collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Disclaimer: The original story is on sexstories.com and is by an author named Avatrek but they have been inactive for 11 years, thought I’d repost so someone else can appreciate it.
Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author.
Story Codes: mmff, exhib, hp, grope, inc, magic, mc, spank, voy
It was Christmas morning and, like so many other families all around the world, the Ferguson’s had risen early to meet it.
Still dressed in her bathrobe and carrying a steaming mug of coffee, Polly made her way slowly through the house as she tried to shake loose the cobwebs. Why was it that the older one got, the earlier morning seemed to come? She chose to take the long way around her suburban home to give herself as much time as possible to wake up, but still managed to reach the front room well before she was ready for it.
As she passed through the archway, the first thing that caught her eye was naturally the beautiful, if artificial, snow white tree with all of it’s gleaming and flashing lights and skillfully arranged decorations standing amid a pool of gaudily wrapped packages. This was to be expected however as this spectacle had been purposely set up where it could dominate the room.
However, the second thing she saw as she entered this room brought her to an immediate halt.
Yes, I’m a real woman and an amateur writer. I love writing dirty stories explaining all the ways I want to suck your cock, make you watch me eat your girlfriend out, etc. What I want in return: you to tell me how you jerked off to it and maybe video yourself cumming from my messages. Serious bonus points if you and your girl do it together! No pics from me – only words because I have to be discreet.
Have a scenario you want written about? Let me know. No incest or abuse, just sweet little stories. Maybe we could start off by talking about me begging you to cum on my face? Or maybe you want to read about you cumming on my tits and making me wear a shirt to work without washing off? How about I tell you in excruciating detail how I like to have my pussy licked? Want to know what position I love to be in when I give head? I can tell you real stories, too if you want to know what it’s like from my side of the bed.
Writing and knowing someone got off with my words is what makes me hot. PLEASE give me your specifics (size, cut, love of prostate play and the like). I’ll ask questions to help me get to know you a little before I send you anything so this actually feels legit as a first person story. Obviously, this is entirely free. I just want to know how you enjoyed it afterwards.
Let me know if you’re wanting some naughty bedtime stories!
Chapter 2: New Home, New Rules
The car entered a suburb. All around Arijit was typical American middle-class family homes. All were two stories, had front and back yards, and had their entire landscaping maintained by busy little active robotic drones.
“American robotic tech is amazing,” Arijit thought as little drones trimmed bushes. Every house had two or three. They could keep pests away, paint, mow, wash, and seal. Almost all manual labor had been automated about two decades ago unleashing a wave of innovation and creativity within the continent. A few houses in, Mr. Cummings pulled the car into a driveway.
Mr. Cummings helped Arijit unload his baggage and carry it in. Walking through the front door Mr. Cummings announced their arrival.
“Hello! Anybody here? We’re home,” he bellowed though no voices returned the call. Inside, Arijit noticed that the foyer was lined with cubbies and shelves. And on the shelves were all types of pants, skirts, shorts, and underwear. Arijit wasn’t comprehending what he was seeing but there was a section of shelving that was empty.
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Harsh sunlight bled through the cheap blinds, projecting lines across the length of my room. I could feel them against my body, the bright source of the oppressive outside heat leaving me sweltering even in the shelter of my room. Flat and spread eagle on my bed, all I could do was sigh, letting the uncomfortable hot distribute itself over my body. Sweat had already appeared, dried, and reappeared throughout the morning, the miserable course of this heat wave hardly half over. I readjusted my boxers, giving what lay underneath a chance to breath.
My mind went to thoughts of cold breezes, of ice and functioning air conditioners. This was perhaps the worst time to have a power outage; there was limited fridge use, since opening it would let the cold air out, and obviously no fans or AC. My hands wandered to the bedside table, and I fumbled for my bottle. Smooth metal that was usually cool was now warm to the touch. I brought it to my mouth and swallowed the last few uncomfortably heated droplets. At least the plumbing still worked. I slid off the bed with the bottle in my hand, pulled on a shirt and shorts, and made my way to the kitchen.
[Chapter 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jxh9ee/cream_coco_chapter_9_fm_incest_motherson/)
I opened my eyes and looked down to see Drew tonguing my nipple, lapping at the rivulets of milk coming out. With a groan, his lips closed around it, and I gasped when he sucked.
