collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Me and my friend, Jess are really close ever since high school. We’ve never crossed that line tho. I’m okay with that too. I don’t hold a flame for her. She is attractive as fuck though, objectively. She is slender, D cup, tight ass, long brown hair, amazing stomach, long legs.
We got together one night and went out drinking to catch up. One beer led to another, and soon led to some party drugs. We ended up coming back to my apartment and hanging out. Still doing lines and drinking.
By Bella Moretti Alexandria (Here’s lookin at you kid;)
Vi was bored that night. The ancient looking gentlemen’s club had existed since the days of slavery, though any racist portraiture had long since been taken down from the walls. She sat in a long room panelled with tropical hardwood and carpeted in dark green. Finely carved chairs and tables were placed about the room but no one was talking.
Vi sat in a group of infinitely uninteresting men and smiled and nodded while she did her mental accounting. In truth she owned the club and did not have to hang out with these dullards. It was also true that she was the main reason these rich and stupid men kept on coming to the club and paying their high membership fees. Whiskey and luxurious privacy were universal but a well educated and proportioned geisha like Vi was hard to find.
The first time I met my soon-to-be new boss, Staci, I was in a pissy mood…see my employer was making some layoffs and reorganizing some departments. I had been holding down a really sweet, laid-back position for a couple of years, and they were pulling me off that to work with this new woman who sounded like an uptight stick in the mud. We did not really embrace a traditionally “corporate” culture around the company, and Staci just exuded corporate…ness. I figured this transition was really going to suck.
All that being said, the first time I actually met Staci in person, I was surprised by how attractive she was. She was in her early 30s, and looked like she was in pretty good shape. She had shoulder length golden blonde hair, bright green eyes, and a milky white pale skin tone that, over time, I found myself very attracted to. Throughout our time working together, whenever I was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her breasts it always seemed like they were deceptively big. Maybe it was just the general professionalism of her attire…I really don’t know how she hid them so well. I didn’t get a peek very often, but over time I began to savor it whenever I did. She had this cute little freckle on the inside curvature of one of them that I would always try and spot on those lucky days.
I posted this on r/eroticliterature, hope it isn’t against the rules to post it here too.
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This story is based on an actual experience I had a few years ago on a late night London tube train. The story is entirely true up until the point of physical contact. After that, it’s just fantasy.
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I was waiting for the last underground train, headed home from a work party. I was very tired and quite drunk, I just wanted to get home as fast as possible. The train arrived, and I entered. The carriage was almost empty, save for three loud drunk girls.
As I walked past them, I couldn’t help but notice that one of them had very large breasts with a very deep, exposed cleavage. Being a man, it caught my eye and I involuntarily glanced at them for a split second. As this happened, I saw that she had a wide grin on her face, looking straight at me, her two friends started giggling, and they said something like “He likes your tits!”.
My second year of graduate school saw me with a new job as a tutor to undergraduate students. It was a painfully easy job that paid fairly decently for the amount of time that it took out of my day and I loved it. The tutor space was quiet and I was able to get a substantial amount of reading and research done in between my appointments so it was the perfect job for me during that time.
When I first started I made myself a sacred vow that I wouldn’t fuck any of the students I tutored. There weren’t necessarily any hard written rules about this but it was certainly frowned on and considered unprofessional (for good reason). I felt it would complicate a perfectly good job and I reasoned with myself that I had plenty of other opportunities to try and see women recreationally that didn’t involve me teaching out of a textbook beforehand.
I stayed pretty steadfast on this issue until a student walked into the tutoring office with easily the largest breasts I have ever personally seen. She was wearing a tank top that had them on full display, and I knew I was completely done for when she looked around at all the other tutors in the office and then bypassed them to come talk to me despite being furthest away from her.
Craigslist casual encounters have become sort of an inside joke over the years.
*Isn’t that how people get stabbed?*
Until recently, I’d never met anyone from the site. But I figured if someone can find the Declaration of Independence at a garage sale, surely there must be some attractive people on there, right?
One Saturday night, bored and horny, I decided to browse the listings. A quick search of the F4M section confirmed my initial suspicion. Every post was either a hooker, bot, or catfish. Figuring attractive single women would opt for a dating app over Craigslist, I switched to the MF4M section. After browsing a few ads in the Los Angeles area, I came across one that seemed promising.
The couple was seeking a single male to join them. The boyfriend enjoyed watching men with his girlfriend but also wanted someone comfortable enough to allow him to participate.
*Finally a job I’m qualified for.*
The only photo attached to the post was of the girlfriend on elbows and knees, in a hot pink bikini, face obscured by wavy, blonde hair. I did a quick reverse image search to make sure the photo hadn’t been stolen from another site. No hits. Good sign.
