I was unable to focus on anything all afternoon. I made several trips to the ladies room to appreciate and reminisce over Natalie's photo. On the second visit I had to pee. The flow had just started when I felt one of the balls slipping out of me. I shot a hand between my legs pissing all over my wrist and splashing all over my legs to keep the ball from landing in the toilet.
It's Friday, just after midday, and I am in the lift of my Dom's office building. I have a caesar salad in my bag for him which is ostensibly my motivation for dropping in. Later, we're going away for a long, filthy weekend. A weekend which should have already begun except he was called into work to approve an emergency file. He promised to be back by early afternoon but I'm overcome by giddy anticipation.
Even though it was well past midnight and he hadn't called in two months, Dale knew there was no need to identify himself when her sleep-drugged voice finally answered the telephone.
The first words out of his mouth were unapologetic. "I'm on my way, make yourself ready."
He heard the sharp intake of her breath and smiled to himself, pleased with the sound of shock in her voice. Instantly wide-awake, it was obvious Natsumi not only knew who was calling, but more importantly, why.
This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.
This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.
This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.
Foreword:
This story is about a girl being more or less forced into sexual acts in a public location, despite her having a boyfriend, and her beginning to enjoy them.
I asked a friend for some random Key words (like "public location") and then wrote this story around them.
I am not native to the English language, so there might be some issues, especially with punctuation.
This is a work of fiction and I in no way endorse the behavior of the characters.
Emily had a dull sex life. She was 32 years old, petite, and had shoulder-length brown hair and blue eyes. Her breasts were only a B cup but were still impressive.
She and her husband, Matt, were raised in strict households where sex was considered taboo. They had no kids and plenty of time, but each thought that the other saw sex as "dirty."
Because of the brainwashing and that terrible misunderstanding, Matt and Emily's sex life suffered.
My husband wakes me kissing me with both hands kneading my nipples between his strong fingers. "Good morning, love," he says in a deep throaty voice right next to my ear, "time for your morning spanking."
Obediently, a little wet from his words, I roll over onto his lap with my naked ass in the air, positioned for his right hand to spank me. He starts a bit lightly for my tastes, but he wants to warm me up.
NC-18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story.
This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved.
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Carlie opened the door to the stairwell and started up the stairs. Shame she didn't think to look behind the door.
She made it to the landing outside the door on my floor and had just barely gotten her hand on the handle when an arm suddenly appeared on either side of her shoulders and pressed firmly into the door to keep it from opening.
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Paityn arrived at the studio early. The slim young woman stepped out of the cab and pulled her hood up and looked up at the building. Zak had contacted her about the job as a way to apologize for their bad breakup the week before. She had almost not taken the call, but now she was glad that she had. She went into the lobby and took the elevator up to the seventh floor, the top level of the building.
