Hello!
This is a story about two people who are inexplicably attracted to each other.
It doesn't play much or at all into genre or gendered tropes, just two people with the hots for each other trying, and failing, to keep it together at the office.
Hope you like it!
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"Let me go, you asshole!" I snarled, trying to turn back.
Behind my back, I heard two boys chuckle. The classroom was half empty, and the professor had his back to the class, drawing a diagram on the board. Whatever little number of students were awake, seemed uninterested, using their cell phones under the table....

20 years later...
Since our first time, I was often thinking of J wondering what he became, how life would have been if he wouldn't have gone back to the US and we would have stayed together... Remembering the intensity of the orgasm he gave me would inevitably lead me to masturbate often touching my hole, fingering it or trying a couple of more sizeable objects up to cucumbers. In the meantime I got married and was having great sex with my wife but this didn't make the memories and my craving for cock v...

You'd kept me up the night before. I wouldn't have it any other way - still, I was exhausted.
Worked for as long as I could, but I had to take a nap. I set my timer for 35 minutes and dozed right off. Little did I know you were coming home earlier today.
You wanted to surprise me - work has been really difficult for me lately. A bunch of flowers, my favourite snacks, movie planned and home early = a surprise you knew I'd love. In lieu of that, you didn't announce your arrival. Quietly heading for the ...

I pressed the doorbell, heart pounding like it knew something my brain hadn't admitted yet. The door swung open almost instantly. Ben stood there and smiling like a man with a secret. Or maybe like a man about to share one.
"Come in," he said like we were already past introductions.
We'd met online, where he posted photos of his wife, Anna. The first picture I saw of her she leaned over the arm of a chair, her hair spilling across her bare chest. Her nipples peeked through like they weren't supposed t...

*this story is a sequel to "Surprises All Around"*
The tall Polish stranger ditched the room after getting his "fill", leaving Lillith tied up and creampied on the bed staring in shock at the sight of Taro rubbing one out in the corner of the room.
A plethora of thoughts and feelings raced through Lil's mind: who fucked me, why did Taro set this up, was that rape, and did I enjoy it?.....

Stephanie, a 25 year old nurse and Jeff, a 27 year old accountant, recently starting chatting on a dating website and they finally made plans to meet up for the first time.
After meeting at a local bar at 7:00 p. m. and exchanging the typical first date awkward conversations, Jeff says, "Why don't we go back to my place and watch a movie."...

Toys
As a male, I am writing this to encourage toy play if you love sex.
If you are like me, you enjoy sex in a variety of ways or you are curious. When I got married a friend gave us a gag gift that had 25 different sex toys in a box. We had a good laugh because, well, it was embarrassing and funny....

Chapter 33: Pains and insults
Oww!"
Whoosh!
"Oww!"
Amari was pinned, face first, against the wall. Sturdy metal manacles kept her limbs in an X shape. With her back left defenceless, Corantin would sporadically lash on it with his whip. Between screams, she had tried to open the conversation multiple times, but Corantin gave her the silent treatment. He was dead set on keeping it that way until her behaviour improved. Still, it felt like she at least understood that her insults and taunts would ...

The First Woman I Wanted to Become
I wasn't supposed to want to be her.
Not in the way I did.
Other girls wanted to be princesses. Actresses. Maybe dancers. Pretty things that glowed and waited to be noticed. They talked about weddings, about being chosen. Their daydreams were filled with horses and gowns and someone arriving to hand them a story....

Kelly made her way to the college auditorium to see the tech demo for the unveiling of a prototype that her favorite professor had been bragging about the small role he had in designing it. Doctor Campbell, her physics professor was always talking about his work in robotics, though some were annoyed he'd spend half of class talking about that instead of the course content, she was fascinated by the field....

(written by Arin, edited and enhanced by Molly)
The clerk dropped off yet another case on my desk and walked away without a word. "Oh goody, another case," I murmured quietly to myself. "I bet this one is duller than dish water." I read a little of it... it was. Dammit, I was coming up on my 25th birthday. I knew I should be grateful that I had a job with this firm, and the perks and salary allowed me to have a good life. But as the low person on the totem pole, I got all the crap cases. And my current p...

Chapter 17
"Ma'am, continuing the subject of more." Aimee called across the spa. "Sylvie will you hop up on the ledge at this corner and Ma'am, you have Bear do the same. Let us see how long he can last watching Aimee's cute bum wiggle as she sucks me silly and you dearest give him a blow job to remember."...

CHAPTER 19: THE WALK OF SHAME
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I was woken at five by the lovely buxom stable girl, Robyn, tipping me out the basket where I'd spent the night. After using her new pony, Sophie had unsaddled him and removed his bridle before ordering him onto the basket and chaining him by the collar to her bed. If he had wanted to play with himself, he'd have struggled with the mitts but, after two days work and two nights of being used as a pony boy, I fell asleep almost immediately....

It's late, almost after midnight. I just picked Daddy up at the local truck stop where his rig will stay and brought him home to the house we share together. He said a quick hello to the dog before walking around the first floor of the house making sure everything is in order. He always does that.
I know he's tired. He's been driving for over ten hours today to get home to me. He usually takes a week or two to be at home at a time but this visit isn't time off, he's just passing by on his way to deliver ...

Hello loyal readers. This story is a little longer than what I have written previously. It started out to be a quick story about a man who wins the lottery and entraps his family into having sex with him. As I was writing, I kept going back and adding more story line to support where my mind was taking me....

