collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
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
*This isn’t the first story I’ve written, but first I’ve ever posted anywhere. Feedback is welcome. It’s a bit longer than typical posts on here but I sometimes find them too short for my taste. Enjoy!*
The past three Friday night I had ended up at The Fiddler. With big windows, brick walls, candles on each table, and a cobblestone patio out back, the pub had a familiar charm while serving craft beer and cocktails to the downtown crowd. A friend had invited me to after-work happy hour with her coworkers there three weeks ago, and I had such a great time meeting her colleagues that I kept coming back. This team worked together at a tech start-up in a post-and-beam converted warehouse office next to the bar. They did something to innovate the printing industry, I never got a full explanation. Clearly, they were all good friends, as their happy hours often turned into drunken late nights together.
*I’ve written this story through chapter 26. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*
Previous Chapters:
[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e4j43f/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_1_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e50w0w/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_2_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e98v9l/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_3_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ebh0qr/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_4_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ej3wo1/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_5_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 5.5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ej3xo4/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_55_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ewqsoi/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_6_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 6.5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ewqto3/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_65_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fa0yjr/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_7_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/foxsa1/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_8_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g9qezf/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_9_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 10 part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gz6cej/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_10_part_1/)
[Chapter 10 Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gz6eaz/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_10_part_2/)
The bus was most of the way to school when Daniel noticed the missed call and voicemail. He listened to Penelope’s message. When the bus let the students off at high school, Daniel hung back and then bolted through some trees and caught one of the side streets that ran behind the school. His brother’s place was only about a ten-minute walk. He could skip first period. Maybe even second if he had to. He texted Penelope to let her know he’d be there soon. Penelope texted Daniel back that she couldn’t wait to see him, with a heart emoji.
I was a XC and track athlete in college. I’m a decent but not great runner. I spent a few years trying to walk on to a team that was out of my league before transferring to a program that was better suited to me. I showed up in September before school started in the best shape of my life and ready to prove myself. There are pictures of me in my post history. I was much fitter than any of those. I’d worked manual labor the previous 2 years on top of 80 miles a week of running.
(Fair warning, this is a long post. Skip ahead to the sex if you prefer.)
The new school was a big move. 1000 miles away in a place that couldn’t be more different. I’d visited the previous year and fell in love with it. A few of the guys had taken me on a run around some of the local trails, and I realized the transition would be easy. Runners are a strange breed, and they’re the same kind of strange everywhere. I felt at home with these guys before I even knew them.
The bus was most of the way to school when Daniel noticed the missed call and voicemail. He listened to Penelope’s message. When the bus let the students off at high school, Daniel hung back and then bolted through some trees and caught one of the side streets that ran behind the school. His brother’s place was only about a ten-minute walk. He could skip first period. Maybe even second if he had to. He texted Penelope to let her know he’d be there soon. Penelope texted Daniel back that she couldn’t wait to see him, with a heart emoji.
Brad’s house was on a quiet cul-de-sac, lined with small, boxy homes. Daniel huffed and puffed as he walked up the front drive. He rang the doorbell and waited only about five seconds before the door swung open. Penelope stood in a tight tank top and yoga pants. Her curves bulged under her clothes. Daniel tried to keep his eyes up on her pretty, blue eyes.
“Hello, Daniel. You skipping school?” Penelope stuck her head out and looked around the neighborhood. Satisfied that no one watched them, she waved Daniel inside and closed the door behind them.
*This isn’t the first story I’ve written, but first I’ve ever posted anywhere. Feedback is welcome. It’s a bit longer than typical posts on here but I sometimes find them too short for my taste. Enjoy!*
The past three Friday night I had ended up at The Fiddler. With big windows, brick walls, candles on each table, and a cobblestone patio out back, the pub had a familiar charm while serving craft beer and cocktails to the downtown crowd. A friend had invited me to after-work happy hour with her coworkers there three weeks ago, and I had such a great time meeting her colleagues that I kept coming back. This team worked together at a tech start-up in a post-and-beam converted warehouse office next to the bar. They did something to innovate the printing industry, I never got a full explanation. Clearly, they were all good friends, as their happy hours often turned into drunken late nights together.
