LOGINI started working on my laptop, more for something to do with my hands than because I actually intended to work. The screen glowed softly, casting blue light across the table. Kai leaned over my shoulder under the pretense of looking at the spreadsheet, his breath was warm against my ear.“Row 47 is off by about three percent,” he murmured, but his eyes weren’t on the numbers. They were on the small gap between the buttons of my blouse where the silk had pulled tight when I sat down. I felt the heat of his gaze like a fingertip tracing skin.Across the table, Jason spun lazily in his chair, one foot propped on the edge of a seat. “We could fix that discrepancy,” he said, voice casual, “or we could admit we’re all too fried to care about decimals right now.” His grin was crooked, playful, but his eyes flicked down to my legs when he thought I wasn’t watching.David remained at the head of the table, silent, watching everything. He loosened his tie completely now, pulling it free and dr
Emily The fluorescent lights hummed overhead like a swarm of angry bees, casting a sterile glow over the rows of cubicles that stretched out like a labyrinth of corporate drudgery. It was well past eight, and the office had emptied out hours ago, leaving behind the faint scent of stale coffee and printer toner. I rubbed my eyes, feeling the strain from staring at the spreadsheet on my screen for what felt like eternity. Numbers blurred together…projections, budgets, quarterly reports. As the junior analyst in the finance department, I was the one stuck with the grunt work, especially on a Friday night when everyone else had bolted for happy hour or home.My name is Emily, and at twenty-five, I'd convinced myself that this job at Sterling & Associates was a stepping stone. Climb the ladder, pay off student loans, maybe snag a promotion before thirty. But tonight, the ladder felt more like a treadmill. The boss, Mr. Williams, had dropped a last-minute bombshell: "Emily, we need those
He pulled out briefly, letting me catch my breath, strings of saliva connecting us. "Again," he said, and I nodded, mouth open wide. He slid back in, pounding my throat now with short, controlled thrusts. I gagged around him, the vibration drawing a groan from his lips. His free hand reached back, fingers finding my clit, circling roughly as he face-fucked me.The dual sensation was too much….his fingers working me while I sucked and gagged, throat tightening around him. I felt the build-up again, coiling tight in my belly. He sensed it, thrusting harder into my mouth, his own breaths coming faster.Finally, he pulled out, saliva dripping down my chin, and flipped me back onto my stomach. "I'm not done," he said, voice edged with need. He slapped my ass once morey…hard, the sting fresh and thrust back inside me from behind, pounding with renewed vigor.We moved like that for what felt like forever, bodies slapping together, his hands were everywhere….slapping, gripping, pulling. The t
My heart hammered as I complied, the mattress dipping under my weight. I heard him undress behind me…belt unbuckling, shirt rustling to the floor. Then he was there, his body was warm, one hand trailing up my spine."Tonight," he murmured, voice rough, "we go all the way but only if you beg for it."I shivered, nodding.His palm came down first….sharp on my right ass cheek, the slap echoing. I gasped, the sting immediate, blooming hot.Then his fingers soothed the spot, circling gently.Another slap, left side this time, harder. My body jerked forward slightly, breath catching.He leaned over me, chest against my back, his hardness pressing against my thigh through his boxers. "Feel that?" he whispered. "That's what you're doing to me."I pushed back instinctively, seeking more contact.He chuckled darkly, pulling away. "Not yet."The rhythm began then…slap, pause, caress. Each one landed precisely, building heat across my skin. My arms trembled holding me up, arousal pooling low and
"Tell me something you've never tried," I ventured, twirling pasta on my fork."Plenty. But with you? I'd start with sensation play. Light touches, then firmer."My fork paused mid-air. "Firmer how?""Hands. Maybe more." His gaze was steady, challenging.I swallowed, the room feeling warmer. After dinner, we walked through the park, the city lights reflecting off the pond. His arm grazed mine, and when we stopped at a bench, he turned to me. "May I?"I nodded, breath catching as he cupped my face, thumb tracing my jaw. The kiss was slow at first, then deeper, his hand sliding to my neck, applying just enough pressure to make my knees weak. It wasn't rough, just a hint of control. When we pulled back, I was breathless."See? Layers," he murmured.We saw each other more after that. Lunches, evening walks. Each time, the tension built. He'd hold my hand a little tighter, whisper suggestions that made my skin tingle. “Imagine my hand on your thigh, higher…” But he never pushed further, al
Bridget I stared at the steam rising from my coffee mug, the bitter aroma doing little to chase away the fog in my head. Another Monday morning in the cramped kitchen of my one-bedroom apartment, the kind of place that screamed "temporary" but had somehow stretched into three years. The countertop was cluttered with unopened mail, it was mostly bills and a half-eaten bagel from yesterday. I picked at the crust, my nails chipped from last week's manicure that I hadn't bothered to fix. Why would I? Who was looking?My name is Bridget, and at thirty-two, I felt like I'd hit a wall. Not the dramatic kind where you crash and burn, but the slow, grinding one where life just... plateaus. My job as a marketing coordinator for a mid-sized tech firm paid the bills, but it was all spreadsheets and Zoom calls, endless pitches for products I didn't care about. Friends? Scattered. Family? Distant. And relationships? Let's not even go there. My last boyfriend, Peter had bailed six months ago, cit







