I pulled off my socks, untied my yoga pants and let them slip to the floor. My flannel sheets felt cool and soft to my bare legs. I settled in, backing up against my pillows and opening my laptop. My fingers found their places on the keys dutifully after I had cushioned my ears with Enigma in my headphones. I liked how the headphones held my hair out of my f...
The Company’s second quarter net revenue goals were proving to be a much larger challenge than was previously anticipated. The loss of two major accounts had punched a serious hole in the sales figures and the team was scrambling to book enough orders to meet the targets. As you released the team for the day, you were only too aware that you were facing a l...
Or Rather How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love Trolls -... and please pardon any typos. -bluefox07 Okay, so here I am writing a short piece on something that I need to talk about. It's the Fourth of July, 2007 and it is sweltering outside my small 3-bedroom apartment here in Oregon. My children are watching Spongebob Squarepants, eating popcorn and drin...
(This is a continuation of this series, if you don't read part one and two, you probably want understand the setting very well. Also, I always read through these before I post them, but I still miss things. I appreciate constructive criticism about my stories, but grammatical critiques are pointless once this story is posted. I can't change anything. I hope...
"Time to rise and shine sleepy head! We'll be late if we're not careful" mused Greta. It was Monday morning. Sam woke slowly, his eyes gradually adjusted to the cold winter morning sun, he glanced at the bedroom clock and immediately felt sick to his stomach. It was 8.30, in an hour he would be no longer with his beloved wife Greta. He started to reminisce...
Pt. II: Slippery When Wet It had been a week since Monica and I had consummated our secret love, a week filled with acts of unspeakable sexual pleasure. It had nearly killed me, and Mr. Happy was starting to wear from the friction of her pussy and the constant bath of saliva and sweet, vanilla come that Monica had given me. My legs needed a rest and Happy w...
Editing thanks goes to Irish_Indian. This story is for my wonderful husband, Mark and his erotic mind. I will make sure he discovers I have written this and he will realize it is my way of giving him what he enjoys, my naughty talk. I often think back on the spark that started this consuming erotic fire between my husband and I. Even now, as a man that is...
There are advantages and disadvantages to being an electrician. The advantage is all the places I get to work and all of the people that I get to meet. The disadvantage is that friends and neighbors are always trying to get me to do some extra work- usually for free. At this moment it was our elderly neighbor's daughter Samantha- who just "happened" to see...
Blaine lit the first candle of about 10 in the Room. The Room, as it was called, was in the home of his virgin lover-to-be, Evra. But soon that was to change. Tonight, Evra was going to be his lover, no longer a virgin. The candles let out the light scent of vanilla, wafting around the room and creating a seductive atmosphere. Blaine now flicked the lights o...
Saturday: Walter 2:12am: 'Hi John. You don't know me, but Goddess Pam instructed me to text you. If you don't respond within 5 minutes to my texts, I have to report you to Goddess Pam. Regards, Walter.' John 2:16am: 'Hi Walter. I've responded. Now can I go back to sleep? Pam's got me working 8/8 shifts every single day, so I really need to get some sleep....