“Couldn’t even wait until I woke up,” I teased breathily, and he pulled away with a sheepish grin.
“Sorry. It’s just… you were kinda making a mess.” He pointed to a small wet spot on the sheets, and I shook my head in playful admonishment.
“You could’ve woken me up,” I pointed out. “Or used the pump.” I sat up and leaned against the headboard, beckoning for him to resume drinking.
“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that,” he laughed, leaning down toward my breasts.
“You like mommy’s tits?” I lilted, and he straightened with a thoughtful frown. “What’s wrong?”
“Technically you don’t have tits, mom. You have boobs.”
I blinked blankly. “What’s the difference?”
He sat up and settled next to me. “Well, boobs are big, tits are small. Just look at the words themselves. Boob. All round letters, upper- or lowercase. Tit. Straight lines, not much substance. The *sound* of the words feel different too. Even the word ‘boob’ feels smooth and round. Meanwhile, ‘tit’ really sounds like a little dot, staccato. Like a flatter girl’s beestings.”
My first attempt at a story like this went in a direction I didn’t intend, but this one will stay more on track.
I welcome feedback and thoughts in the comments. Thank you for reading.
Quarantined with Kell
Part I
I walked down the front steps of my apartment and dropped my suitcase and overnight bag on the sidewalk. The moving van had cleared out a couple hours before and I had borrowed a vacuum from my neighbor to give the place a once over before I grabbed a quick shower and headed down to the sidewalk.
I was going home for a couple of months. The quarantine was coming, so my parents had offered to have their kids come home to ride things out with them. I was going to move back in to the room I had occupied as a kid, and my sister Bridget and her fiancee, Ethan, were going to be in the guest bedroom. We would all be working remotely until things settled down.
It didn’t make sense to pay rent on my apartment while I was gone, so I terminated the lease and stored my stuff.
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It took a few days of wandering, but soon Rina had investigated every bit of the palace that wasn’t off limits to her, there weren’t many and she was able to mentally note the approximate size and location of those places.
The kitchens were close to the power converters, and Rina had gotten to know some of the cooks. A pretty, naked, girl is welcome almost anywhere, and Rina wasn’t just pretty and naked, she was using everything she’d ever learned to seem deeply interested in the way the cooks prepared the food and their own lives and hobbies. Interest in the food didn’t take much acting, Rina liked to eat as much as anyone, and while she’d never been much of a home cook she’d worked in food service long enough to know how to keep a conversation about it going. Believable flattery, she knew from long experience, would get you a long way with just about anyone.
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Polly and I have had a good marriage for four years now, although lately she’s been hinting about starting a family. Oh, I want one as well, but I think we must be sure we can afford one. I’m making a decent salary at this stage, but we just bought a house and I’m not sure we can afford for her to quit her job while we have a baby added to the equation yet.
We don’t have any family nearby that might be of any help. I’m not sure what help I expected. I grasped at straws. My folks are divorced. My Mom, believe it or not, married some guy in Denmark. My Dad bagged everything and took what he could from the divorce settlement to buy a party boat in Florida and takes charters or day-trippers out into the Gulf for some big fish.
Both my brother and sister got married and moved out west. Don went to Vegas and Lana and her husband moved to Texas. However Polly’s family, what there is of it, still live nearby. Her father died in Afghanistan doing his time as an activated Reserve Sergeant. That left her mother, Sarah, and her younger sister, Bianca. We had not a lot of help there and none from my side.
*Genre: Horror,Romance,Erotica*
*Note: Yakshas are mystical demonic beings in Indian mythology who are known to possess people and even appear in deceptive forms.*
Aarthi Srinivasan was a young woman in her late 20s who lived in a small village in Tamil Nadu, India. Despite several years of marriage with her husband, Rajesh, Aarthi was unable to bear a child and this was a matter of great tension in her family. So one fine day, when Aarthi did her pregnancy test and found it to be positive, her happiness knew no bounds! Glad with the occasion, Aarthi and Rajesh decided to visit Lord Murugan’s temple in their village to take divine blessings.
After they reached the temple, the priests were already busy doing an exorcism ritual as one of the villagers seem to have been possessed by a yaksha. Upon inquiry, they found that the yaksha in question was very dangerous and had marked their village for causing devastation, he had claimed three lives in the village already. But thankfully, the head priest was competent enough to have conquered the demonic entity and locked him at the pond besides the temple entrance.