collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Hey all, I don’t have a full story to post, but I do have a link to two stories I wrote with the help of someone asking me to get kinkier and kinkier by paragraph. So here is how the stories turned out. I’d like to write more stories if you want.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/3338024/chapters/7300244
http://members.adult-fanfiction.org/profile.php?no=1296953493&view=story&zone=hp
So, waaaay back in 2014 on my 18th birthday, my boyfriend, Justin, coordinated with my parents and surprised me with tickets to Coachella, which is a big deal considering we live on the East Coast. We flew out to LA and met up with friends who were all heading out and were going to be camping. We picked up a used tent and drove out to the fucking desert, which I’d never even seen before, let alone camped in.
Our friends, Kay and Dave, used to live near us in NC and we went to high school together, but they both moved to UCLA together for college. We got on the road in Dave’s SUV early in the morning, coffee’d up and drove out.
It took forever and when we got there they were searching people like crazy, worse than at airports. We got out of the cars, took our gropings like adults, and let them look through our stuff. There were a lot of people around us who had a definite druggy look, and they got searched harder, but I got off with a fairly easy crotch grab and tit poke from an older woman.
For a while a freind with benifits and I would flirt with the idea of consensual non-consensual sex. Eventually after lots of discussion we worked out a scenario and a safeword. She was going to ask me over as just a friend to hang out. No flirting or anything sexual would occur. When I felt the time was right I was going to force myself on her and have my way with her. As she tried to fight me off.
We didnt go into too much detail while planning as we both wanted it to be a surprise for her. What she didnt know is I had plans of my own. My plan was to hang out with her and act like I couldnt bring myself to do it and leave. I would then wait a few min, circle back, break in and do a hone invasion type instead. (Previously this was a scenario we discussed and she was cool with. I opted not to go that route incase the neighbors saw a guy breaking in and called the cops.)
It was *so* easy. The hard part was timing the move but after that it was a cinch.
Sam sat in the passenger seat of the minivan and waited. He saw a good one and yes, she was coming his way! *Careful now*, he reminded himself, *timing is everything. Wait … wait … now!*
Sam opened the door slowly and struggled a bit to get out of the van. When he reached the back he put a hand on the hatch to steady himself and then looked up, as if searching for someone off in the distance. *Yep, the coast is clear* he thought as he smiled brightly and waved to his imaginary friend. He opened the hatch and ducked in to arrange his packages. *Wait … wait … now!*
As a package slipped out of the back the old fellow was a little slow to react. Naturally the target was distracted and started to reach down to help the old man. That made it even easier because her momentum helped Sam shove her in the back as he injected her. The ketamine acted fast. She cried out softly but didn’t scream. Sam doubted she even noticed the rear seat had been removed and was sure she didn’t see him toss the white haired wig in with her.
I wrote this story in two POVs, right now you’re reading the male/dom one. Link to the female/sub version will be in the comments.
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Disclaimer: I don’t condone violence against sex workers.
All characters are 18+
Enjoy!
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It’s my first time walking through this part of town: there are prostitutes dancing behind windows everywhere. It’s not like I came here for that, I get plenty of attention from “real girls” (at least, now I do), but my new friend lives around here and we’ve decided to hang out tonight. I make my way through the street, enjoying the view of attractive half-naked women, when suddenly, I see a familiar face. I walk closer to her window, trying to have a name pop up in my head. Wait, is that? Hah, no it couldn’t be, right? I smirk and wave at her. She doesn’t seem to recognize me. Hm, reasonable prices. I decide to text my friend I’ll be a little later.
This girl, Susie, used to bully and torment me relentlessly. Maybe she doesn’t recognize me because I’ve lost a lot of weight, she used to bully me because I was fat. Anyways, it looks like I’ll get my revenge today.
I wrote this story in two POVs, right now you’re reading the female/sub one. Link to the male/dom version will be in the comments.
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Disclaimer: I don’t condone violence against sex workers.
All characters are 18+
Enjoy!
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Tonight is just another night of being a sex worker. It’s easy money, honestly. Nothing exciting ever happens, though. I dance seductively behind the window, there are people walking on the other side. Most of them look at me, some of them are with their girlfriends. Whenever a man who’s holding hands with a girl, looks at me, I yell “I can fuck you better than your girlfriend!~”, which is true, ofcourse. The girlfriend usually ends up getting mad at the boyfriend. Oh, how I love a bit of competition. But the boyfriend never comes to me for a night. I guess that’s because of “love”.
# I had originally posted this on another sub but think it’s probably more appropriate here. I suck at the internet because I’m old. Hope you enjoy.
It was ridiculously hot for an April afternoon. The sun was shining directly into the window of my office where I sat finishing up on some documents for a loan I was processing for a local landscaping business. It was around four p.m. on a Friday afternoon and the bank I worked in downtown was dead quiet and still. The calm before the storm of workers coming to cash their company checks. The spring had just entered full swing, though the temperature outside was so high that you could have convinced me that it was already late June. We had broken 80 yesterday and in North Carolina there is no such thing as a dry heat. The humidity is the absolute worst part of living down here.
2 AM.
Staring at the ceiling, on my bed. The sleep just won’t come.
Hours earlier, my husband, Danny, had come home exhausted once again. I cuddled with him on the sofa after preparing his favourite meal. I recorded a romantic movie to get both of us in the mood.
It has been more than a month since he pleasured me, I was really looking forward to it tonight.
Alas, his reply remained the same as it was since weeks ago: “I’m burned, honey. Not tonight.”
I forced a smile, he cupped my cheek and pecked me lightly. We climbed onto the bed and he was asleep within moments, while I continue to ponder on what is becoming of my marriage.
*Thud…* A soft one.
The sound almost made me jump, from outside. Danny was oblivious to it all, his dreams far too sweet.
*Tap…tap…tap*
Am I dreaming or are those footsteps I’m hearing? Is somebody… inside our house?
Slowly, I pulled the door open and took a peek.
A pair of dark eyes stared back at me. A face fully covered in a maroon balaclava.
It was ridiculously hot for an April afternoon. The sun was shining directly into the window of my office where I sat finishing up on some documents for a loan I was processing for a local landscaping business. It was around four p.m. on a Friday afternoon and the bank I worked in downtown was dead quiet and still. The calm before the storm of workers coming to cash their company checks. The spring had just entered full swing, though the temperature outside was so high that you could have convinced me that it was already late June. We had broken 80 yesterday and in North Carolina there is no such thing as a dry heat. The humidity is the absolute worst part of living down here.
Whatever Lisa had spiked her wine with had almost totally worn off now. With a horrified look on her face she glanced at Lisa, who was standing beside the bed , her lips trembling. She heard Earl say, “Lisa, why don’t you lie down beside Vicki and turn on the TV, and show her our little video. Confused, Vicki looked again at Lisa, who without hesitation was doing as her father in law instructed. The screen flickered to life and the first thing she saw was Lisa, her head between Vicki’s legs, hands keeping them spread apart. The camera cut to Vicki’s face, a look of ecstasy, or disgust filling the screen, it was really hard to tell which. The scene continued, showing Lisa lapping eagerly at Vicki’s pussy, then the sounds of her building orgasm filled the room. The entire episode that had taken place when she was drugged played out before them. It was impossible to tell that she wasn’t enjoying every minute of it. She continued to watch, as every moment they had been together, alone in the room spilled from the screen, right up to the shower from just moment ago, edited to look like they were both in ecstasy.