collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
[I like writing short stories from time to time. My grammar isn’t the best but hopefully people still enjoy reading it.]
It’s a day until our next date. I can’t wait, the anticipation is killing waiting for the fateful hour for me to go and pick you up and begin. I kill time by watching some tv, texting you seeing how everything is going for you today and playing on my computer.
With everything done and ready I head over to pick you up.
**Author note: Oof didn’t mean to take this long.**
Tom sat at the bar, head down, drink in his hand. He was asleep. The sun shone through the widows, and townspeople shifted around him. Most assumed he was a drunk, or a drifter from his dirty clothes and sullied boots. No use bothering one of those. Plenty of drunks wandered out into the wasteland never to be seen again. Tom had taken one sip of ‘whiskey’ before falling asleep.
Someone kicked his stool, waking him with a start. He was exhausted, both from running for his life last night and dodging raider crews in the dark with a half-naked Alli. Tom looked around to see a big meathead of a man staring down at him. He must have been twice as wide as Tom, bulging with muscles and wearing a wide brimmed brown hat. Nice hat.
“What do you want?” Tom grumbled, still groggy from his short nap.
“Don’t need some drunk in my seat.” Meathead grunted.
“Your seat?”
“Mine.”
“Oh yeah, well where’s your name on it?” Tom sneered. Meathead ushered him to sit up, which he obliged only to find a crude name carved in with a knife: TIM.
This is one of my first stories I ever posted. Not here, but when I did it on Instagram. So any of you Instagram spill-overs, you might remember this. Plus, I remember all your fine asses. You do know you can show that ass on here, right? Anyway, I’m sorry. I hope you like this.
“Anal in the city”
A few years ago, I was in the city, hitting all the nightclubs, with a buddy of mine. Well, we went from one bar to the next, and it was kind of an ongoing joke because we saw these two girls at three different places during the night. Like they were following us. So, after the “third” hello of the night I decided to break the ice and go and talk to them.
I was more into the petite, 5’3”ish blonde, than the tall brunette. She also seemed to have a “I could love this girl” look to her. So, we were talking about the band and how they suck, and I yelled out “PLAY FREEBIRD” which naturally gave our table dirty looks from all the band followers. We decided to leave. The girls lived together in an apartment in the city. My buddy was already making out with his girl, but I wanted to take it slow with mine. Her name was Anissa. Mine, is Thomas.
We check-in to our hotel room and find our room on the 27th floor. We carefully unpack silently while sizing up the kind bed, the slots in the headboard (perfect for restraints), and the uncovered floor to ceiling windows overlooking NYC. It’s dusk and while we both enjoy the view we are especially excited about the exposure, our exposure to the world. I hang up my clothes in the closet and set up the sex toys side-by-side on the bedside table. You methodically untie and inspect the rope, running it carefully between your fingers and slowly twisting it in a figure 8. Next you pick up the leather whips one-by-one carefully running your finger over the edges and inspecting them carefully. You flash me a sinister smile and sideways glance when you quickly crack each whip against the table to remind me why we are here. My breath quickens and heart beats faster with each snap of leather against wood. After you inspect each piece you place the toys in the drawer to hide them from the massage therapists who are due in our room shortly.
This is a story about a public sexual encounter I had with a friend’s fiancee (more like acquaintance’s fiancee if I’m being honest – I couldn’t help myself with the alliteration in the title) in front of him at his birthday party.
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*Background*: I met Josh in grad school. The class sizes were small and we worked together on a few group projects, and so I got to know him decently well. I think Josh likes the idea of being a guy’s guy, but most would describe him as very effeminate – he is small framed, wears expensive flashy clothing, and speaks with a nasally, gay lisp. Many of my gay peers jokingly expressed relief that there was someone ‘gayer and more flamboyant’ than them in our class. Josh was extremely sensitive about his masculinity and sexuality, though, often giving knee-jerk reactions to any jokes that might even insinuate he is gay, and talking about sex and women (reminiscent of scenes from The 40-Year-Old Virgin) or about cars and hanging with his frat bros. I don’t want to get too far into armchair psychology, but it really seemed like an unfortunate case of bad case of repression and a lack of self-acceptance.
