collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
*This is my first story and I know my grammar sucks. If anyone out there would be willing to help I will edit with corrections. I’m not much of a writer but this just kind of came to me (no pun intended) after an experience I recently had in Las Vegas with a good friend of mine. Thanks for reading and if you have feedback let me know. If you like it I can write more.*
The smells of fruity femininity and hard masculinity combining in an open room always seemed to cause a rush of desires in some. Today was just like any other, until it wasn’t. The sound of a hair clippers drowning out most of what Natalie was trying to say. “So I know… well I’ve been told, what you do. You know for a living, what you teach I guess.” She stammered out, even through amounts of self tanner and concealer he could tell how much she was blushing.
“Yes?” He smiled at her, it was a turn on making her dance around the question and forcing her to ask him.
She bounced back and forth, her blonde hair swaying around her face. Blue eyes looking into his. “Well you see.” A pause as she bit her lip. “I was wondering if you could maybe teach me? I mean if you have room.”
He looked her in the eyes waiting, after a moment passed he replied. “I’ll have to think about it and see.” The look of excitement and disappointment that crossed her face was palpable. The remainder of the haircut when as normal but with less conversation. Natalie lead him to the back room where she washed his hair and did her normal neck massage. Unlike normal he was the only customer back there today. “Why?”
Im currently working in a different town from my hometown, about 300 km away. Naturally, over time, I grew bored and decided that now was the best time to try my Luck at Tinder. Finally, at just about a month left before my contract here runs out, I found somebody who was up for a short term FWB Situation.
After two successful Dates we agreed to hang out at her place on Saturday. I’ll spare you the Details of what we did until it came down to fucking, but lets just say some alcohol and alot of talking was involved.
I am honestly not that much of a looker, 5’6, slight chub, generous amounts of groomed chest hair, short dark blonde hair that has a propensity for curling up when sweaty or growing too long and blue-grey eyes. I would consider myself simply an average guy, but I have gotten compliments in the past for being a cushy cuddly guy, so I have that going for me.
This is my life now
CH 4 – First night with Greg
I entered my apartment, dropped the bags beside the doorway and leaned against the closed door. My mind raced through my last couple hours with Greg over and over again. I felt like I was on cloud nine. I sat down on my couch and checked my phone, there were nearly a dozen messages from Beth asking if Greg had found me. I told her he had and gave her the rough details of our chat. She told me it was her idea for him to leave early and pick me up, an opportunity he apparently leapt on. I told her about giving him my number and about the kiss. She wanted every little detail and I told her, even though there wasn’t much. We had talked about our sex and dating lives in the past, but never quite like this. Eventually our conversation died down and I laid down in my bed, holding my pillow, trying to imagine what it would be like to be with a guy as a girl. I was nervous, excited, scared, and full of anticipation all at the same time. It was like Jim’s mind and Claire’s body were in conflict. I also realized I had started thinking of this female form as Claire’s body and no longer Jill’s.
When I met Jade in college, I never could’ve fathomed I’d be anything but the loving, loyal boyfriend. She’s smart, sweet, sassy, very adventurous, and just a little bit slutty. With her, I was left wanting for nothing. I scarcely noticed other women.
Until Jade took me back to her place for the first time.
Since this was my first relationship, and because I was a bit old school about love and sex, it took her almost two months of dating to finally get me back to her place. And when we got there, I saw a face I knew in an instant.
It was Vanessa, the girl I crushed on hard in high school. She was Jade’s roommate. And boy was she looking cute as ever in her modest own jeans-and-a-hoodie type of way.
Cute as she was, however, I was now a taken man. I had lofty boyfriendly standards to uphold, regardless of what that little twinge of worry inside of me might say. And besides, it had taken me two months to get this far with Jade; no way was I ever actually going to do something with Vanessa, especially since I had never had the balls to ask her out in high school.
Hello! It’s kinkyleejellybean here again, and let me just tell you, I love this forum lol thank you Z, for introducing me to it.
I am currently in a trance of just being fucked marvelously. Currently sitting in room 304, just in a serene sense of way.
I met M, on here! He messaged me saying he loved what he read and offered more.
Not to be bombastic, but I got A LOT of messages, and I really didn’t reply to much.
