collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Last fall, I had met this guy through interesting circumstances. Basically, my friend was my wing-man and he was a stranger. He was no short of inappropriate comments and I was a bit embarrassed, but I got this guy’s number and he was definitely my type. He just had this look that I go after. He was probably about 5’7, thin, with bright blue eyes and blonde hair, he also dressed nice. We texted a little bit the next couple days, but it was just a normal conversation.
Just posting this to keep myself motivated to write this idea and to also just let anyone who reads this knows whats coming next.
Part 3 of The Hag’s Magic, which features a 5 year time jump, and a threesome with the princess of elves! Should be sexy and fun to write and hope you enjoy it
I also would like to know whether I am able to post links in the comments section to show what I think chatacters look like,I do not know if i am allowed
Thanks for readin and I hope you look forward to the conclution of my mini series
Obligatory throwaway statement. My main account has too many 2xchromosome and feminism posts, may be when I’m brave enough, I’ll link them together.
Either way, I broke up with my boyfriend a several months ago because the chemistry just wasn’t right. I’ll occasionally see him at the same yoga studio.
I told my friends about this really cute guy, James, in my yoga class. For my birthday in early December, they bought me a skimpy yoga outfit. It sat in the back of my closet for some time, until one day I saw he was packing in his tight gym shorts. The outline got my mind churning.
That fateful moment changed my life. The next yoga class I wore my skimpy outfit, short tight spandex shorts and a revealing sports bra. I’m about 5’4″, big assed, on slim to average weight side, and have B-cups.
The attention I received next class really turned me on. I could tell the cute guy was looking my way.
I started to slowly escalate it by exaggerating my moments in a slutty ways. Stick out my ass here, seductively touch my body here, bite my lips occasionally. I would let the shorts ride up and not fix them..
I had posted about my first time with Ron and others had asked about our second time.
Ron was having a pool party and I showed up early. When I got there he was in back by his pool and the caterers were setting up. We starting talking and he brought up about out last encounters and asked what the husband thought. I said he liked hearing about and loved the pictures and videos. He laughed and said, “Well, we can do it again and get some more for him”. I smiled and said I bet he would like that. He then said “really? You want to get some now?” He said it like he was joking, but I knew he would. He had a towel wrapped around him and I was wearing a dress with no panties again, but was wearing a bra. After he asked I said do you have a place in mind? He said we could sneak away now real fast in the guest house by the pool before people come.
Hi, all, and happy new year! A user browsing my post history came across my post describing my time as a sushi waitress and suggested I post some of the things I experienced while working there here, so I figure, why not? Be kind, though, much of this is filtered through thirty years and translated from half-remembered Cantonese but I’ll do my best. :) And I apologize in advance for the length, but I figured I should explain some of the background before diving into the stories. If your eyes start to glaze over, feel free to skip this one. Otherwise, here’s the story of my interview for the sushi restaurant.
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Wednesday
January 2, 2019
I am careful when opening the front door tonight, the lights were off in the apartment which meant that Laurel must’ve already climbed into bed. It is not rare for her to be asleep when I come home, in fact it is something I’ve come to treasure about her. Since I met her halfway through her nursing degree she has been firing on all cylinders, thinking and working as if her very life depended on it. It is inspiring, really, the velocity and precision with which she broods. I always try to make sure she knows how much I admire her quickness and intellect, whether it be through flowers, poems, or nights like these. I had come home hoping to sweep her up in my arms, lay her on her back, and give her kisses warm enough to make her heart race as fast as her mind does. Not tonight, though, she must be exhausted. She should sleep.
I was travelling from London to Los Angeles to visit friends – and the cheapest flight I could find was via Porto. The hitch was an 18-hour layover, which was a pain, but the price was so good I went for it and booked an apartment for a night in the old town.
I took a cab from the airport, half an hour’s drive. It was a journey that kept the attention – one moment we were on a raised motorway, passing light industrial units and out of town supermarkets, the next minute without warning we were taking sharp turns up cobbled streets while the driver made enthusiastic use of his horn. Where we ended up was a warren of alleys and arches and cafes that spilled onto the road, all under the deep blue of an August afternoon. This was more than great – it was awesome: beautiful, romantic, mysterious.
I haven’t written in a while, so thought I should get back on the ol’ horse.
If you haven’t read my other stories, I’m a tall, nerdy guy in his 20s with a big cock.
This story happened a couple years ago, while I was in grad school. In my field, there’s a big annual conference that plenty of people go to. It’s mostly business, but once in a while you can find someone fun ;)
At this conference, I was at a networking event for job search. Par for the course, company representatives were swarmed by desperate job seekers, and I needed a break on the sidelines. While there, I noticed someone else on the sidelines: tall, professional dress, tanned skin (she was middle eastern), long dark hair, and striking green eyes. Let’s call her Layla.
I started chatting with her, making small talk about how palpable the desperation was. Layla laughed, and we had a good conversation related to our own research and work aspirations. When it was time to head out, I gave her my card, and we promised to follow up to share some research papers.
Recently Leo has been getting back into playing with his friends and talking to them via discord. This morning whilst fucking me bent over the bed be grabbed my hair and pulled, bringing his face close to mine and whispered in my ear “Maybe I should wait to cum and get you to suck me off whilst I play with the boys and I’m on discord, wonder if I’ll be able to keep quiet?” This turned me on to no end and pushed me over the edge.
This evening he began playing and eventually the discord was filled with his friends all on voice chat. I decided on an opportune moment to strip down to my socks and glasses and tempt him into letting me slide under his desk. He gratefully let me slide in and pulled his sweatpants down, showing his already erect cock ready for me to take into my mouth.
Annabelle and Todd had been married for six years. She. Was. Bored. Everything about Todd was practical. Every summer, they went to the beach. They stayed in the same hotel, in the same room, sat on the same lounge chairs, played the same games with their kids. Even their sex life was routine. He’d finger her, which she hated, and then crawl on top, pump himself into her snatch a few times, cum, sigh, get her a glass of wine and fall asleep.
As do most frustrated partners, Annabelle began to think about branching out and getting her needs met via other avenues. Like most people who think about going down this rabbit hole, she began her search online. She wanted porn, but not Hollywood-esque stuff. She wanted the real stuff. Amateur stuff. The boring sex was, well, boring. Things got dark very quick, but somehow, Annabelle remained horny. She masturbated back to back almost six times, finding more warped and disgusting porn until even she was disgusted with herself.
A few nights later, she told Todd she wanted to spice things up in the bedroom, but he didn’t understand why.