Ok, so this happened at te tail end of high school. I think it was in the week that preceded graduation. I was 18 at the time. Since school had just ended everyone was out and about on vacation or off doing new things. That left me kind of stranded for the first week of summer. The area I lived in was a quiet sleepy suburb. Everything one needed was available in the local area. There were also a variety parks and wild trails all around, along with streams and creeks to hang out in. So it was on one of those sleepy nights, a Friday night around 9:30-10, and I was in need of some good company. It had been a very boring week and I was growing restless, so I decided to sneak out and take a late night walk around the neighborhood. So I filled up my flask with some cheap whisky i found in my sock drawer and went out the window.
I went to visit the coast of Croatia few years ago to have a holiday/visit my son who was living out there. I stayed for a couple of days and spent time with him in the evenings but during the days I had time to myself, so I booked kayaking/cliff jumping excursion. I didn’t have any intentions this time, I genuinely just wanted to go kayaking.
I arrived at the excursion centre and there was a man waiting for me, who was my guide. He was very small, I was even taller than him! He was also quite old, he must’ve been in his 50’s (I was in my early 40’s at the time). He began explaining to me the process of what was going to happen, and I noticed he had a strong Australian accent, which I immediately loved. He told me we were going to kayak to a cliff, that was about 8 meters high and jump off a few times and kayak back. I’ve always been a bit of an adrenaline junkie, so it was right up my street.
Part 6 – No Regrets.
This next part doesn’t involve Lauren and I, but it happened the night Lauren went home – so I’m going to post it considering I’ve had so many messages asking about Ria… this is the last one in this “story” – I have many more with Ria, so if you enjoy this one let me know and I’ll post more :) hope you enjoy!
I think I should probably explain a little bit of a back story between me and Ria. I’ve been friends with her for the last 4 years. We both started at the company on the same day – and we have been friends ever since.
Ria is 25F, 5’6 and she’s very slim. She has deep brown eyes and shoulder length brown hair. She has a lot of tattoos and in a nutshell, she’s fucking hot.
We have A LOT of chemistry between us. We always have done – I was with Mia at the time that we met so nothing ever happened (loyal girlfriend right here) but there was definitely SOMETHING there. There have been times when we’ve almost kissed but I could never do that to Mia. I definitely liked Ria – I hid my feelings for a very long time…and tonight was the night they would rise to the surface.
Monthly contest resubmit
Lucy and all her old school friends have been trying to organise a night out for the last couple of months, it’s been years since they have all been together as a group and finally got a date set. Fast forward to last Saturday night, Lucy is up in the bedroom getting ready as I get the kids dinner sorted. Once dinner is served I go up the see how Lucy is getting on, I find her sitting on the corner of the bed slipping on a pair of black high heels. She looks amazing wearing her tight black leather jeans, a low cut blouse and a tight green coat. “You’re going to turn a lot of heads tonight” I told her as I walk over to give her a kiss. “They can look all they want, but they can’t touch” she said as she got up and walked towards the door, turning back to add “unless you would want them to” with a sly smirk on her face. I quickly followed her out of the room and gave her a firm smack across her shiny leather ass, she jumps slightly and turns to me. Her hand drops down and runs along my crotch, my cock already semi hard “oh does that turn you on? Other men checking out your sexy wife” she whispers into my ear. My cock grows and she teases me by grabbing my shaft through my jeans, “oh my, it does!” She exclaimed. We have been doing a lot of Hotwife/cuckold roleplaying lately and this was really turning me on, but it was short lived as I could hear one of the kids crying downstairs and had to run to investigate. After being cock blocked by a stolen chicken nugget, Lucy came in to say good bye as her friend was waiting outside. Just before she walked out the door she turned and called back to me “you still ok with the plan?”, I nodded my head in agreement and she vanished out the door with a large smile across her face.
Okay so here’s the continuation of the last story. A month or so has passed, mary and I talk and flirt every day now and we’ve become good friends. After dinner one night sara starts talking about me having sex with mary. ” tell me again how you fucked her” she said. This had become a more common thing lately and her sex drive was through the roof. I recant the story and I can see her panties are getting wet. She grabs my hand and takes me upstairs and fucks my brains out. After she says “call her” I cock my head, ” Mary? Why?”. ” i want you to invite her for dinner tomorrow and you’re gonna cook us both dinner”she stated, i said okay? Any reason why? “You’ll see” she said. So I called “hello?” She said. ” hey sweetheart how are you?” I said. She said better now, and I told her that I wanted her to come over for dinner tomorrow. She said she would be there and we hung up.