He kept moving closer to me and my breathing started picking up from arousal, anticipation, and a little fear. “Do you need my help, Perrie?” He asked me in a low, seductive voice. Wetness started pooling between her thighs just by his voice. I didn’t know what to say. I had never been in a situation like this before, where I wanted someone so bad it hurt. He was waiting for my reply, but I had no idea what to say. I couldn’t say no because I needed him badly, but I didn’t want to say yes either and seemed desperate. “Say it, Perrie,” he said my name again. My name leaving his sexy lips was more turning on for me. I wanted to feel his lips over mine. “Yes,” I finally let the words leave my lips and his lips were on mine before I even finished my answer. Sparks exploded behind my eyes as his lips started moving in sync with mine hungrily. I had never felt anything like this before and I didn’t know if I could survive without it now. His tongue licked my lips, asking me for permis
“I have something for you, my sweetness,” a low, dark voice called out in Sara’s empty bedroom. She jolted awake, looking here and there, searching for the source of the voice but no one was around. She thought it was probably a dream and started to lie back down to go to sleep. “Did you not hear me, you slut?” The voice came again a little louder this time and now Sara was sure she wasn’t imagining things. “Who is it?” She called out to her room but she could see no one. “Ah, so you can finally hear me now. I’ve been waiting for so long for you to hear my voice, my love,” the dark voice echoed throughout her room, and she was suddenly terrified. She started sweating, even though the temperature was below 15 degrees. “Who are you?” She asked no one. “An admirer of yours,” the voice called back, “if you can hear me now, that means I can touch you now as well,” he said and suddenly she felt a pair of hands on her bare legs under the duvet. She looked below the duvet but could see n
This one dates back to my high school days, at my after-prom. Before I get into detail, it's best I give a little bit of context. I would like to preface this by saying all those involved were 18+.My name is Finn, and at the time I was one of the few Asian students at a predominantly white school. As a result, I was particularly bullied because I was extremely short in high school. There was one specific asshole named Kevin that bullied the crap out of me.This guy was a complete douche. He was a typical "Chad" white guy who was on the major sports teams and bullied me for small while throwing a plethora of racist Asian insults my way. I tried my best to ignore him and did pretty well for myself. I kinda just found my people and made my way through high school happily.By the summer before grade twelve, I had a huge growth spurt that put me just under 6 feet, and I became a lot more muscular. I like to think that I was a pretty attractive dude for once, and a lot of people compliment
So this woman I work with, Becca, is fucking rude, we do not get along and I don’t like her. I’m very quiet and as she has worked for the company far longer than me and was a little older than me, I was forced to just accept her rudeness.She had this whole superiority complex, she thinks that she knows best and always thinks she is better than me and others, she is not even my boss! I hated her and tried my best to limit contact with her, but was always professional and respectful to her, no matter what she said.So moving on, this happened at work Christmas party last year. Our company rented out the function room of a hotel and provided us with an open bar and hotel room for the night, so we could drink as much as we wanted! So I took full advantage.Drinking and talking to all the girls, but I was having no luck, it was like none of the women want to get involved with people with whom they work, this frustrated me, but what can I do? So I just continued to drink until about 1 am, f
“What the hell are you doing?”I looked up from my late-night round of video games to see Kiera staring at the living room TV with an amused grin. “Is your controller broken or something?”I had just killed an enemy player for the third time that match, and I was vigorously teabagging.“Um … it’s ... complicated,” I stammered. I felt my face blush and get hot at the thought of having to explain to my sister’s hottest friend that I was repeatedly putting my character’s testicles on a dead person.Kiera is Bethany’s “BFF” and she often spends the night at our house when they were home on college break. She had come downstairs to the kitchen for a midnight plate of Thanksgiving leftovers. If I’m being completely honest, I had no problem with her interrupting my game.I’ve had a crush on Kiera for a while now, but as Bethany’s nerdy “gamer brother” who just graduated from high school, I’ve accepted that I don’t have a chance with a university sophomore. Especially one who looks like Kiera
I was conflicted because if I stood up, she was going to see my cock straining against my shorts. I was obviously going to keep them on if I played her dumb game to win this argument, but there would be no question that I was very attracted to her.“You just beat me, bro,” she said from the floor. Kiera stuck her tongue out and splayed her arms and legs out dramatically like a fallen space marine. “I’m dead on the moon or wherever you guys are fighting. Come prove whether you can teabag.”Her playful confidence got the better of me. “Fine,” I said.I stood up from the couch and walked across the room briskly, hoping that if I got over there fast and got in a squatting position, she might not see my boner.Kiera totally saw my boner.My brisk walk only made it bounce and strain more noticeably against the fabric of my shorts. I know she saw it because she was biting her lip and blushing when I was finally standing at her feet.Laying on her back and facing me in the light of the TV, Ki
Yesterday I thought I was done. Completely fed up. At the end of my rope. For the fourth time this week, a customer was cussing me out because our ice cream machines were broken. As I listened to the unhinged woman screaming at me through my headset, I was literally biting my tongue … minimum wage isn’t worth this bullshit.For days I’d been rehearsing what I would say to the next Karen who dared to yell at me about the machines that I had no control over: “Ma’am, would you please go McFuck yourself.”My manager Brittany already knew I was getting close to just walking off the job, and she was worried. I was her most dependable employee, and if we’re being honest, the one person on the team to who she was remotely close.We sometimes stick around after closing to recap the craziness of the work day or secretly complain to one another about our slacker co-workers. We laugh a lot too … she’s really cute and funny when she’s not dealing with a crazy customer, which is unfortunately only
Brittany shuffled forward slightly, placed her hands on my knees, and looked up at me. Her khaki pants were on the floor cushioning her knees, and she was wearing a cheeky pair of black underwear. “You know I meant what I said earlier, right?” she said with a grin. “I don’t want you to leave. I will do anything to keep you here.” Her face suddenly got more solemn. “But if you want to leave, I understand completely. You could leave right now and I wouldn’t hold it against you.”I was quiet for a second. “At this moment, I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be,” I said. This may sound corny in retrospect, but I meant it with every bone in my body.Actually, I take it back. It’s not corny. I still feel that way as I type this.“Good,” Brittany said with a small laugh. I’d seen her tits bounce when she laughed before, but seeing them bare in front of me was almost too much to bear. My hard cock was showing through my pants at this point, and it was obvious. “May I?” she asked, pointing to