collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Hey folks, just wanted to let you know of a great story archive I found a few years ago.
www.Nifty.org
Thousands of stories from the romantic to the depraved.
It’s predominantly a LGBT archive but there are are plenty of straight stories in the bisexual catalogue.
Enjoy.
I wanted to dress sexy today. I wanted to feel as though I had a big date to look forward to, even if it was only with myself. After so many rough weeks, I woke up feeling amazing. It might have to do with the fact I crawled under my blankets last night after trembling and gushing and melting on my bedroom floor.
It might also be that I’m ovulating, and my thoughts were dripping with lust and want and need. I wanted to be noticed. My outfit consisted of a soft white button-down that’s thick enough to disguise my lack of a bra, my tightest pair of black pants to keep my butt-plug snug, and knee-high burgundy boots that always made me feel exceptionally naughty. And the peachy fragrance I only kept for special occasions.
You might have caught me on the train today. Sitting quietly and pretending to read a book, pretending I didn’t have a plug up my ass and wasn’t mentally undressing every other passenger. Undoing their buttons and yanking down their underwear until I found what I wanted. Salivating at the thought of big hard cocks throbbing in some tall guy’s slacks. Heart aching as I imagined burying my face in another girl’s needs.
I wanted to dress sexy today. I wanted to feel as though I had a big date to look forward to, even if it was only with myself. After so many rough weeks, I woke up feeling amazing. It might have to do with the fact I crawled under my blankets last night after trembling and gushing and melting on my bedroom floor.
It might also be that I’m ovulating, and my thoughts were dripping with lust and want and need. I wanted to be noticed. My outfit consisted of a soft white button-down that’s thick enough to disguise my lack of a bra, my tightest pair of black pants to keep my butt-plug snug, and knee-high burgundy boots that always made me feel exceptionally naughty. And the peachy fragrance I only kept for special occasions.
You might have caught me on the train today. Sitting quietly and pretending to read a book, pretending I didn’t have a plug up my ass and wasn’t mentally undressing every other passenger. Undoing their buttons and yanking down their underwear until I found what I wanted. Salivating at the thought of big hard cocks throbbing in some tall guy’s slacks. Heart aching as I imagined burying my face in another girl’s needs.
swollen chapter 2
I’m shaking. I sit on Elliot’s bed, sprawled out with my huge belly extended to the sky. I look at it frightfully. Round and white and throbbing occasionally. You know, that jerking kind of muscle throb? Yeah, that’s gotta be all this is. It’s just… it’s just food. But. It’s gotten so much bigger overnight. I try to ground myself. I know this can happen after too much eating and drinking, especially when you binge. Especially when you have such rough engaging sex the night prior. I keep reminding myself: it’s just food, it’s just food, it’s just food. My belly finally stops jerking around, but it’s still swollen and hard-soft to the touch. I sit up again. Ok… it’s over. I put pull my pants over the bulge and see if it’s still noticeable. It is.
God, the tightness is getting bad. My skin still has a thick layer of fat over it to cover this huge circle. So when I sit up the fat spills over it and covers most of the mysterious swelling. At least I can hide it with a shirt. Mines too small, so I grab a sweatshirt from Elliott’s closet.
Friday, 5:28pm. I think that was roughly the time I logged onto my computer. I had to dig quiet a bit, but then I found the folder. “A-2019”, I had named it. I think I have around 40 pictures of Alexis fully naked. There were a few videos too, some of her sucking my cock and one of me covering her breast full of cum.
I still jerk off to her pictures, and I’m sure she knows this. I’ve told her a few times that I save whatever pictures she sends me because her breast are just so perfect. I had planned to jerk off today, but I don’t think that would have been enough. I texted her.
“Hey Alexis, it’s Devon, I’m not sure if you still have my phone number saved, whats up?”
She must have been at work because it took an hour or so to get a response, but eventually she texted back.
“Hey, I’m a little busy right now, but I can call you around 9pm if you’d like to talk.” I told her that’d be fine.