Now let me make it clear, I’m not responding to every guy who offered to eat my pussy, and fucking every guy who does respond to me. Also, not doing this just so I can type up something,I share because I really don’t have any other outlet.
Getting off track here, lol. So I responded to M’s message, told him to get snapchat because that’s the only way I’ll exchange pictures. He does, and we get to talking.
Foggy Bottom Doggy Bottom Success
I was surprised that there are so many married couples in Washington DC with dead bedrooms so I found a married couple who wanted to reignite their sexual relationship with me and my kinks! I felt like a slutty therapist! S(husband) and Y(wife) reached out and were very eager to save their marriage! I’m a Domme so it turns me on to see people submit to my demands quickly without question. I told him to put on a pair of his wife’s panties to show me he was committed to doing whatever I requested. I told the wife to not wear any panties to our afternoon meet and greet. I don’t trust people who can’t follow simple vetting directions!
We first met at the Rye Bar for cocktails to feel each other out. They talked about their private issues and how they were willing to do anything to break their dead bedroom funk. We exchanged blood work to make sure we were clean because safety first! After we got loosened up from our first round, I asked him to flash me what undies he was wearing under his suit as this is my vetting process to know you really want to obey me. It was a hot pink color that contrasted his chocolate abs. Y flashed her pussy and I knew this was the right couple for me.
This post is about Molly, the sexy Latina boardgamer I had an ongoing fuckbuddy relationship with a couple years ago. Actually it covers our first three encounters. Also, I do not actually play board games and can’t bring myself to make game-sex puns. But you’re welcome to do so in comments! Make me laugh, I dare you.
At the time of this I was 28, 6-ft, 195 lbs. Gym-goer, with brown hair, green eyes. Married but hypersexual and at this point probably hadn’t had sex in three months.
Don’t like the word “bull”, but I love fucking other fellas’ SO’s and after doing that a couple times and posting about it, I met a single redditor down for a second fuckbuddy. That’s right, this sly gal already had one dick on call, but was insatiable enough to need another.
Molly responded to a dirtyr4r post I made with her kik and a description of herself: 26, 5’2, 140, works out often, is in good shape. Long, dark brown hair. I’m awful at translating stats into a mental image, but what I was picturing (cute as it was) was nothing compared to what Molly is in person. First of all, I had no idea how tiny 5’2 really was. It’s throw-her-over-your-shoulder tiny.
Hey all. I really appreciate the positive response and upvotes from the last chapters! Feel free to leave a comment and let me know what you think.
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*Italy*. He took me to fucking Italy. Not some spring break beach, or a resort in Mexico, fucking Italy. I think he had told me that he wanted to go somewhere warm just to throw me off a bit. Still, it was an amazing time, and he did buy me enough clothes that I had to buy a second suitcase to bring everything back in. So I didn’t really get cold, even when we did get to the northern climates.
I was excited and nervous, having never been on a plane before let alone over an entire ocean. That part was scary. Of course, we didn’t just fly, we flew in style. He chartered a plane, so that it was just us. No having to wait in lines, or get your ticket from the attendant. No sitting in terminals waiting for connections, or getting bumped off of a flight. Just walk out onto the runway, get into a private cabin, and take off. Of course, that afforded us some privacy, and as you probably guessed, I joined the mile high club on the eight hour long flight there.
What is it about the forbidden that makes it so desirable? I wanted you. For months I wanted you. But you worked for me. I was your boss. It was forbidden. And yet, the desire was insatiable. It started with flirtatious messages. You would blush and look away every time our eyes met. When you sent me the first nude image I was immediately engulfed by a fiery passion to have you. I memorized every curve of your body in that picture. Your nipples so pink. So deliciously enticing. Your body displayed as a sculptured fantasy. An inspiration for artists. A fantasy for those who seek pleasure and beauty. I wanted you. But would I ever have you?
Our conversation grew. My desire intensified. I had to have you. To have control over you in a way I’d always wanted and imagined.
You were wearing a black and white blouse with form-fitting black pants. Your ass always looked amazing in those pants. All day, I was aroused by your beauty. Then the opportunity came. The office closed. Everyone left. Except for you and I.