Orientation hit like a fire hose at full blast—sessions, tours, and icebreakers inflicted nonstop. The day was basically a hot walk in the sun in between fold-up canopies. Whichever overzealous faculty committee designed this monstrous schedule was either delusional or sociopathic.
In between the constant stream of activities, I slipped back into my dorm to decompress. My roommates were decent enough guys. The three of us squeezed into a tiny room were slowly feeling each other out, although none of us s...

In the previous chapters: My wife and I were teachers in a high school in Washington, DC. One day, when I was exercising at the local health club, I met Lance, a former student of ours. We started talking and later moved to the showers, jacuzzi, and wet sauna. I was impressed by his huge penis and could not stop myself from ogling it. Gradually, after several episodes of visiting the facility at the same time, I became obsessed with his dick, and Lance persuaded me to touch it, then suck it, and eventually ...

In Chapter 1, Lee discovered that the new voice-to-text software on his computer could create "real" people when he described them. He and his wife, Kim each created a fantasy lover, and decided to try it again, the next day.
Lee awoke in the morning with his usual EMHO (early morning hard on). Most mornings he accepted this condition for what it was, his body doing what it did as a natural part of REM sleep cycles. His morning wood usually went away quickly. But this morning was different. He reached do...

Any other cuck find themselves wanting the bulls attention?
For context, my wife and I are both in our early twenties. We opened up our relationship to cuckolding two years ago. We've been with our current bull for the past ten months or so. He is taller than me, with a body that looks like he works out twice a day. His name is Shane but I have been trained to call him, "Sir," "Master," or "Daddy." To my wife, Kimmi, he is "White Master."...

Part 1: The Spark of Curiosity
Heather rose at dawn for her usual yoga class. Before slipping out the door, she paused by the bed and brushed a gentle kiss over her husband Arthur's forehead. He stirred slightly but stayed asleep, a soft smile on his lips.
I love you, she thought warmly, tiptoeing out....

Chapter 13: The Terror of PR-1124984

They were back at the Dome on the Isle of Man.
"It's the same thing, over and over," said Sophie. Her hands moved over the artificial keyboard on her tablet as her eye became glazed once again.
PR-1124984.
PR-1124984.
PR-1124984.
PR-1124984.
"Who is sending these messages, Doctor?" Alanna asked....

This story took place a few years ago. Right near the beginning of covid.
For my girlfriend Rachel and I quarantine had turned our apartment into a pressure cooker. Days bled together, marked mostly by work-from-home deadlines and fucking. Lots of fucking. At least three times a day, sometimes more. Trapped inside, nowhere to go, nothing much else to do. When even that wasn't enough for her, when she got that restless, hungry look in her eyes that I couldn't satisfy anymore, she'd bring out "Michael"....

The Spoon That Shifted Everything
It started with a spoon.
A small thing. Almost invisible in the moment.
I was sitting at the kitchen table, still in my pajamas--cotton pants with a faded cartoon print I was probably too old for. My legs swung beneath the chair, toes brushing the crossbar, not quite long enough to reach the floor....

'This is fucking stupid.' I think to myself as I get off the bus and start walking. 'You ended things with him for a reason. You stopped talking to him for a reason. You aren't that hard up for company. You can turn around now and not be a fucking idiot.'
But my feet continue on their current course headed to the coffee shop where Skye was waiting. Skye, the man I should never have been with. I try to think of the heartache, deception, the fiance he had who wasn't me. Instead I'm thinking about his lips,...

The rest of the world sees you as my protégé. Smart, loyal, dedicated, attending to my every need in the boardroom. The new intern who made good, the young woman in her twenties fresh out of business school who so impressed her superior that she was elevated to his right hand.
Only you and I know the truth....

May.
The air outside was getting warmer with each day passing by. Flowers in the street, in strangers' hands, flowers in the eyes of everyone.
Violet was out of town for the whole week, for work. She had long meetings, lots of people to talk to, she usually finished her day in absolute exhaustion. Only one thing took her mind off work during the day : her texts with Victor....

Andrew tugged at the hem of his t-shirt, trying not to wince as the fabric brushed against his chest. Bangkok heat clung to him like syrup, but it wasn't the weather that had him shifting uncomfortably--it was his damn nipples. Sensitive since puberty, they could stiffen from the lightest breeze, and lately, even the weight of his shirt was too much. It was embarrassing, maddening. Before leaving the airport he stopped at a kiosk to buy some numbing cream. The cashier handed him a complimentary travel pouch...

You haven't been in the gym for a while now. Did you change gyms? On holiday? Hurt?
I still roll in at 5:30am every day, hoping to see you stroll through the doors--shirt gripping your arms, draped over your body, shorts cut mid-thigh and loose. Sometimes I catch glimpses of your boxer briefs.
It's cooling down in the mornings now, so I've swapped my usual yoga shorts for full-length leggings. Today they're electric blue, the outline of my nude lace underwear just visible beneath. I've thrown on a loo...

Admittedly, this is a convoluted story to say the least. It involves me, my girlfriend Shannon, who at twenty-three years old moved away from home for the first time, her longtime friend Laura, and Laura's friend and college roommate Claudine. It covers a summer that was so out of control that I needed a year to fully recuperate. The convoluted and chaotic tales start in March, when Shannon completed her undergraduate degree in southern California and moved to San Francisco three days later. She had lived a...