*First, a few disclaimers. There is no actual sex in this story, but it’s still one of the hottest memories I have. Also, this involves me and a married guy, so if you’re against cheating and homewrecking sluts, then you should probably not read this. I’m sure I’m still going to get a lot of “homewrecker” comments, but at least I warned you :)*
I used to work in a 24-hour call center and worked the swing shift usually finishing my shift around midnight. Most of the people that worked there were pretty young; early to mid-twenties, and it was a very incestuous atmosphere. It seemed like everybody had hooked up with everybody in that office. Admittedly, I did hook up with a few guys my first year there, but I didn’t want to be part of that crowd anymore and I started to hang out with the slightly older folks. Among them, was Thomas; a 42 year old white guy that was smart, funny, but oddly shy. He was handsome but not in a very obvious way. He was charming without knowing it and always polite to everyone.
The Shed (not a true story)
It all started when I came home from school early. My parents were away for the weekend. As I opened the door quietly, I heard a strange slapping noise coming from the living room. I walked in amd came across my older brother (19) masturbating to porn with the volume off. Before I go any further, my brother brother was arrested for rape a couple years ago so i’ve always been kind of careful around him. When he saw me, he hurriedly shut of the TV with a blush on his face. He walked over and dragged me by my hair to the couch. I should probably describe us at this point. I’m 14 but short for my age, which puts me at about 5’3” with blonde hair. I was wearingshort spandex shorts, a grey t-shirt, tall socks, and Converse. My brother is big for his age and wears sweatpants and a t shirt. From reading his case file, i had learned that my brother was incredibly dominant, so I was terrified. He dragged me out to the shed in the backyard. Once we were inside, he pinned me up against a wall and kissed me. The movement was so unexpected that it took me a minute to come to my senses and try to push him away. He grabbed my wrists and tied me up. At this point i was screaming loudly, so he duct taped my mouth. He untied and tied me spread eagled on the work bench and took out a large knife. He leered down as he loomed over me. As I struggled against the rope, he gently pushed the knife against my belly button. He cut my shirt open, exposing my pale stomach and black lace bralette. He licked his lips and cut the rest of my shirt off. He slowly unbuttoned my shorts with a smile, exposing my pink panties. I writhed in an effort to close my legs, but it was no use. Once my shorts were off, he cut off my bralette, exposing my small breasts. As I tried to scream through the tape, he pulled off my panties. He smiled again and pulled out his cock. Despite being a virgin, i felt myself grow wet at the sight of his big shaft. He ripped off the tape, but before I could scream, he shoved it in my mouth. It felt like my jaw would split in two. He thrust in and out while massaging my breasts. After a while he took it out and laid it on my chest, then pushed my breasts together and began to titfuck me. As he slid back and forth, he rubbed my clit softly, causing me to moan despite myself. He grew bored of my boobs and slid himself around so he was fully on top of me. As he lowered his cock into my mouth, he bent down to lick between my legs. As his tongue brushed my hymen, i thought i was going to die. He noriced my reaction and licked harder. Eventually he pulled out and stood up. I knew what was coming and tried to close my legs. Hr untied them and held apart my legs by my shoes. After positioning his cock at my hole, he thrust forward. The pain was so intense and I thought I felt my hymen tear apart. He lowered a forearm amd began to choke me as he thrust. His other hand drifted down to my asshole. Ass he stuck andinger in, I came all over his dick with a moan. He pulled out and jammed his fat shaft into my tight little asshole. As he penetrated me, I felt my crotch tighten with another orgasm. He pulled out and shot his load all over my face. —
This story is based on an actual experience I had a few years ago on a late night London tube train. The story is entirely true up until the point of physical contact. After that, it’s just fantasy.
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I was waiting for the last underground train, headed home from a work party. I was very tired and quite drunk, I just wanted to get home as fast as possible. The train arrived, and I entered. The carriage was almost empty, save for three loud drunk girls.
As I walked past them, I couldn’t help but notice that one of them had very large breasts with a very deep, exposed cleavage. Being a man, it caught my eye and I involuntarily glanced at them for a split second. As this happened, I saw that she had a wide grin on her face, looking straight at me, her two friends started giggling, and they said something like “He likes your tits!”.
7/1/17
Sometimes, I wish I were a lesbian. It would make my life very simple. Sometimes, the right boy who comes along will fuck your life all the way up, and you know it. You know what they want, and you know what they’ll do and say to get it. Just, sometimes, on the right day, you want the same.
Like Mark, my little sacrificial virgin. Nothing little about him, actually. Fit guy, caramel skin, ten million dollar smile. I didn’t believe him when he told me that he was a virgin. He said he was a late bloomer.
I met him at a freshman party I was misled into, and he was the first person there to not make me feel gross and ancient. He looked like he was just excited to actually be talking with a girl. He was very bad at being smooth. Adorably so. I mean, I can’t fault the guy for being passionate about political science. I just wasn’t sure how to tell him, “Hey. It’s okay. You’ve already made it into my pants,” without coming off as a slut.