collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
I have an ass sniffing/licking fetish as well as a thing for convincing a reluctant female with money.
I have only ever found one short story that fits me perfectly. Around 1500 words, I happy to dm the link to the original story so you can have an idea of what exactly am after.
***This story is part of a series, but you can enjoy it on it’s own. Fappy reading! – Vivica***
I sat at my desk doing homework and staring out my bedroom window hoping my boyfriend Mr. Chapman would get home soon. He’d been working a lot lately and as a result we had seen little of each other. As a police officer I knew his schedule was weird and I didn’t want to smother him or anything, but as his girlfriend I worried about the late nights and wanted him to be safe and snuggling with me every night. Living with my parents threw a wrench in that particular fantasy, but I wanted it all the same. It was almost two in the morning when his car pulled into the driveway to his house. I finished writing my notes and packed up my school work for the night to text him.
<Welcome home, handsome. Have time for a quick kiss goodnight?> I texted. I saw his face light up in his car as he pulled out his phone to check the text.
<Why are you still up?> he texted back, getting out of the car and heading into the house. It wasn’t exactly the response I had hoped for.
I leaned against the cool façade of the skyscraper. How long had it been since the glass gleamed with light, and the whole city lighting the sky so that you couldn’t see the stars? Not so long as it felt. My breathing is slow and controlled. Even now, following the breath, the slight bite from the chill spring air is noticeable as the days warmed and softened with moisture.
As her red hair whipped to the side, and her light green eyes passed over me, I knew she wouldn’t see me as she checked her surroundings before entering the building. I knew from experience that my stillness would make me nearly invisible to my prey.
This building would have a generator to supply the building with electricity. Expensive and challenging to keep running, only the barest necessities would be powered. The gang holding this building wasn’t the most powerful, but they were organized and careful.
[Part 1/3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gfbaai/1_the_debauchery_of_an_indian_girl_fm_during/)
[Part 2/3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gfx5tk/2_the_debauchery_of_an_indian_girl_fm_during/)
I woke up on Sunday feeling better down there. The swelling has subsided and so was the soreness. I laid down flat and felt sad that the weekend was already winding down. I had a ton of messages from my roommate asking for any more stories.. I left her at read, and turned over to wrap my hand around Mathew. He was still asleep.
I definitely wanted this arrangement to continue. I want to continue having sex with him. I however, was not ready for a relationship nor want to entertain a discussion on that. I assumed from what Mathew said, that he also was just enjoying the company and not expecting anything more. I was happy with that and pushed that thought to the back of my mind. I wanted to enjoy this day.
*Helloooo! Another one-part fantasy of mine. Enjoy! xox Lena*
Gracie had finally come face to face with the gravity of her mistake underneath the fluorescent white light of the grimy bathroom. She struggled to keep her nerves in check. This didn’t seem like the place to show fear.
She had never liked parties, especially not this one. In some ways, it was similar to others she had attended, albeit briefly: the smell of beer and sweat wormed its way into her nose, terrible music reverberated through every bone in her body, and conversations were loud and slurred as the bar was depleted and the cloud of smoke in the air thickened. She had only come at the insistence of her friend Zoey, who had promised Gracie that this would be more “her scene” than the other parties she was dragged to. And a scene it was. Gracie had not refused, determined to have one positive experience at one of the shitty frats or clubs that Zoey often frequented. But this was most decidedly *not* a normal party.
Hi guys. first time poster here.
Due to the lockdown, my girlfriend and I are looking for ways to spice things up. We found a lot of good stuff in this sub. She then encouraged me to pen down what happened during our most recent trip. This is an excellent way for us to relive the moments, and to share them with you.
The following story took place right before the pandemic hit. Now, we really wonder if there will be a next chapter to this story soon.
Due to the length of the story, I have decided to split it into 2 parts. I’ll link the second part here when it is up. Hope you like the story. Please give us your feedback and comments. Meanwhile, stay safe and enjoy!
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I 29M have been together with Rachel 26F for more than 2 years. Our sex life is great and we kept our bodies in shape as we were into fitness. I am 6 feet tall with a muscular body; Rachel is 5 feet tall with an amazing peachy ass and well-framed B cup boobs. I am into girlfriend sharing and often fantasize about sharing her with other guys. On the other hand, Rachel is a bit of a closet exhibitionist and likes light BDSM. We often share our fantasies with each other by watching porn together, but never did anything beyond that as she is quite shy in nature.
Are real stories allowed on this sub?
I usually don’t have money problems. I work at a bar, and on a good night I get tipped out more than I make in salary, especially if I don’t wear a bra and put on the “ditsy bartender” act. I have pretty big boobs to begin with, and acting slutty all shift is a turn-on… so it’s a win-win. Usually I do just fine. I rent a nice apartment in Providence, overlooking the water, right up the street from work.
But, all of that came to an end in March, when my bar closed on account of COVID-19. And I got screwed out of an unemployment check thanks to a glitch in the paperwork that I still haven’t figured out (I’m a bartender, not an accountant… sue me.)
So I paid my March rent with my last paycheck, and I decided I wouldn’t worry about it. Lockdown couldn’t last more than a couple weeks, right? It was a little boring, but at first it was just an inconvenience. I invested in a nice new glass dildo, I named it Melvin, and I spent *a lot* of quality time with Melvin in April.
*Hi guys, Nina here back with part 6, the* ***final*** *part of my story. The reason I say ‘final’ is because these events just took place recently. Until there is more, or something changes in our lives, there really won’t be much more to tell than what you already know. I may write about some of the other adventures that the boys and I had over the past several months. There have even been requests to learn about how I met my husband and how our relationship and sex life evolved. I am open to doing these down the road, or anything else you guys want to learn about.*
*I also wanted to share a couple of pics with all of you. I hope you enjoy.* ***As always, please don’t forget to upvote and comment to show your girl some love! :)***
***The famous white skirt****:* [*https://imgur.com/iyDVGX0*](https://imgur.com/iyDVGX0)
***My white bikini from Mexico:*** [*https://imgur.com/u1Sqgdh*](https://imgur.com/u1Sqgdh)
***- Nina***
Hey, this is the first story like this that I´ve written and I was told to maybe post it here as I felt pretty confident in it. I know, it´s long but I feel like it belongs together and is hard to cut into smaller parts. Apologies.
This is a one shot for a character of mine from Black Void, a dark fantasy roleplaying game. (there is some magic and other world building that plays a role; for anyone familiar with the system, extra points if you can name my characters´ attributes :) )
I hope you enjoy!
[further tags: bd, ds, 1st, Mdom, mc]
Chamara watched breathlessly as the man rose from the small water-filled basin, limb for limb. It was this sight that had her paralysed, unable to turn her gaze away, forgetting for an instance where she was or how she had fallen to her knees. As he climbed from the small socket, the black scale tattoos on his torso almost seemed to ripple underneath the glistening droplets of water that still clung to his body.
I wanted to write this down before I start forgetting the finer details. The following events happened during the recent 3 day weekend, and I will post it as a 3 part story for you, and for me. This will probably be long, and like a personal journal entry than an erotic poetry. Skip to ***Scene 1*** for the content.
**The prologue.**
I turned 26 on last Thursday, April 30th. Since India is on a lockdown, and we all have been WFH for the past few weeks, there was no big party or celebration of any kind organized for/by my friends. My roommate and I have been exploring new dishes to cook during this isolation period, and she suggested to invite my senior colleague and workout partner for dinner and movies that day. She wanted to try something new and elaborate.