(This is just one chapter in a longer story. For character background and storylines, please check out earlier chapters. I hope you enjoy.) * I stuffed my shirttail back into my pants and carefully zipped up my trousers over my semi erect cock. Cinching up my belt, I sat back down into my leather chair while my mind tried to grasp what I had just done. I...
"So why don't you just have sex without first giving oral sex?" "You know, that's a really obvious solution, but it isn't that easy." Miranda and Joe were meeting again the next day. Joe's research hadn't produced much, and his collection of books didn't take long to go through, so he was trying to get some more leads. "Whenever I'm, you know, getting ho...
Mary Cummington did not want to give blowjobs to anyone. She and her boyfriend, Dick Cramden, just exchanged goodbyes over the phone early that night. She was too busy to see him and just was not in the mood to be with anyone that evening. That cold winter evening, she sat at her hard-wooden desk reading this month's issue of Feminism in America Magazine. Sh...
It's been over two weeks now since I've published a new story. Not for lack of effort of course. I've sat down in exactly this spot at least once a day, but the words just simply aren't coming. Who knew that writing semi-fictional stories about sex could somehow be unmotivating? Sure, I keep scrolling through a dozen different partly written stories, lookin...
Inspired by a story from Sebastian My wife was out of town for a few weeks recently and I was getting no sex whatsoever. I tried to restrain myself but on one particularly horny night I figured I would go out to a bar as a distraction if nothing else. I dressed in slacks and a long-sleeve shirt, and strolled down to a new bar that opened up not far from my...
Katrin Olsson was torn from her sleep abruptly by city bus hydraulics just outside her second floor apartment window every morning without fail. Although she had an early meeting with her new business partner, her recent acquisition of a joint apartment and office rental allowed her to slip out of bed at a comfortable hour and walk right downstairs to her of...
Dijon sat comfortably in one of the two wing backed chairs in front of the desk. She had one knee crossed over the other, her short skirt showing several miles of her famous long legs. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair and she kept tensing and pulling with her arms. She was nervous for some reason and it showed. Her five person entourage was waiting...
You walk through the hallway between classes, still tired from waking up early and late night cramming for a test, lost in your own thoughts until— “SNAP OUT OF IT!”. Your best friend Mary looks at you worried, “are you still thinking about the ex?”. “No”, you quickly shout, “I’m over him now and besides I’m taking your advice from now on I’m gonna be a bitc...
Was she wearing knickers? I couldn't help but wonder as I watched my secretary, Carol, bend over to retrieve a file. It could be a g-string I thought. Yes, that was the most likely option. For some reason my wife had been a bit on the jealous side when I told her about my new secretary. 18 years old and fresh out of school, long blonde hair and glowing blu...
Another day, another slew of bullshit meetings. His final one was just wrapping up, late as usual. As his co-workers were closing their notes and capping their pens, he was the first to rise and head to the door, trying not to let his feelings show. And he was mostly okay at that, but there is one girl who knows him more than all others. She could spot the c...