during our sessions. He genuinely admired how eagerly I listened to, and implemented his advice. He would tell me what we were going to try next, with my medicine, or new therapeutic techniques he wanted me to try. My response was always the same, ” I trust you. Whatever you think is best, I will do.” He seemed to like that. He started moving around the room more during our sessions. Standing behind me, immovabley pressing his hand to my shoulder as I relayed the details of my life. Periodically he would inconspicuously stroke or rub my shoulder with an oustreched finger. At one session he repeatedly praised the progress I had been making with him. He was very proud. He proceeded to tell me how invested he had become in my life.
“Like a father figure, ” he said.
Christine did not show up like she was told to the next day at the coffee shop. But I knew in advance.
Half way home I remembered the bus ride back to the town she was working in was supposed to be at noon the next day. I’m guessing she was so excited it slipped her mind like it had mine. This wasn’t the cell phone era, but when I arrived back at my place I saw several missed calls from her, and found an email waiting for me:
> I’m so so sorry I can’t be there tomorrow for “coffee” as you ordered. My bus leaves at noon and I have to be on it. I promise I will make it up to you if you really want me to and if you give me the opportunity to. Please sir, I beg you.
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>
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> Hoping to be your play thing,
> Christine
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I left her hanging. Not entirely. I wrote back something like, “I really did enjoy you. We’ll see what’s next.” But then I waited a couple of days to write anything more.
In the aftermath of my homecoming, things were surprisingly smooth most days. I made Hannah tell me everything that had happened. Turned out she had wanted to fuck Juice again several times after the tape, but had resisted; I had my doubts, but so she claimed. I was in jail at the time, and really could do nothing about it, and was thankful I didn’t have a clue at the time, because I would not have handled it well. When she had finished recounting her sins to me, I laid out for her what my expectations were. I knew her situation, limited skills, limit desire, she was not heading far in life, and she knew it. Her best asset was her ass, and she had been riding on it for quite a long time: this was likely no different. Though I had been in jail, I had a career ahead of me, and one that was growing more lucrative as a software engineer. Hannah wanted the white picket fence, and 3 kids, two cars a dog. I told her I would give her everything she could ever want and more: ensure she and our children were always taken care of, but she would have to be sure to take care of me.