So I have posted this story before, but I deleted it. So I decided to tell the story again.
This story happened a few years ago. At the time this happened, I was 24 years old. If you care about details I’m 6’1”, athletic build. My sister in law is 5’5” Latina, her body type according the anatomy, she has a ectomorph body type. She has nice C cup tits and cute round ass. She was 26 at the time.
I’m a photographer enthusiast and my sister in law is a part time model. It was a slow week day and I wanted to try to test out my new camera that I just bought. I asked my wife if she wanted to go out and take some photos, but wasn’t interested and wanted to stay home. Enthusiastically I hear my sister in law say, “I’m down. I have clothes I want to post to my instagram.”
Jo stroked her hands down the back of her thighs to release some of the sand that had stuck to her moist skin. The perspiration of the morning’s play glued her loose t-shirt to her back, and it hung low over her bikini briefs. Yvette had already moved off down the beach and, after shifting her feet into her sandals, and retrieving their bags, Jo followed.
Yvette was a little shorter and curvier than most of the volleyball players in the tournament, and not as good, she would not have been playing in the tournament at all had Jo’s regular partner not twisted her ankle the previous day.
Jo had imagined herself in the papers the next day, it was not often that she got the opportunity to play in a high profile tournament in her sport, but when Abbie went down injured, the possibility of winning seemed to disappear. Yvette was adequate, but that was it, and without the agility to make up for her lack of height they had been up against it all morning.
Yvette walked on past the practise net and on to the sea, where she knelt, wet her hands and ran them through her blond hair.
Previously,
[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/er3z0v/mf_the_best_movie_date_of_my_life/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/er3z0v/mf_the_best_movie_date_of_my_life/)
**The next development is kind of messy. If you are not into emotional mangles, don’t read further. Normal service would resume in later parts. Tune in then.**
After I returned from Sud’s place, I was riding a two big cumshot wave. I felt light and happy. It was early by my grad school sleep time standards. So I cracked open a cold one and started working. I was getting so close to finishing school. There was so much to look forward to. I was excited!
I was in flow for 2 hours.
When I checked my phone after I was done for the day, it was full of whatsapp notifications. Sud had flooded me with msgs. I had not noticed at all. It was 1 AM so I was contemplating, if I should call her at all. But she was online and the moment she noticed the blue ticks, she sent another text.
Sud: I need to talk.
Me: Ok. What’s up?
Sud: I will call.
The phone vibrated
Me: Hey, what’s up?
Sud: I want to talk to you.
Me: Yes, we are talking.
“Mmm, now take of your bra and let me see those beautiful tits that I love so much.” Mike spoke into the mic on his computer, instructing his lover, Jennifer, of what he wanted her to do on her side of their cam date.
Jennifer started to unclasp her bra, a look of desire spreading across her face. Just as her bra was about to pop off and reveal her milky white breasts, the screen of Mike’s laptop froze and turned black.
“God damn it! This old laptop just isn’t good enough for video chat, I’ve already lost you, I can’t see anything anymore.” Mike sighed.
“Oh, really? I can still see you just fine. Well, I guess this isn’t going to work for us tonight, then.” Jennifer said, the disappointment clear in her voice.
Mike looked down at his throbbing cock, and knew that he couldn’t stand to be away from Jennifer when he was so invested in their sexy night together. He buttoned his pants and stood up to grab his coat, slipping his shoes on quickly as he made his way to the door.
I had been FWB with Kristy for a few weeks now and we had discussed some of our fantasies. One of her fantasies was to be fucked in her office, and another was to be filled up with cum from 2 different guys. She had another FWB who was married and the three of us couldn’t free up our schedules to make this happen within a reasonable time. So the plan was made that I would at least meet her at her office for some fun. Kristy is a chubby short girl with long brown hair, and blue eyes that always looked like she was planning something kinky.
Kristy worked at a bank as one of the management so she had a private office away from where customers usually are. We made the arrangement that i would visit her for advice with hiring and looking over my resume. This was the plan to get me in the building and make everything look official to her colleagues.