One of my first attempts at writing..
In college I had been dating this girl, Tracy, for about two years and things were going so-so. To be honest, I had contemplated breaking up with her at least once a day but felt too bad to actually go through with it. We lived together, and although she was a complete bitch most of the time her family was extremely kind and, coming from a broken family and experiencing that kind of family love for the first time,
Tracey was an exotic looking 5’4″ girl with short hair, tanned skin, and a hard little body with rock-solid B cups. When she wasn’t making my life a living hell we would have sex on occasion, very vanilla: mostly missionary or her on top or the very rare doggy style session. Things rarely went beyond that. Tracy enjoyed drinking but only at home and was such a lightweight that it rarely ever led to sex (she would get too wasted) and if it did result in hooking up, she would complain that my cock was too big. My dick is 5 inch long and about 2 in girth at full length.
My career involves a good amount of travel and entertaining. In one of my past companies, I had a Russian coworker named Dahlia. Dahlia is a smoking hot blonde girl, who prides herself on fitness, has great perky tits, and an ass that shows off how fit she is. She looks like Evan Rachel Wood in my opinion. Her thick Russian accent is the icing on the cake.
Quick description of myself. I am about 6’3”, slim but toned from lifting weights, and I always have some sort of stubble facial hair. People play the celebrity look alike game with me a lot. The most flattering one that I like to believe is the most accurate (even if it’s not) is Ryan Gosling.
When Dahlia first joined the team, we had a happy hour event and noticed she was a little flirty and touchy after a drink or two. I was surprised since I knew she was married. Her and I continued to have a good work relationship, but never more than that. She would call me for advice and I would see her at events here and there. She continued to be a little flirty, but I always just assumed that was her personality.
I used to live in a five bedroom apartment in a big city. We had a rotating company of roommates, many who I found through Facebook connections and your occasional Craigslist hit. It was co-ed but everyone range between 23-33. It was a diverse group of people and while it may seem crowded, we actually all barely saw each other half worked in the service industry, while the other half worked on their residency in the nearby hospital. We were all friendly but there was an unspoken rule of “try not to fuck your roommate, physically, financially, emotionally etc.” I was the only one on the lease so everyone pretty much paid me so I was responsible for also vetting prospects. A roommate was leaving to work in a lab two hours away so I had to fill the spot. There were some great prospects but I posted a search on FB and someone had recommended a friend of a friend named Sarah. Coincidently, I’d work on a project in which Sarah was assistant number two to the principle talent and we had some brief interactions. She’s the quintessential “Chill girl” her hobbies included smoking weed, knitting and listening to music. Physically, I’d say she’s 5’6 tan skin, small b cup breasts and a gorgeous robust bootie. Her celebrity doppleganer would most aptly be 75% Aubrey Plaza.
The weekend had begun. For Arun, that usually meant a house party with his close friends. But this particular week, each and every one of his friends were either out of town or were too busy to meet. But Arun wasn’t complaining. Because he could spend quality time with live-in girlfriend which on a Friday night usually led to sex. Arun was already very horny, so this was just perfect.
“Let us watch a movie.” Preethi shouted from the back. She had just finished a long shower.
Arun cursed under his breath. A movie at this time meant both of them would be too tired for sex by the time it ended and they would end up sleeping. Arun was about to complain but then Preethi emerged from behind.
Preethi stood in front of him, her head tilted on the side. She was drying her curly hair with a towel. She wore no makeup, But her round face was radiant as ever. Her comfortable baggy pajamas and t-shirt couldn’t hide her curvy body. They has been dating for a year and living together for 6 months. Her presence always had a calming effect on Anil. She was just perfect for him.